Chapter 10
Ty's POV*
Yesterday I proposed to Kit. I love him so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him. "Good morning, Ty," Kit says in a sleepy voice. "Hi, my love," I say to him. I reach my hand to his back, and started feeling his scars. "They're not yours, Ty," Kit says to me. "I feel like they are," I tell him. "They're not yours. It was my choice to protect you. I could've just sat there, and done nothing, let Arthur whip you. But, instead I took it for myself," Kit says in a stern voice. "I feel like they should belong to me," I whisper to myself. Kit sits up, "Why can't you understand that I chose to have these scars?" He asks me. "Because I feel like they should be on my back, not yours," I keep telling him. "No, they should not," Kit says in his sternest voice.
I stand up, find my clothes and put them on. "Ty, what are you doing?" Kit asks me. "I'm trying to make you understand. But you won't," I tell him. "Ty, don't leave," he begs me. But I've already made up my mind. I open the door, and walk out. I walk to my room, and go in. I lock the door, just to make sure Kit won't come in.
Those scars are because of me. If hadn't met Kit, he wouldn't have them, I would. I would've been whipped to a bloody pulp, until Julian came back.
I just proposed to Kit, and we just had our first fight. In five years, our first fight was about scars. I lay down on my bed, face down, and cry. Because Kit and I just fought, over something stupid.
Because he couldn't wrap his head around something.
"Ty, it's me," Kit says from the other side of the door. I don't say anything, I just wish for him to go away. "Ty, please come out. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean," Kit says. I roll my eyes at my pillow. "He doesn't want me. Guaranteed," I mutter. "Ty, please. Ty, please," he begs.
"Hey?" I hear Julian ask Kit. "He's in there, and he won't come out," Kit explains to Julian.
"Why?"
"Because, he says the scars on my back, should've been his, but I don't think that. It was my choice to take the whipping," Kit explains.
"Kit, I know you don't feel that way. Emma has nasty scars on her back, because of me. But, it was her choice to take the whipping. That's how Ty feels," Julian says.
"I still don't get it. But I'll try to understand," Kit says. I heard Julian walk away, to the training room.
"Ty, I'm going to try," he pleaded. "Just let me see your face," he continued. I loved him so much, I wanted to see his face too. "Go away!" I shouted. Kit hit the door, then he walked to his room.
Kit's POV*
How could I be so stupid? How could I not see what he meant? I'm such a mundane, so closed off the things. I was looking out my window. It was getting dark, and Julian had started cooking, but I wasn't hungry. I didn't want to go to the kitchen, if Ty wasn't with me. I was fiddling with the
Blackthorn ring on my finger. It was so precious to me, because Ty gave it to me. I finally decided, I should go to sleep. I changed into pajama pants, and a t-shirt. Ty wasn't going to be sleeping with me, so no point in being shirtless.
It was probably two in the morning, when I was woken up by someone pounding at the door. I got up to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was Ty. His face was red and blotchy, and tears were streaming down his cheeks. "Ty, what's wrong?" I asked. "I had a nightmare. I lost you, like I lost Livvy," he says sobbing. "Oh, Ty," I whispered and wrapped my arms around him. He fell onto me, so I picked him up, bridal style, and took him to my bed. I laid him on the side he usually took, farthest from the door. I took off my shirt, and got under the covers, Ty crawled over to me, so I covered him up too. He laid his head against my heart, and his legs tangled in mine. Ty was still sobbing, and I was running my hand up and down his back, to make him feel safe. "Ty, it's okay. I'm safe, I'm here, with you," I whispered over and over. Ty had his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him. He wanted to make sure I was really there.
So I let him.
Ty had eventually fallen asleep. He stopped crying, and looked peaceful. I kissed his head, and fell asleep.
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