Where he prized them open.
I try and fail to keep the tears at bay, but seeing those bruises just makes me remember, not wanting to look at them, I quickly wrap myself in a towel to conceal them. I dry through my hair with a towel and comb through the knots, reaching up to do the back I let out a small shriek when my ribs ache. Reid, hearing the noise bursts through the door “Are you okay?!” he asks, looking me over “I can’t brush the back of my hair. My ribs hurt” I tell him as I look to the ground. No doubt he doesn’t want to look at my body just as much as I don’t. Wordlessly he takes the comb from my hands and starts brushing out the knots, once he’s done he goes to the bedroom, returning with a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts “Here, I know you have clothes here, but I thought these would be more comfortable” he says while passing them to me “The pizza is here, so come down when you’re ready” he says before shutting the bathroom door. Looking at the clothes I realise he was right, slipping the towel off, I try not to look at my legs as I pull on the boxers and slip the t shirt over my head, luckily the tee reaches to my knees so the bruises are concealed.
Making my way downstairs I stand awkwardly in the front room while Reid clatters around in the kitchen. When he comes back in he sees me standing there, wringing my hands together, I’m feeling embarrassed and a little overwhelmed. He looks me up and down, Then heaves out a horse breath as he sits on the sofa “Come sit down” he says as he pats the spot next to him, on shaky legs I make my way over and clumsily fall onto it. Pulling off two slices he plates them and passes them to me. We eat in silence for a while, then wordlessly he starts up a movie, tucking my legs up on the sofa, I finally relax. A little while later I feel my eyes about to drift, until I feel someone pull the hem of my t-shirt down, opening my eyes I find Reid leaning across me “I can’t look at them” he chokes out, it’s then I realise my t-shirt has ridden up and you can see the bruises on my legs. He can’t stand to look at my body anymore, I feel my eyes well up “I’m going to go to bed” I say as I get up and rush for the bedroom. Throwing myself down on the bed I can’t hold the tears back, I knew this was going to happen, but knowing it didn’t make it any easier to take.
Hearing the door click open I curl up into a ball, trying to escape knowing he’s going to try and lie to me. We both know he’s not attracted to me anymore, he’s only let me stay here because he feels guilty. I feel the bed dip as Reid climbs on, he pulls my back against his chest and hugs me close to him “I didn’t say that because I hate your body like you’re probably thinking. I just can’t see what he did to you, It makes me want to go out and beat the bastard to death” he says as he kisses the back of my head “To know what happened to you, and I wasn’t there to stop it. It makes me hate myself. I should have come after you when you left, No…I shouldn’t have let you leave in the first place…it’s my fault” he chokes out. How can he think it was his fault, none of this is his fault. I turn over to look at him with wet eyes “It wasn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have left, I should have just stayed to talk things out. But I made the wrong decision and that will haunt me for the rest of my life” I tell him with a sob “I’m so sorry Beck’s, I’m sorry that this happened to you” he tells me. I knew he felt guilty, but I thought it was over how we left things, not because he still cared.
Brushing his lips over mine, a harsh breath escapes me, how can he still want me like this. How can my body want sex every again, but it does. I need to give this a try to see if I can ever have this again with Reid. if I don’t, I’m worried I’ll lose my chance.
I pull myself closer to him and put my leg over his, making him growl before pressing his lips against mine. It’s not gentle, he kisses me with passion and hunger, and I love it. He runs his hand up my leg and squeezes, catching one of my bruises I break off the kiss trying to block out the thoughts, but I start shaking “Becca? Are you okay?” he asks me brushing hair from my face “You’re shaking?” realisation dawns on him “You’re frightened…” he whispers, he presses his forehead against mine “I would never hurt you Beck’s. We can take this as slow as you need” He says giving me one last peck on the lips, he gathers me up in a hug and we both stay like that for the rest of the night.
Waking up curled in Reid’s arms is a weird experience, one I didn’t realise how much I missed. Needing my pain meds, I slowly unpeel myself from his arms and achingly make my way downstairs. Grabbing myself a glass of water I take two pills from the pot on the counter, standing
