Ava was a girl of many faces: pain, love, sorrow, fake smiles, and loneliness. Her past haunted her no matter the situations and no matter how hard she fought against them. On her darkest day came the brightest light, a doctor, whom grows to care fo...
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Toby Smith
*Trigger warning*
The following chapter will depict events that will be hard to read.
Ava:
I still felt the electricity from James' touch on my skin. He provided a feeling of safety for me I couldn't explain. But I couldn't stay there.
They would need my information and medical insurance which I have none. Much less money to pay the hospital bill. So I left with Toby grabbing on to my waist to guide me back to the shelter. I grabbed on to him like he was my lifeline. I had no other form of familiarity...just Toby.
You would think that after being so close, we'd be together. But no, I don't see him as more than a friend whom I occasionally hook up with. I can tell he has feelings for me, the friendly "I love yous" seem more serious when they come out of his mouth.
I can't love him though. The people I love either hurt me or leave me. I'm a curse and Toby is too pure to be tainted by my lingering darkness.
Toby carries me up the stairs bridal style and lays me on our cot. Despite his frame, he's surprisingly strong. Not breaking a sweat as he carries me.
He helps me get dressed in new donated clothes and puts extra layers on me. Including his favorite jacket that he would never tell me where it was from.
In the two years I've known Toby, he's never once mentioned his past. But I knew it must've been hard for him, to end up here.
He made sure to cover me up as I laid down to sleep and he went to go see if there was food from the soup kitchen so I can eat.
He fed me canned soup and then laid next to me as I snuggled up against him.
"I'm so sorry Ava...this is my fault" He begins to sniffle but tightens his grip so I won't turn to look at him.
"Toby, stop, this isn't your fault. I told you I wanted to drink."
"I know, I just want you to be happy. But I shouldn't have let that happen. I fucked up...I always fuck up"
"Stop it!" I wrap my arms around him and he cries into the crook of my neck.
I cry with him.
"I don't want you to be in pain anymore Ava, I know you haven't stopped cutting"
I stiffen and instantly let my arms drop as he tightens his grip again.
"Please Ava, please let me help-"
"Stop!" I yell. "I don't want to talk about it. So stop or get off and let me sleep."
I push him off lightly and turn away from him. He breathes in and out.
