Untouchable - maya and carina

chapter 15 - the bruise

T/W = self harm scars

Maya's POV

It had been just over a week since I told carina about my thoughts, and I hadn't had another attack.

We were bringing in the groceries and carina was dancing around to the Italian music she had put on. I had just put something in the top cupboard and when I turned around I hit my arm on the side of a cabinet.

"Shit!" I mumbled, laughing slightly at my stupidity

"Are you ok?" carina asked worriedly

"Yeah I'm fine, just stupid"

"Oh, Bella" she laughed.

We finished putting everything away and sat on the sofa together. I had my head on carinas shoulder as always as she was holding my hands.

We were laughing over something carina mixed up in American when I hit my arm again against the side of the sofa. I noticed it was hurting again and winced in pain. When I went to look at it, I saw something that always reminded me of my old life.

Carina's POV

"Hey, are you ok," I asked noticing all the colour drain from Maya's face.

"it's- I- "she struggled to get out

"Hey, Bella what is it?" I asked softly

"it's nothing, it's just a bruise" she replied holding onto her tears.

"What about it upsets you, Maya?" I asked knowing what it was

"My dad always left bruises... and when I woke up after Robert- ... I always saw bruises." She replied while looking up desperately trying not to cry

"Hey Bella, look at me. You're allowed to cry, let yourself cry"

Maya's POV

With that I finally let the tears slip out softly while lying on her shoulder again.

"Bella, bruises don't have to be such a bad thing, can I have your hand?" she asked

Confused, I gave her my hand as she placed a kiss on the back of it. She turned my hand around and placed another one on the back of my wrist before looking up at my eyes

"Can I leave a mark Bella?" she whispered

I looked at her scared not knowing what she was going to do and knowing that whenever my dad used to ask, there was always a wrong answer to that question.

"Do you trust me?" she added, noticing the fear that washed over my face

I nodded hesitantly not knowing if that was the right answer and watched her as she kissed my wrist again, but this time started to suck on it lightly.

I instantly relaxed knowing she wasn't going to hit me and enjoyed the feeling of my pulse flowing through my wrist. After not too long, she let go and looked back up at me.

I was watching the spot my wrist turn from red to a purple colour enjoying the idea that she left a mark on me that I enjoyed her making

"See Bella, now whenever you look at this bruise, you won't think of anything but me, ok?"

I nodded my head while smiling as she wrapped her arms back around me, continuing to watch the tv as I could feel her thumb rubbing over the mark on my wrist

"Do you want to go to bed Bella?" she asked after a while of lying there

"Yeah, ok" I replied still on cloud 9

We walked back to our bedroom, and I immediately flopped on the bed closing my eyes realizing how tired I was

"I don't think you want to sleep in jeans Bella" she laughed

"I don't think I have the energy to move" I laughed back while yawning

"I don't want to see anything until you're ready" she whispered

"The scars?" I asked, realizing that she hadn't actually seen them yet

"They're not the prettiest, there deep and there big... I've got ones that doctors had to stitch up... and ones that ended up getting infected" I sighed

"Bella, you don't have to"

"you're going to have to see them at one point. I trust you carina"

"Are you sure?"

I nodded slowly before watching her undo my jeans. I kept looking up at her to remind myself she wasn't Robert, and she wouldn't do what she did, but she must've noticed.

"Look at me, Bella." I looked up to meet her eyes "you tell me to stop, and I stop, ok?" I nodded my head and watched her start to pull them down, revealing the top of the scars.

Once they were finally off, I watched her look down at them, studying every single one, every single cut I made.

"Can I touch them?" she asked

"yeah" I whispered

She layed down next to me and started tracing over them with her fingers. I took a hold of her hand guiding it to particular cuts.

"that's the first one I ever did," I said tracing her finger over a light one with none of the other cuts going over the top of it.

"And that was the first one that sent me to the hospital, I had to get 6 stitches" I whispered watching her look over them intrigued

"And those are the ones that caused me to flatline" I added while now running her fingers over the deepest ones.

"The rest of them have no significance, they're just there I guess"

"Bella, you're wrong, they're very pretty, each one of them, don't forget that ok?" she whispered

I nodded as she started to kiss them all softly before coming back up to wrap me in a hug

"Thank you for showing me"

"Thank you for making me feel like I can"

A/N

another short one today, I don't know if I like this one or not. please leave suggestions or things that you want to see, I love writing them!

i sort of want to give you another update but I know you'll hate me when you read it 😂

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