Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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Tiiiimmeeee skip.)
It was a week later and Zoey was home from the hospital. Her mother was helping her inside and the smell of bleach hit her nose and she almost gagged. Then she remembered why bleach would be needed and she avoided the living room. Heading straight for the kitchen she grabbed a big glass of chocolate milk and sat down at the table. -
Petro was walking through the city, making his way towards Zoey's. He thought it was a little weird of him to be seeing her and kind of taking her away from her family, but he wanted to see her up and walking around. He wanted to see how she was doing. After the hospital visit he wasn't really allowed to see her again and he only got updates from the cops about how she was doing. He got closer and closer to her house and with every step he took, the more excited he got to see her.
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Her mother looked out the window and looked at Zoey. "Petro is here." She said with a small smile. Zoey had told her mom that Petro had saved her and they had met up over the weekend. Now both her parents enjoyed his presence but it was killing her from not seeing him in almost a week. Her heart fluttered at the sound of his name and she smiled down into her glass. "I look like a wreck." She sighed and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she didn't have any makeup on and was sure bruises covered her everywhere.
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As soon as he reached the door, Petro knocked on it with a loud tapping noise and then he waited. Petro wasn't wearing his hoodie like he usually did. He had let Zoey borrow that and she was taken with it, so he was wearing a black t-shirt that showed his scarred yet strong arms. He ran his fingers through his hair as he waited for the door to open up and let him in so he could see Zoey.
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Zoey rose from her seat and took her cup of chocolate milk with her as she opened the door and smiled shyly at Petro. Her heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of him and her smile grew slightly. "Hi." She said quietly and looked at the ground suddenly looking shy and young.
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If it weren't for Zoey's parents being in the house, Petro probably went and hugged her and kissed her right then and there, but he wasn't going to do that in front of her parents. He might get shot.
A huge smile grew on his face when Zoey looked down at the ground. "Hey," he said softly while running his fingers through his hair again. "How are you feeling?" -
Zoey grabbed his hand and led him inside the kitchen while taking a sip from her cup. "Tired. Sore." She sighed and let go of his hand and sat down at the table. "Jen's visitation is today.. Will you go with me?" She asked quietly and looked at the table with a sad look deep in her blue eyes.
"Also, how are you and James?" She suddenly asked and turned blue eyes onto him with a small smile. -
A sad smile crossed Petro's face when Zoey spoke of Jens visitation and he was suddenly brought back to that night. Sometimes he could still see Jen's blood splattering on the wall at night. He could still hear Zoey crying for Jen to wake up and be okay. He could still see and hear all of that horror, and he wish he didn't. "Yeah, of course," he said, almost at a whisper. Then Zoey spoke up and asked how he and James was doing, and this time he managed a more happy smile. "We've been good actually. The kids nice, he's like a little brother to me."
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"He's such a little kid." She mused and finished her cup of milk and set it in the sink. "Mom, me and Petro are going to my room." She yelled and kissed Petro's cheek softly before leading him down the hall and towards the stairs still avoiding the living room. Once up the steps she led him into her room and sat down at the edge of her bed.
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Petro smiled and laughed as he was lead up to Zoey's room and he sat on the bed next to her. He felt odd for some reason, he didn't know what to do in her house. The last two times he was there he first kidnapped her and then the second time he was there her friend was shot. He cleared his throat slightly and his smile sort of faded, but he tried hard not to kill the mood. "So, what time is Jens visitation?" he asked quietly.
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"In about two hours.. I'm going to take a shower. You can watch tv or whatever." She motioned to the remote and stood up quickly kissing him and then she walked out the door and headed for the bathroom. Once inside she stripped and got in the shower.
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Petro nodded and he looked down at himself. He didn't think that he had any nice clothes to wear to Jen's visitation. Could he show up in his simple clothes and not get weird looks thrown at him? He sighed and looked at the TV and tried to push that thought out of his mind. He picked up the remote and turned the TV on and just channel surfed. After a few minutes of doing that he got bored and turned the TV off.
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Zoey stood in the shower and looked down at her scar with a frown. The stitches were still healing so she had to be careful when washing her stomach and she imagined once soap got near it, it would burn like fire. The night came flashing back to her and fresh tears spilled down her face silently as she started to wash her hair and then her body. A small whimper came from her in a mix of pain of her still healing wound and the pain of losing her best friend in her own house.
Sadness engulfed her body and she felt like she couldn't stand but she forced herself to finish the shower and get out and wrap a brown towel around her body. Looking herself in the mirror she wiped away the tears and headed back to her room with water rolling down her back and shoulders. -
Petro looked up at Zoey when she walked out of the bathroom and into the room. It was almost as if he could feel the sadness rolling off of her skin and feel the physical and emotional pain that she was feeling. He wasn't sure if the droplets on her face were tears or just water from the shower. "Hey," he said softly while standing up and looking at her, but he didn't dare walk near her. "You okay?"
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Zoey closed the door quietly behind her and tucked the towel so it wouldn't fall and faces her body mirror as she started to brush her long hair out. "No." She said quietly and stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes seemed sadder, darker and older all in the same. She wasn't what she used to be at all and anyone could see it by just looking into her eyes.
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