22 [part two]
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Gone.
They were gone. Slater said they were gone and Slater never lied. A mixture of emotions swirled around inside of me. I didn't have to see them again. I felt...happy? Calmer? I wasn't sure what I felt, but I knew one thing: It was good.
I could hear Slater moving around and I smiled to myself. My hand moved to touch my lips and I slowly made my way toward the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror; I looked similar to when I had first arrived but different.
I liked different.
I also liked Slater. I liked feeling the sparks that erupted between us every time he touched me. I liked seeing him happy, I liked seeing his smile, I liked waking up beside him, and I liked feeling his lips on mine. I really liked Slater.
I wasn't sure of the last time I'd felt this way. Actually, I wasn't sure if I ever really had. I was used to being told do to something and having to comply or else, but that wasn't the way with Slater. Slater never forced me to do anythingâwell, he had forced me to take a bath and to wear clothes, but he was never violent. Slater never hit me, he never made me fight, and he didn't put me in a tiny cage.
"Are you okay? You're quiet," Slater said as he entered the room.
I thought about it for a minute and nodded once I found the words to say. "I'm okay."
Slater flashed me a smile and threaded his hand with mine. We didn't say anything, but nothing needed to be said. His other hand ran through my hair and we stayed like that. We stayed sitting on the bed in each other's hold for I don't know how long.
After everything that happened, I was glad to be back. It reminded me of when I first came here. It felt like nothing could get me as long as I was inside the house. I wasn't sure if Slater felt the same way, but I liked to think he did.
A weight fell against me and I looked over to see that Slater had fallen asleep. I guess after everything, he was tired too. With a little moving and wiggling, I got Slater to the top of the bed and laid down beside him.
I stared up and wondered what would've happened had Slater not come that day. Where would I be? Where would he be? I wasn't sure what the answer would be, but I was glad that I didn't have to find out. I turned to stare at him and I rested my hand on the top of his head.
For once, I didn't want to run away. I wanted to stay with him forever.
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