Chapter 4: You love Me…..?

Duncan's P.O.V

After an amazing time with Gwen, but she had scars all over her body and most of them were fresh. Every time I would try to figure out who did this to her, she'd convince me to live in the now, with her. She was fast asleep and laying on my chest. My hand was gently brushing against her skin while I was thinking. I know we did this before, but that was years ago, so why now? Was she going to leave him for me, or was I just her boy toy? I scrunched up my eyebrows, why am I thinking about this, she's here now and I should live in this moment. We'll talk later.Just as I finished my last thought her eyes slowly flutters open. She gives me a loving smile. "Good morning" her raspy voice greats me.

"Morning" I smile at her too. She giggles a little.

"You have morning voice; I've never heard that from you" I didn't want to ruin the moment with a sly comment, so I just kiss her softly.

"Now do I have morning voice" I tried to keep my voice normal, but failed.

"Yes" she titters, making me chuckle. She gets up with the blanket covering her chest and I sit up as well.

"Do you have a robe I could use?" she asked. I get up, naked and go to get a robe. I smirk as I'm walking into the bathroom knowing she's staring at me, then give her to robe. I see the blush on her face and kiss her cheek. She gets up, puts the robe on, brushed her teeth, then goes into the kitchen to cook breakfast.

This felt like a fairy tale or as Sierra would say, a Gwuncan tale. But as everyone knows happily ever after doesn't exist in reality. I need to know why she's here, I'm happy she is but there's something wrong, I just know it. I go into the kitchen and Gwen's back is facing me. I go up to her and wrap my hands around her waist. I was curious to know what she's cooking, so I look over her shoulder as see her cooking over easy eggs, bacon, and I decided to help her by making the fries. After we finished cooking we started eating in silence and it was getting awkward, so I had to bring up what we both were hoping to avoid. "Why did you come here" I asked gingerly. She looked up at me and made eye contact.

"I…uh" she closed her eyes and took a deep breath "I know how you feel about me and I feel the same way" before I could say another word, she started again "but I can't be with you, I'm marrying Trent, and I can't leave him."

"Why"

"Because…" she stated.

"Because isn't an answer. Come on tell me, you know you can tell me anything" I assured her.

"Let's just say me and Trent haven't been happy with each other for a while now"

"What's going with you two?"

"I can't" she said and I saw it in her eyes that she was scared.

"Why not" I was starting to get frustrated with the one syllable answers. She shook her head as if saying no. I understood what she meant. "Why won't you answer any of my questions?"

"Why do you have ask so many questions" she retorted.

"You know Gwen, I'm starting to think that you're just using as a damn boy toy. I love you, always have, and most likely always will, and when you come into my house and start kissing me and making me believe that you love me, only to find out that you don't. it hurts, I'm not a doll that you play with, put it in your toy box, then play with whenever you're bored" by now I knew my eyes were starting to get watery, and hers was too. She looked down and stood shut. I exhaled in annoyance. "You know I thought you were better than this. Now I'm starting to think your way below this." She looked into my eyes again and anyone could see the fire in her eyes. Good.

"I'm not using you as a boy toy; I do love you, but Trent. I don't love him but when the guy wants something, he takes it." She was now crying. I thought of what she said a few times in my head and it clicked. 'When he wants something he takes it'. My eyes widen when I realized what she was talking about.

"He-he did that to you, he's the one who gave you those scars, isn't he" she must have thought I was going to do something to hurt her because she stepped back as I went up to her. When I finally cornered her to the wall, she was about to start wailing, until I grabbed her wrist. She had several scars there and they were near her veins. I kissed her wrist and said "I'm sorry". She knew I was talking about the fact that I was yelling at her.

I've always seen her as my fragile friend, but today I seen her as worse than fragile. She was hurt (in more ways than one) and needed the one thing that can cure anyone of any bad feeling, love. I'm the one to give het that cure. I just needed to know a few more things. I'll find out later, I don't want her to feel bad.