stairs and opened the door, while he got the supplies. She quickly made her way to the kitchen, dropped her purse on top of the kitchen table and with a shaky hand she grabbed one of the small knives out of the wooden block on the kitchen counter, as Sloan went back out the door to get the rest of the stuff, she ran to the downstairs bathroom and locked the door.
She pulled her pants down, letting them drop to the floor and stepped into the bathtub and sat on the edge. She looked down at her already scarred thighs, trying to decide where to cut first. A knock at the bathroom door nearly made her jump out of her skin.
“Alexis?” Sloan said softly through the door.
“Y…yes?” Lexi answered back in a trembling voice.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay.” Sloan said.
“Okay.” Lexi responded trying to sound normal.
“Are you okay?” Sloan asked his voice filled with concern.
“I’m fine, Sloan.” Lexi said in a fake cheerful voice.
“Alright, I’ll be down in a little bit.”
Lexi heard him push off the door and his footsteps faded down the hallway. She looked down at her legs again and she tried to place the knife against her soft skin, in a spot free of scars, but her hand shook so violently that she couldn’t keep the knife steady. I’ll never be good enough to have a happy life. I’ll never be free of abusive men. This will make me feel so much better…in control.
Lexi kept trying to convince herself of why she should cut, but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. Dropping the knife in the tub with a clatter, she jumped up and stepped out of the tub. Tears blinding her, she grabbed her pants and quickly pulled them back on. Unlocking the door she stormed out of the bathroom and to the hall closet where she stored her fresh canvases.
Grabbing one of them she stomped onto the back porch and ripped away the sheet covering her painting of Sloan and Tank. She took the painting down, leaning it against the screened wall and placed the new canvas on the easel. Furiously mixing the paint to the colors she wanted, and then grabbing a brush, she started painting freehand.
Her brush strokes were angry and hard. Tears continued to stream down her face, barely able to even see what she was painting. Anger, fear, fru stration and hatred for Eric, her father and for herself took over. The paint brush felt like it was starting to weigh her down, so she threw it into the drawer of the easel. She plunged her hands into the paint and start swiping and splattering the canvas as sobs escaped her throat.
Her emotions out of control, Lexi picked up the canvas and started slamming it into the table and chairs, busting the frame as she started to scream and shout expletives incoherently. Vaguely through all the chaos going on in her head she heard footsteps running towards her, but she couldn’t stop.
Strong arms banded around her, holding down her arms as she kicked back and screamed, broken sobs still being ripped from her heaving chest. Sloan pul led her back until his back made contact with the wall.
“Alexis, stop! Stop, it’s me Sloan. It’s alright. Shh…” Sloan crooned in her e ar as he slid down to the floor.
S itting her in between his legs, he started to rock her from side to side, still holding her tightly. Lexi sobbed uncontrollably for a while, having kept it in since that first call from Eric the day before. The comfort of Sloan’s arms around her, his steady beating heart against her back and his warmth surrounding her, eventually she calmed. Her breathing became even, her heart slowed and followed his lead, though the tears continued to fall down her face.
Loosening his arms from their tight hold around her, Sloan gently grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. Her green eyes almost looked emerald as they glistened with tears in the fading light of near dusk. He clasped each side of her face with his large rough hands and gently swiped her tears away with his thumbs.
Sloan had no
She pulled her pants down, letting them drop to the floor and stepped into the bathtub and sat on the edge. She looked down at her already scarred thighs, trying to decide where to cut first. A knock at the bathroom door nearly made her jump out of her skin.
“Alexis?” Sloan said softly through the door.
“Y…yes?” Lexi answered back in a trembling voice.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower, okay.” Sloan said.
“Okay.” Lexi responded trying to sound normal.
“Are you okay?” Sloan asked his voice filled with concern.
“I’m fine, Sloan.” Lexi said in a fake cheerful voice.
“Alright, I’ll be down in a little bit.”
Lexi heard him push off the door and his footsteps faded down the hallway. She looked down at her legs again and she tried to place the knife against her soft skin, in a spot free of scars, but her hand shook so violently that she couldn’t keep the knife steady. I’ll never be good enough to have a happy life. I’ll never be free of abusive men. This will make me feel so much better…in control.
Lexi kept trying to convince herself of why she should cut, but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. Dropping the knife in the tub with a clatter, she jumped up and stepped out of the tub. Tears blinding her, she grabbed her pants and quickly pulled them back on. Unlocking the door she stormed out of the bathroom and to the hall closet where she stored her fresh canvases.
Grabbing one of them she stomped onto the back porch and ripped away the sheet covering her painting of Sloan and Tank. She took the painting down, leaning it against the screened wall and placed the new canvas on the easel. Furiously mixing the paint to the colors she wanted, and then grabbing a brush, she started painting freehand.
Her brush strokes were angry and hard. Tears continued to stream down her face, barely able to even see what she was painting. Anger, fear, fru stration and hatred for Eric, her father and for herself took over. The paint brush felt like it was starting to weigh her down, so she threw it into the drawer of the easel. She plunged her hands into the paint and start swiping and splattering the canvas as sobs escaped her throat.
Her emotions out of control, Lexi picked up the canvas and started slamming it into the table and chairs, busting the frame as she started to scream and shout expletives incoherently. Vaguely through all the chaos going on in her head she heard footsteps running towards her, but she couldn’t stop.
Strong arms banded around her, holding down her arms as she kicked back and screamed, broken sobs still being ripped from her heaving chest. Sloan pul led her back until his back made contact with the wall.
“Alexis, stop! Stop, it’s me Sloan. It’s alright. Shh…” Sloan crooned in her e ar as he slid down to the floor.
S itting her in between his legs, he started to rock her from side to side, still holding her tightly. Lexi sobbed uncontrollably for a while, having kept it in since that first call from Eric the day before. The comfort of Sloan’s arms around her, his steady beating heart against her back and his warmth surrounding her, eventually she calmed. Her breathing became even, her heart slowed and followed his lead, though the tears continued to fall down her face.
Loosening his arms from their tight hold around her, Sloan gently grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. Her green eyes almost looked emerald as they glistened with tears in the fading light of near dusk. He clasped each side of her face with his large rough hands and gently swiped her tears away with his thumbs.
Sloan had no
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