Someone had...long ago, loved him better than anyone after her. Better than the best. He smiles faintly at the memory of those words, words he had tried so hard to forget.
No,' he tells himself, 'forget her. There's no going back. She deserves better.' Letting out a small groan as he pulls himself up from the bed, answering the question from woman next to him with a simple 'I'll be right back.' She's still in that place between sleep and awake so she doesn't stir or put up much of an argument when he pulls her arm off of his waist.
Pausing before releasing her tiny wrist. He stares at that limb with pure contempt she can't see in the darkness. As much as he'd like to break it, he can't.
Instead he drops it on her pillow and scoots as quickly as he can away from the bed, letting out a painful hiss as the clawmarks on his neck and chest are pulled and sting with every movement. Once in the bathroom he closes the door, standing in front of the full length mirror. The body before him is unrecognizable. There are dark purple welts along his upper torso. Her nails had left a few welts on his face and neck. But her favorite form of torture left dark purple marks around the most sensitive parts of him. His nipples, his belly..and if you saw his legs, they would look much the same. It seemed the only area she never subjected to her tempers was the one part of him that was of use to her. And even that was raw at times due to her insatiability.
He knows without looking that his back is bruised as well. His ass felt like someone had touched a hot iron to it. Probably because they 'had'. Of course she claimed that was an accident. He rolls his eyes, stepping toward the shower and flicking on the cool water. His whole body suddenly felt like it was on fire.
As the cool water rushes down his body, he thinks of her. Not the woman asleep in his bed, but the one he left behind. His only source of comfort came in knowing she was happy, that Morgan and Michael are safe. He has to stop and remind himself every now and then exactly why he's doing this. It was all for them, he remembers. So they could continue to live the happy lives they had built for themselves.
Once again his thoughts fall on Robin, her smiling face the last time they'd collided, quite literally, at the hospital. The night he 'mysteriously' showed back up at the hospital thirty minutes later, needing stitches. Robin had thought it strange that he'd been able to 'get himself into trouble' in just a half an hour, he could see confusion written on her face. But she said she 'knew better' than to ask. Put it down to his job, which he was thankful for. He didn't want her rooting round for clues and getting herself mixed up in the messes he'd made himself. She was already in neck deep, she just didn't know it. But as long as she went on unaware, the safer she was because he knew Robin. If the truth came out, she would never let it rest. Not until she knew the truth. And he knew he didn't have it in him to lie to her.
Keeping things from people for their own good, sure. He'd practically made a career out of doing just that. And it had been a mistake in her case back then, but now..she couldn't know.
He gets out, new resolve set in his mind, grabbing a towel and slowly, carefully moving to wrap it around his waist. As he moves to grab his sweatpants he hears the door open and freezes, hand paused with his sweats dangling from it.
"I'm sorry..did I wake you?" He asks almost meekly, hating the weak quality in his voice but he can't help it. The burning pain radiating through his chest and back reminding him it's not a good idea to cross her. Not until he can figure a way out of this mess. For all of them.
"No, I just missed you, that's all." She purrs, reaching to run her hand tenderly over his cheek. He tries his best not to cringe or move, but her touch irritates the scratchmarks she had left there last night.
"I'm sorry." He says again. Not sure what else to say that won't set her off. She seemed to like hearing him grovel or apologize so for the most part he's just been sticking to those two. She rolls her eyes, shoving him away from her with a hard slap.
"Don't fucking patronize me, Jason! I'm not crazy or a child. Or some kind of animal you have to coax out of it's lair. I'm the woman you love. Or..dson't you remember that anymore? I swear after one conversation with little miss Perfect you're already treating me like the bad guy!" As she speaks she roots around in her drawer for her razor, huffing and puffing because she isn't finding it. Finally she yanks the drawer free and throws it on the floor in frustration, dropping it directly on Jasons foot and kneeling down to search through the things that had fallen out The drawer lands on Jasons foot across the bridge of his toes and he lets out a yelp, scowling down at her.
"Jesus, Sam! Be careful!" Her answer is a swipe at his knee, taking his feet out from under him and she stands to her feet, razor in hand, kicking him in the stomach.
"Watch your mouth. Clean this shit up. I'll shave in there," nodding toward the bedroom. With a small sigh, barely audible, Jason pulls himself to a sitting position. When he tries to stand he finds his knee has been dislocated and hurts like hell. She scoffs, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she leaves the room, flinging one last order over her shoulder. "Oh don't be such a big baby...christ."
Jason waits til she's out of earshot, sitting primly on the sofa across the hall with her razor and some toe polish, before letting out a breath and glaring at the mangled knee.
"Great..crazy bitch." He pushes the bathroom door closed and stares down at the injured leg, noting that it's already starting to swell, trying to remember what Robin had told him to do in cases of dislocation.
After a 10 minute struggle and alot of muffled screaming into a washrag, he manages to pop the knee back into place, but walking on it...that's a whole other ballgame.....
Here he was, an injured leg, his ex girlfriend on the brain, and Sam was expecting sex, at least that's what the whole leg shaving toe polishing ritual usually meant.
It was going to be an interesting night.