Crazy In Love

CIL - Chapter Nine - Accidents

3 Months Later.

"Lily, Princess. I know you're excited, but you don't want to look dirty in front of her, do you?"

Right now, Lily was refusing to get into the bathtub and Rose was going to be here soon. She says she has a surprise for me, and I can't help but want to finish all the work and get Lily ready so we can all spend some time together before my parents come for dinner.

I hadn't seen her in the last week since we've been so busy. I had my interview whilst Rose had her Netflix.

"Daddy, Wosie like me. She doesn't care me dirty. Silly Daddy!" She replies waving a finger at me. Something she learnt from her 'best friend'.

"But don't you want to be clean so that she tells you how beautiful your hair is?" And that was all it took to get her into the bath tub.

After giving her a bath, I put on her clothes and brushed out her hair. I took her to the kitchen after she had said she was hungry. The last time she ate was breakfast, three hours ago. Now it was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. I made her a peanut butter sandwich before going to the room to put on a new shirt and a pair of shorts.

Word of advice: Never shower your children. You'll end up having a shower with them. Who cares if they're dirty? I'm joking. Not really. Yes, it's a joke.

I go back downstairs to find Lily climbing off the stall and carrying her plate to the sink. I run over to her and take it out of h we hands before she drops it.

"Princess, you don't have to do that. You're not big enough yet, you might drop it, okay?" To which she nods.

Suddenly, I hear the most angelic voice. "Damy! Damy! Look, what I have! Do you like it?" Rose runs into the kitchen. This is completely normal. What isn't normal is her not seeing the little girl in front of me and pushing her to the ground.

"Rosalina! Be careful!" I scold her as I lean down to help Lily. She was still on the ground, shocked and a bit confused of what had just happened. I look up at Rose to see that she has just realised what she had done, and her eyes full with tears.

"Lilzy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. I'm really sorry.-"

"-That's enough, Rose! You've done enough." I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but it's my protective father side that shows up when my Princess is hurt. I can't handle when it happens or to who.

"You don't like my-" she starts raising her left arm.

"Just go!" I shouted making Lily flinch a little. I was shocked that I had actually raised my voice at my girlfriend, it had never happened before. It's seems as if she was too. Her eyes widen in shock as she takes a step back, putting her left arm back down. Her bottom lip starts quivering, and the tears in her eyes trailed down her cheeks.

I never wanted her to cry. My Angel should never cry.

"I'm sorry," she whispers one last time before turning around and running out of the kitchen.

I look down at Lily and see that she is looking at the direction of which Rose just left. She looks up at me before she started speaking, "why you shout at Wosie, Daddy?" Her voice was wobbly and quiet.

"She shouldn't have pushed you, Princess. That's naughty, right?" I try telling her.

"But she say sorry. I not hurt. I'm big girl." Her eyes show her confused emotions, she couldn't understand why Rose was ' in trouble'.

I'd taught her that if you say 'sorry' after an accident, then it was okay. Frankly, I couldn't understand where all of that frustration came from. I love my Angel, and I would never do anything to hurt her. I mean, no one hurts the one they love, right? But I just did, and I regret shouting at her more than anything. She didn't even get to finish what she was about to tell me. Her surprise.

"Lily, why don't you go to your room and make a picture for Rose. To make her happy again." It was really just an excuse to go and talk to Rose.

After she had left, I went upstairs and started my search for my Angel. I went to the guest room- which was basically her room now - to see if she was there.

"Rose?" I call, getting no reply. Now I was getting worried.

I walk out of the room, towards my room. I walk into the room only to hear muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. The door was closed, but the colour of the lock told me she hadn't locked it. I knocked anyway.

"Angel, you okay?"

"I'm sorry!" Oh, Angel!

"Rose, I'm coming in okay?" I walk in the bathroom and I witness the worst thing I've ever seen in my life. My Angel sat on the floor, leaning against the bath tub, her eyes red and puffy and her cheeks stained with tears. Her hair was messed up as if she had been running her hand through it. But that wasn't the worst part. As she sat there, she is thoroughly scrubbing her left wrist with a small dry towel, continuously mumbling something.

"ROSE! What are you doing?! You're going to hurt yourself, baby!" I run towards her and fall to my knees in front of her. She looks up, her red eyes wide open.

"You don't like it, I'm sorry Damy. I didn't mean it. I tried, Damy. But, Damy, it doesn't come off! I tried so hard! It just doesn't. Come. Off!" Her voice got louder as she spoke. I look down at her wrist and realise what she's talking about.

Oh god. Angel.

The skin of her wrist was ripped apart, you could almost she her flesh. How long has she been doing this? Since she left the kitchen? Regardless of the ruined skin, you could still see it.

There on her wrist was my name. Damy. It wasn't a black Sharpie. No. It was a tattoo in cursive writing. My Angel went and got a tattoo of my name on her wrist . She tried to show me but I didn't listen to what she had to say and she hurt herself. And it was my fault. Regret fills inside me, and I could feel the prick at the corner of my eyes.

"I'm sorry. You don't like it. I tried to get it off but it doesn't go!" She repeats exasperatedly. I shake my head at her before pulling her closer to me.

"No, baby. I love it. I really do. I was just angry because I thought Lily was hurt."

Her eyes widen in realisation. "I hurt my Princess? I hurt her?" Her voice was full of disbelief. And the tears started again.

"No, she's fine. But you're not. I need to wrap up your wrist, okay?"

"I'm sorry, Damy. I'm sorry you don't like it. But the man in the shop said you would like it. Even if it hurt, I wanted to do it because my Damy always buys me cookies and I love my Damy. But he was wrong." She doubted herself so much, it made me want to hold her to me forever. But I couldn't risk hurting her wrist.

"No. I love it. Rose look at me." She turns her head up from the ground and looks up at me, a slight pout on her lips. I lean down and softly peck her lips. "I love your tattoo okay? I love that you think of me and I love you!" She nods, still a little unsure.

Sitting there for 10 minutes, we get up and I lead her to the bed in my room. I run back to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit, before returning to Rose. I get the antiseptic wipes out of the box.

After her wrist was wrapped up, I changed her into one of my t-shirts. This wasn't the right time to be observing her body or believe me I would have.

I carried her over to the bed, with her head in the crook of my neck, still sniffling. I wrap her up warm in the blanket the join her. She put her head on my chest as well as her hand with the tattoo. Her hair laid across my chest as well as my face, but I couldnt be bothered to care. I pick her hand up an bring the bandage up to my lips.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said, before she fell in to a deep slumber.