The Truth

Chapter Eleven

"Did you get them?" My voice croaks out. God why does everything hurt?!

"Get who?" He answers back.

I look over a bit confused. "The person who was here. The person in the walk area, they smelled like me. I think they where waiting for someone. Can I get more water?"

He fills the glass and brings it back.

"Who was it?"

A small shake of my head. "I don't know."

I can see the dried blood on me, feel it on my face. I start to get up. I need a bath.

"Where do you think your going?!"

I point to the tub. He let's out a sigh, pushing me back down to the bed.

"You want me to call your mom? She can come watch you to make sure you don't pass out in the tub."

I don't bother shaking my head worried that I'd throw up again.

"No, the less the pack knows the better. If we where actually screwing it wouldn't matter if you helped me into the tub. We need to keep up pretenses."

He nodds but not like he's happy about it.

"Your were at the bottom of the stairs and you weren't moving."

He says it flatly, as if I had asked what happened.

I nodded. "Someone was here. I smelled them, they smelled like me but I knew it wasn't me.."

"Your pajamas." His voice came out.

I nodded my head.

"Anyone could have my clothes. I can't remember what all I brought."

He looks up at this, "What do you mean?"

"I need a bath please, I feel nasty."

He nods and heads into the bathroom. He only fills the tub half way up before he comes back. I quickly look away as he hurriedly strips down before picking me up. He steps into the tub, I can hear the water sloshing against the sides as he slowly sits down, pulling me down into the water. It stings and my breath comes out in a sharp gasp.

"s**t, I'm sorry."

I shake my head "It's fine, I'm fine."

I lean back against his chest. Yes, I can feel him. He's soft in the water, very soft.

He gets a wash cloth and lathers it. Carefully he washes down my back and I wonder what it looks like. I know my legs look like s**t so my back can't be any better. It's like he's taking mental notes on how bad I'm hurt. I try to brush it off because all the mental notes in the world won't make it go away.

"My house, it was left empty for a few days before my stuff was brought over."

I had picked up the conversation where we had left off, acting as if we weren't sitting naked in a tub together.

I knew that my comment would sink in. Anyone could have walked in and taken something. It was quiet for a long time, just the water sloshing against the sides of the tub.

"You know this is not how I thought the night would go." I heard him breath out.

"I know, sorry."

He shook his head.

"No, you don't know."

The wash cloth was in my hands now, so I started cleaning the blood off my face.

"I was planning on a movie night."

He sounded a bit upset that his plans had been spoiled.

"A movie night? Really?"

The television had become more of a show piece than an actual working amenity of the house we shared. I hadn't even thought about the television in at least the last two days. There was just too much work to be done.

"Yeah, a movie night. I even ordered out and everything."

My eyebrows lifted at this. He ordered out? My stomach grumbled.

"Maybe we still can?"

He shook his head. "No you can't sit in the living room like this, I am not even sure if you can sit at the table like this."

I stopped for a second.

"Well, we do have a television in our room."

He stilled behind me for a moment.

"Our room?"

It was my turn to be still.

"Well your room, sorry." I whispered and then tried to stand up.

He pulled me back down into the water it splashed out of the tub a bit.

"Not yet, and don't be sorry."

We sat in the tub talking on and off until the water got cold.

I tried to walk back to the bed, honest I did, because I didn't like being carried around like a child. It irritated me to no end.

He propped some pillows up behind my back and turned on the television, then the DVD player. A few commercials along with the overture. I gave him a sideways look for a moment.

"You got Gone With the Wind on DVD?"

He nodded and replied, "Had to find out what this Rhett Butler guy has that I don't have."

I laughed at that and it took him by surprise. At the intermission he went and got us food from the kitchen. He had gone back to that Chinese restaurant.

"How long was I out?"

He shrugged. He couldn't tell me but he could guess.

"I'd say about two or three hours."

I just gaped, open mouthed, at him for a moment.

He looked at me and stayed, "Shh it's starting again."

We ate off TV trays that he removed after we where done. The pillows where comfortable yes, but when I looked over I saw he didn't have any. I know it's just because I was hurt that he insisted I needed them more than he did. I had argued with him about it, even before the movie started, but he insisted.

I moved in the bed closer to him, very carefully. Scooting over until my body was pressed against his. I could tell his mind was thinking because he got that brooding look on his face again. I turned slightly, pressing closer to him, getting comfortable against his chest. I was still tense, waiting for him to push me away. I would have earned it at this point, but his arm just moved down across my shoulders.

"Thank you for today Diesel"

I felt him kiss the top of my head as I drifted off to sleep.

Dang it, I missed Rhett’s famous line.