DAHLIA POV
I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in one of Reagan’s shirt but the buttons were loosed. Angry looking scars were all over my body, so on my chest, my abdon and my breast. The more I stared at the mirror, the more those images from what had happened in the pit slamd inside my mind. Images of crying as they held down, the knives digging into my skin, the whip, the screams. It was all too much, it was all too much.
All of a sudden, I wasn’t standing in the bathroom anymore. I was back in the pit screaming as they grabbed , inflicting the worst kinds of pain. I tried to keep quiet, show that it wasn’t hurting but the truth was that it was hurting . The pain hurts so bad, I couldn’t help but scream.
I must have been screaming in real life because the next thing was that I felt soone shaking while yelling my na.
"Dahlia, Dahlia!"
I slowly gained awareness back and my eyes snapped open only to see Reagan standing right in front of . He had a worried expression on his face as his hands on my shoulders. They were not tight but they were enough to keep grounded, pulling out just before I could lose myself in my mind completely.
"Reagan." I called as I looked up at him.
Oh gods above, Reagan! I thought to myself as I shoved him backwards while rushing to button up the shirt I was wearing back.
I honestly couldn’t believe that he saw like this. I let my guard down, I thought to myself as I rushed to get out of the bathroom but Reagan grabbed by my wrist.
I glanced up at him and he stared back, not letting go. My body visibly relaxed when I knew he wasn’t going to be letting go until he got so answers.
"Dahlia..." He started to say but I stopped him.
Taking in a deep breath, I moved away from him. Slowly, I moved away from him. Reagan watched with curiosity as I stood a few steps away from him in nothing more than his shirt and a pair of breeches. With a small sigh, I closed my eyes and began to slowly undress myself.
My hands went towards my trousers, tugging at the ropes furiously. Reagan called my na again, trying to stop . I didn’t listen, I continued. There was a reason why I was doing this. It was because I needed to.
No more waiting, no more hiding.
Reagan needed to see , he needs to see all of .
My fingers trembled but I still continued. Without thinking too much, I let go of my trousers, letting them fall on the ground. Reagan didn’t say anything, he stood complete still, so still I wasn’t sure he was breathing.
With a shuddering breath, I then decided to move to the next one. I began to unbutton my shirt and then I pushed it off . I now stood naked in front of Reagan who still didn’t say anything but that didn’t an he wasn’t looking at .
Reagan stared at , his eyes landing on each scars that covered every part of my body. I swore his gaze darkened as his eyes t every scar. He stood with his knuckles of his fists closed tightly. However, he said nothing, just silence and that was starting to worry .
I was afraid I might have taken it too far this ti around. Perhaps I scared him too much with the horrors on my body. This wasn’t anything that should be on the skin of a woman. I should have waited till I got my hands on the salve Madam Heidi always used for . It would be gone within a week, I shouldn’t have been too hasty with things because now I had revealed the horrors of what was done to , he might not want anymore.
"I’m sorry Reagan..." I apologized my breath coming out in short pants, "I really tried to stop..."
"Stop." Reagan suddenly spoke cutting off, "Just stop talking."
My bottom lip trembled slightly but I didn’t say anything else. This was a mistake, I thought to myself as I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly feeling ashad.
Reagan took a step towards while I took a step backwards. I didn’t know what he was going to do to at this mont. I am not blind and I am not in denial. I know how hideous my body looks now and I can understand if Reagan found it repulsive look at , but I was hoping he would at least give more ti to get myself together and stay with Ivar before we part and go our separate ways.
I remained frozen as Reagan advanced forward, taking slow cautioned steps. His eyes stayed on mine the entire ti, never straying to anywhere else. Just my eyes, not my scars nor my body. I stood still as I watched him stop in front of .
His hand lifted up and he grabbed my face gently, I closed my eyes.
"Open them." Reagan ordered.
My eyes fluttered open at the command. Reagan stared down at making feel like I was the only woman in the world. His thumb gently swiped at the tear that had rolled down my cheek. He then grabbed with his other hand, his touch was gentle and it felt almost sacred, as if he was worshipping .
I then watch with a little bit of surprise as he leans forward, then captures my lips with his. I stood frozen, not breathing. Reagan was kissing and all of a sudden, it feels just like our first kiss all over again.
He was kissing instead of pushing away? A slow smile ford on my face before I decided to kiss him back.
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