Tears and Insecurities

It was after breakfast, and we were all sitting around in the living room, stomachs full from the delicious meal Angel had skillfully cooked. Everyone was enjoying each other's company. Of course, I was the one person to zone out in the middle of the conversation and let my mind wander back to memories and thoughts, getting tangled in the mess that I didn't want to trap myself in at the moment.

I pushed away those thoughts as I saw Angel walking back into the kitchen, Cristo trailing behind. The couch shifted at the weight as I was joined by CC on the sofa. I don't believe that I have ever seen him once when he was not smiling. It was adorable, really.

"You okay? You were spacing out for a bit, I just had to make sure that everything was okay."

His soft brown eyes were laced with slight concern. I looked over to the boys that were all laughing and conversing with each other. Jinxx sat by Bane, who silently listened to the conversation, smiling a bit behind his mask, unbeknownst to the others. Jake played his acoustic guitar, chords playing softly as he laughed and joked around with Cielo and Ashley.
Andy sat next to Ashley as they both sat across from us. Andy was slightly tuned into the conversation, smirking whenever he found something funny. However, when he wasn't focused on the conversation, his eyes made his way to me, silently staring until I noticed. He would quickly look away every time.

I brought my attention back to the drummer and smiled.

"I'm okay. I'm just thinking about stuff that I'd much rather not be thinking about. it's beginning to be quite irritating."

"Well, do you want to talk about it? Sometimes, talking about problems makes it easier and reduces stress."

I smiled at his offer, but I felt the need to decline. I wasn't ready to talk about it yet, and I was afraid that if I tried to, I would only end up crying and sobbing about it. I didn't need to do that right now. I didn't need people feeling sorry for me. But mostly,...I felt that I didn't have the correct words..to simply describe everything. I didn't know where to start, and how to go on from there at the moment.

"I'm not ready to talk about it yet...I wouldn't even be able to describe it to you because I don't know how...I'm sorry."

CC only smiled softly as if he understood.

"It's okay. I'm not gonna force you to talk about it. But I do want you to know that I'm here for you to talk to. At anytime. Because I believe that absolutely no one should go through as much shit that you've been through, enough shit to know that things have been building up for a while by just the tired look in your eyes. And mostly, because I know that no man, no matter what the situation is, should put his hands on a female, especially the way that he did to you." He said, his eyes briefly scanning over the slowly fading bruises of handprints around my arms.

I looked down and let my hair cover my face as if it were a curtain. I did this when I was self conscious of myself. My eyes widened in shock as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me in a tight hug. I felt the air escape my lungs and small tears roll down my cheeks in relief, because I knew that he was there for me. We haven't known each other for long, but he was willing to listen to me, to help me with all the bullshit that I've been through. I hugged him back in response.

Eventually, we broke apart and smiled at each other. Cristo and Angel came back from the kitchen, hand in hand and smiling. I winked at Angel and she blushed in response.
We all came together in conversation, and had a damn good time for the rest of the day.
Things seem to be going slightly better at the moment, but I knew that it will get worse eventually..

Notes

Poetic Tragedy; The Used.
So.....This is basically a filler chapter. I apologize for the shortness of it though.