Restored (Shattered #2)
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Stepping in the room the sound of the shower still running dominated the room, with the steam seeping out of the en suite bathroom and filling the room. The vapors swirling along the soft plush caret, making me feel as if I was walking on clouds back to my big sleigh bed I shared with Bryant. Climbing under the down comforter I shifted my pillows to allow myself to comfortably sit up a minute as I reached for my phone to type out a quick text.
R: Hey Les – wanna grab lunch tomorrow? I need a therapy session with my best friend!
Looking back at the bathroom door, it was cracked open enough to let a stream of light seep into the bedroom keeping the separation from awake and asleep tangible. Bryant’s off-tune voice singing ‘Kiss me Softly’ drifted out, helping to soothe me further, letting me get lost in the memories of reconnecting with him over the last few months. My phone vibrated in my hand, and I saw a reply from my best friend, Leslie.
L: Of course, you know I’ve always got time for you. Plus we got some wedding stuff to sort out! See you at noon, you pick the place!
Locking my phone, I set it back on the nightstand just as the shower shut off. Not wanting to resume the interrogation, I quickly laid down and shifted to my side, pulling the comforter up to my chin to encapsulate me. The light switch clicked off, dousing the room in darkness. I felt the fear attempt to grab hold of me again. As the bed dipped to Bryant’s side, I breathed a sigh of relief when two strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me in to his warm body. Dragging in a deep breath, Bryant’s woodsy smell filled my nose helping my brain relax completely so I could attempt to drift off to sleep again, this time with my hero to protect me from the monsters that haunted my subconscious.
“I love you, Rose,” Bryant softly whispered in my ear, sadness lingering in his tone as he placed a kiss on my neck. I could tell by the tone of his voice, he knew that he was being kept in the dark and it was hurting him. Hurting him - hurt me. It sucked.
Rolling over I looked into his eyes searching for the courage to tell him about my nightmare. While I didn’t remember the one I had just had, the real version was a scar that would never heal, a memory that would never leave me. The nerves balled in my throat choking me and preventing me from speaking out loud. Searching his eyes he looked at me lovingly with adoration in his eyes, I was his. From day one, Bryant thought me to be an innocent. We had been through so much over the course of our relationship, I just wasn’t confident we could survive any more obstacles in our path.
“I love you too, Bryant. Always and forever,” I placed three sweet kisses on his lips. Our tradition. Three kisses every time. One for the past, one for today, and one for the future.
Rolling back over I could feel the terrors of my past latching back into me, inescapable. I would never be free of the past it seemed, as much as my heart begged to move on and enjoy my bliss. My phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me. Bryant let out a sigh as he sank further into the bed and drifted to sleep. I swiped the phone to check it real fast, finding a text from a blocked number.
COMING FOR A VISIT, SEE YOU SOON.
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