rock n' roll

               It was instant, a feeling of relief that rushed over her body as the male stepped into the bedroom. It seemed like the only sense of relief she got these days, even walking the halls of the college she felt the stares of people and the whispers behind her turned back, no matter how much she tried to make a name for herself, she would always be the Puckerman failure. Pushing a small smile on her lips, the petite woman moved her body off the bed to stand before the taller male with a small shrug of her shoulders. “Yeah ---yeah, I’m alright. Just wanted to take a nap before you came home and had a nightmare, so it’s a slow and groggy start,” she said quietly as she moved towards the closet, rummaging through the clothing. “You’re ---,” she paused before finally turning around, eyes glistening at the verge of tears. “You’re not gonna leave, right?”

               She was silent as she sat on the bed, eyes bloodshot and her body aching in every which way. All energy that was ever in her body left the moment her eyes opened that late afternoon, a few moments before King was going to be walking through the door and expecting her to be ready for their night out. The nightmare rushed through her mind as she tried her best to focus on her own fingernails that were digging deeply into her palms and slowly drawing blood as she relived the feeling of pushing out their son and having to force herself to give him up after holding him. Hearing the door, Jessie reacted as quickly as she could to hide her harmed hands and force a small smile on her lips. “Sorry ---- I woke up late. Give me about twenty minutes to get ready?” She asked quietly. // [ @thewildthingsx ]