The Fifth Nightmare

Not Going Anywhere

Trilla POV

    I wrap my hands around his back nervously. Digging my face into his neck as well nuzzling him back. I place feather light kisses on his neck. I give out a sob into his neck, I feel my eyes wet against him. I hold him to me tighter pressing my hands along his strong back. I groan in pain but keep pressing against him. He is here, I almost couldn't believe it. 

    Hearing my groan he tries to pull away but I don't allow it I hold him tighter. I cling to him not allowing him to leave me. He plants a soft kiss on my neck, "Pet, I'm right here. Just let me check on you. Please." He says throatily against me. I still don't let go "Please don't leave me, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad please don't go." I beg him, sounding absolutely pathetic I am sobbing uncontrollably beside him, shaking and clinging to him. 

    "Hey, Hey, pet. I'm not going anywhere. I just need to make sure you are okay. Please?" He asks into my neck placing another gentle kiss on my neck. I loosen my arms around him a bit and he takes his arms away from me and pulling my bandaged hand into his massive ones. He unwraps it and snarls at the wound, I had been to angry and quick to wrap it up I had left the smaller shards still in. He looks down up me a gentle look in his eyes. "What happened my pet, why. . . " he stops talking and turns his head away slightly. "f**k!" he growls kicking the sopping towel. 

    He turns around with my hand and pulls me up and situates me on the bed. He goes and collects another towel and starts picking out the tiny shards. He doesn't look at me and I can feel the rage radiating off of him. I look down, I felt chastised without him even saying anything. I reach up with my uninjured hand and try to stoke his hair, he ducks away from me and I drop hand and head in shame. He was mad at me again, what had I done. He ha just assured me so sweetly that he wouldn't leave me and yet he seemed so against me. 

    I sit silently while he pulled glass from my wound. He goes to wrap my hand and I push him away. He looks up at me surprised. I roughly take the wrapping from his hands and wrap it up myself, I lay down and roll over facing away from Terro. I pull my pillow down and wrap my legs around it balling myself up around it burying my face in the pillow. I'm so frustrated I want to scream. Hes going to leave, hes going to leave, hes going to leave.I hear him stand up from his spot on the floor and my heart breaks a little. I clench myself tighter waiting for him to leave so I can break down. 

    Then I feel the bed dip and immediately, foolishly I begin to hope. I feel him slowly reach for me and curve his body around mine spooning me. "Pet?" He asks worriedly. I turn around slowly and wrap my arms around his waist and tuck my head under his chin. He wraps his arms around me and rubs his hands up and down my back making shushing noises, like those you would make for a baby. "Are you giving me the silent treatment?" he asks sounding a bit hurt. 

    "No, I just don't want to say something wrong. Especially when you are mad at me." I say in a soft voice. He flinches violently, pulls back and looks me dead in my eyes. "I will never raise my hand on you, I will never hurt you. You have no reason to fear me, ever. Do you understand?" he asks not taking his eyes off me. "Yes sir." I say looking into his eyes. He pinches my ass gently but enough to get his point across "What was that pet?"  he says in a clear loud tone. "Yes, daddy" I amend and he smiles at me. 

    "I'm going to walk into the bathroom and you are going to get into night clothes and then we are going to talk." He says giving me a tight squeeze before rolling up and slipping into the bathroom. I jump up and run to throw on a long night gown I fly over to the bathroom door and throw it open. He is at the door and lifts me in his arms and carries me to my bed. He sets me down and curls around me. 

    "Tell me whats wrong" He tells me. I snuggle closer "I- I was upset when you got mad at me and I punched the mirror-" I begin and he interrupts me sternly "I am not mad at you." He grits out. I bite his shoulder and he groans. "I was talking about when you stormed out and slammed the door behind you." I say. He pulls back a bit surprised "Did you bite me?" He asks 

      "Did you interrupt me?" I ask he growls lowly at me and I continue my statement "When you stormed I was mad and smashed the mirror and hurried to get ready for dinner." I say he nods along while still holding me tight "and a few moments ago?" he asks in a hushed tone "You were mad. . . you were going to leave." I say. He tightens his hold "I will not leave you. And I wasn't mad, I was upset that your wound had glass in it and you were hurt." He says nuzzling into my neck. His lips hunting and searching for a spot on my neck before kissing and sucking on a spot. I let out a little moan at the feeling. 

    "So, we are good?"