My mother, who just kicked me out, was in front of me. She looked absolutely broken. I pulled my shoulders back, breathing even. She stepped closer, as I flinched. "No, not right now," I croak, wanting to run.

And that's what I did. I took off, and dashed out of the store. I came in the only entrance ten minutes before, and left now. It was like everything was a blur, and my head was spinning.

When I reached outside, it was storming; however, that didn't stop me. My shoes hit the pavement as I ran back to the apartment. I was fearing Ed would be pissed I ran away, but hopefully he won't ask questions.

My short hair was dripping by the time I reached the housing, and I remembered the door to my destination would most likely be locked. I groaned, running a hand through my hair as I let it all out.

My back hit the door, as I slid down the wood. I wanted Ed to hurry, and hopefully come soon. I was sitting there, my legs pulled to my chest as I shivered.

"Dammit, you scared the hell out of me," I hear Ed's voice, as his shoes appeared in my range of eyesight. I look up, so glad to see him. He bends down, offering a hand, to pull me up. "It's storming, come inside," is all he says, before pulling me to his chest and unlocking the door.

My teeth chattered as he helped me inside, and to his bedroom. "Take your wet clothes off," he starts, tossing me a warm, fluffy turquoise towel. "I'm going to run you a hot bath, not seduce you, I promise," he chuckles at himself.

I'm in no mood to laugh along, I just sit there and stare. Ed probably thinks I'm absolutely insane, running away. I soon hear the water running, reminding me of needing to strip of these wet, cold clothes. Ed returned a minute later, with his eyebrows pulled together, and a concerned look on his face.

"Do you mind bubbles? I accidentally knocked my bottle of soap bubbles, and I just went with it. Anyways, if you do like those types of baths, it's ready. I'm going to go," Ed rushes out. I know he must still feel odd after what happened.

He leaves the room then, closing the door behind him. I walk over to the door, locking it, before making my way to the bathroom. I began to peel the clothes off of me, as tears started to push over.

Sobs escaped, as I got down to my underwear and sat in the floor. I couldn't move. And I couldn't wrap the fact my Mother had the audacity to approach me after what happened. How dare she look broken, after she didn't stop her boyfriend from kicking me out...

The water was getting colder by the minute, and I knew I would have to pick myself off of the floor in a moment. I hesitated, but eventually pushed myself up from the wood flooring, and took off the rest of my clothing. As the last piece of fabric fell to the floor, I stepped into the tub.

As my foot submerged in the water, the heat of the water stung at first, until I say myself down in it. The water soothed my sobs, calming me down majorly. Everything seemed jumbled, I thought, as I rested my head on the side of the bathtub.

A few knocks racked the door, alarming me. The bubbles seemed to cover me, though. "Um," I heard him start, his voice traveled brightly through the other side of the door. "You've been in there for a while, I'm sorry, I was just checking on you. Sorry again to bother you."

I rolled my eyes up to the ceiling, which was painted a weird, light blue color. "It's okay," I sighed, calling back to him. I felt his presence hesitating at the door, before I heard his footsteps carry away from it. Every step he took, my heart slowed down. Just being around him, makes my heart feel ten times stronger.

I decided to be in the water a little bit longer, as the bubbles swam around after I put my fingers through the water. I plucked the drain, hearing the start of the slurping noise it made, when draining water. As I stood, I grabbed the towel, wrapping it around myself.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, and began to count to one-hundred as I walked to his bed. It was odd, but whenever I got to the point of trying to control my crying, I counted this way.

Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two...

Ed had set a pair of sweatpants on the bed, along with a red, oversized t-shirt for me. A smile on my face appeared, as my hands grasped on to the shirt. It was his, and now it was nice to have a bit of him close to me.

♔
sHES WEARING HIS SHIRT BYE