thumb over her bottom lip, before walking off and into the bathroom.
Christ, my face is really fucked up.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, anger boils inside of me. There is no reason that I should’ve let this happen. Had I listened to my gut and taken the Resolution to the ground right off the bat, I could’ve ended things with him landing just a few hits on me. But I also have to admit it was Ivy’s pull on me last night that got my face into this situation. What the fuck is up with me? “I’m gonna shower,” I yell out to Ivy, “Feel free to make some coffee if you want.”
“Okay.”
Turning the water on, I shed my clothes and then get right in. The water is only lukewarm and it sends a shiver down my spine. Quickly it heats up and once it’s hot, I hold my breath sticking my face underneath it. I let it burn every cut and abrasion so it can wash away all the dried blood and maybe clear my swirling mind. Resting my hands on the wall in front of me, I tilt my head down and take a deep breath. The water running down the drain is pink. I wait for it to be clear and know then that at least the stinging will stop, even if my head can’t get right.
“Krane?” Ivy calls out knocking on the door.
“Yeah.”
“Can I come in and pee?”
I smile to myself, imagining her in here with me, then push the thoughts away. “Of course.”
“Thanks,” she says now more clearly, her voice is no longer muffled as if she’s in the hall.
“Sorry, I forgot to ask you if you needed to go.”
“It’s okay.” Then she is silent and I grab the soap, wondering if she’ll say anything else. I begin to wash myself and it stays silent. There are no noises at all and I ask her, “Stage fright?”
“A little, can you talk or something so it’s not so quiet.”
I chuckle at her comment, “You know, Ivy, everyone pisses and everyone—”
“All right, all right,” she cuts me off. “I know what everyone does, but I’ve never gone with a guy in the room.”
I stick my head around the shower curtain, with my eyes wide, not really able to believe her. “Are you kidding me?”
“Krane!” she scolds me.
“Sorry.” I go back to my shower, but the image of her sitting so properly with her shorts barely pulled down, stays comfortably in my mind. The room is yet again silent, so I decide to sing to help her along. She giggles at my horrible voice and very bad rendition, but it works. I hear the toilet flush just as I’m finished with my shower.
Drying off, I look over my face and the damage that was done. It’ll be bad for Mia’s wedding, but there really isn’t a thing that I can do about it now.
I get dressed in a pair of sweatpants and find Ivy lost in my kitchen as I head to the laundry room, looking for a t-shirt. “Where are the coffee filters?” she asks.
I pull open the drawer they are in. “Don’t ask me why I keep them in here, I just do.” She laughs as I hand her one and I notice her staring at my body. I smirk and kiss her on the forehead before continuing into the laundry room.
“Do you want me to make some eggs or something?” she asks.
“Fuck yeah, girl,” I reply and pull a thin white t-shirt over my head.
“Here, keep this on your face,” she tosses me an ice pack. “I think the hot water from your shower made the swelling worse.” I press the ice to the right side of my face, where most of the damage is and realize how much Ivy has sacrificed for me.
She’s always there, pulling my ass out of the fucked up rut that is my life, and then when I need her advice, she not only gives it to me, but she spends the day and night with me, getting me reconnected to friends, and going above and beyond to show she’s in my corner.
Watching her in the kitchen, I realize that when I’m around her, all the bad shit from the past sort of vanishes. All of my thoughts and pain are so much less, making my life somewhat tolerable. “Thank you for everything, especially for
Christ, my face is really fucked up.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, anger boils inside of me. There is no reason that I should’ve let this happen. Had I listened to my gut and taken the Resolution to the ground right off the bat, I could’ve ended things with him landing just a few hits on me. But I also have to admit it was Ivy’s pull on me last night that got my face into this situation. What the fuck is up with me? “I’m gonna shower,” I yell out to Ivy, “Feel free to make some coffee if you want.”
“Okay.”
Turning the water on, I shed my clothes and then get right in. The water is only lukewarm and it sends a shiver down my spine. Quickly it heats up and once it’s hot, I hold my breath sticking my face underneath it. I let it burn every cut and abrasion so it can wash away all the dried blood and maybe clear my swirling mind. Resting my hands on the wall in front of me, I tilt my head down and take a deep breath. The water running down the drain is pink. I wait for it to be clear and know then that at least the stinging will stop, even if my head can’t get right.
“Krane?” Ivy calls out knocking on the door.
“Yeah.”
“Can I come in and pee?”
I smile to myself, imagining her in here with me, then push the thoughts away. “Of course.”
“Thanks,” she says now more clearly, her voice is no longer muffled as if she’s in the hall.
“Sorry, I forgot to ask you if you needed to go.”
“It’s okay.” Then she is silent and I grab the soap, wondering if she’ll say anything else. I begin to wash myself and it stays silent. There are no noises at all and I ask her, “Stage fright?”
“A little, can you talk or something so it’s not so quiet.”
I chuckle at her comment, “You know, Ivy, everyone pisses and everyone—”
“All right, all right,” she cuts me off. “I know what everyone does, but I’ve never gone with a guy in the room.”
I stick my head around the shower curtain, with my eyes wide, not really able to believe her. “Are you kidding me?”
“Krane!” she scolds me.
“Sorry.” I go back to my shower, but the image of her sitting so properly with her shorts barely pulled down, stays comfortably in my mind. The room is yet again silent, so I decide to sing to help her along. She giggles at my horrible voice and very bad rendition, but it works. I hear the toilet flush just as I’m finished with my shower.
Drying off, I look over my face and the damage that was done. It’ll be bad for Mia’s wedding, but there really isn’t a thing that I can do about it now.
I get dressed in a pair of sweatpants and find Ivy lost in my kitchen as I head to the laundry room, looking for a t-shirt. “Where are the coffee filters?” she asks.
I pull open the drawer they are in. “Don’t ask me why I keep them in here, I just do.” She laughs as I hand her one and I notice her staring at my body. I smirk and kiss her on the forehead before continuing into the laundry room.
“Do you want me to make some eggs or something?” she asks.
“Fuck yeah, girl,” I reply and pull a thin white t-shirt over my head.
“Here, keep this on your face,” she tosses me an ice pack. “I think the hot water from your shower made the swelling worse.” I press the ice to the right side of my face, where most of the damage is and realize how much Ivy has sacrificed for me.
She’s always there, pulling my ass out of the fucked up rut that is my life, and then when I need her advice, she not only gives it to me, but she spends the day and night with me, getting me reconnected to friends, and going above and beyond to show she’s in my corner.
Watching her in the kitchen, I realize that when I’m around her, all the bad shit from the past sort of vanishes. All of my thoughts and pain are so much less, making my life somewhat tolerable. “Thank you for everything, especially for
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