I raced down the steps and the first thing I did was check Tory's pulse. Too fast. I lifted her up bridal style and her head lolled back, dangling from her thin itty bitty body.
"Tory. Why the hell were you even by the steps?" I groaned as I carried her up to our apartment. I flung opien the door and everybody turned their heads in alarm.
"What the hell??" bash hollered.
"She fell down the fucking steps." I placed her gently on the couch and demanded a bowl of hot water and a rag. I dabbed her face with thw hot rag and made sure she was okay.
"Go home guys." I sighed.
"I said go home!" I snapped. They quickly cleared out and I took a deep breath.
Tory will kill me if I do this. But its nessessary.
I raised her arms and slid off her T-shirt. God was she bony. I turned her on her side and saw a large vertical bruise along her hip where she may have hit the banister.
I sucked in my breath as I peeled off her fluffy pajama bottoms and tossed them aside. Peeking out from her underwear line was a gash. I closed my eyes tightly and hoped to God it want deep.
Just rug burn
I sighed with relief. I took a blanket from her linen closet and draped it over her. I tucked it in and I got to her feet when I noticed her foot. It was swollen.
"Shit!" I hollered. I kept the blanket over her so nobody would see her naked body and I picked her up again. I reached my car and gently put her in the back seat.
Halfway to the hospital Tory woke up.
"What the hell? Where am i?" she sat up but imidiatly laid back down.
"Tory. I need you to stay calm. Just lay down and don't pay attention to the pain." I said once I saw the stricken face she made.
"My leg." she mumbled. "It hurts." she started to cry.
"You'll be okay." I reached back and felt for her hand, but she mustve fainted again, because it was slacked at her side.
Tory was going to be just fine. They told me so. Keep her on antibiotics.They said. Everything fine kid. They informed.
We drove home in silence. Tory was dressed in some clothes I picked up from the thrift store that were 3 times her size. She never said a word.
When we got to the apartment she went straight to her room. Never asked me to help her once. Not even with the fact she was on crutches.
Three weeks she gave me the silent treatment. Three weeks she holed herself in her room. Three weeks, that she seemed completely lifeless. Three weeks until I got fed up.
I barged into Tory's room and she didn't even agknowlege my presence. She continued sitting on her window seat watching the city below.
"Tory. You need to go get some fresh air." no reply.
"In not suggesting it Tory. Go do something with your life." I started to get angry.
"God damnit tory!" I slammed my fist against her dresser. " you can act like this! Its not healthy! What has gotten into you!? Who the hell were you talking to that night that made you so damn upset!?" I fumed.
Tory shrugged and refused to look at me.
"Tory." I pleaded. I took a seat beside her and I noticed she had been crying. She had dark circles around her eyes and her face ghostly white.
"Jesus, Tor.When was the last time you got some sleep?" I asked.
Tory shrugged again.
"Lets get you in bed." I helped her up and we slowly walked to the bed. I slid off her shirt and gasped.
"What the hell? When was the last time you ate something?" Tory looked up at me with no expression.
She looked like skin and bones. Her spine stuck out and her ribs visible.
"Fuck!" I ran my hand through my hair and bit my lip. "You can keep doing this Tory."
"I... Everytime I... I close my eyes. I see him. I can... Feel him." Tory sobbed.
"Who Tory? In the closest thing you've got right now so you better tell me. No more bullshitting me. We've been together for about a month now. In not leaving." I stammered.
Tory gestured for a shirt and I helped her put it on. She brought her skinny knees to her chest and leaned into me.
"His name is Daniel. He was my boyfriend. He... He would do things to me. Things that made me hate him. I couldn't do anything about it. He'd kiss me. But always refused to kiss me directly. When I moved i broke up with him but... I can get him out of my head. He haunts me day and night. Then... That night. He called me. Just to remind me what hendid and how it made me feel."
Tory looked up at me but refused to make eye contact.
"In so sorry, Tory." I hugged her to my chest. "I didn't know. I never would have made fun of you for those things if I knew thats what happened."
I had cooked us dinner and I gave Tory her plate.
"Eat." I demanded.
Tory shook her head. "Im not hungry."
"Bullshit. Eat." I moved the plate of parmesean chicken closer to her. She weakly picked up her fork and cut the chicken for a bite sized piece.
I watched her as she slowly chewed.
"Good." I said, devouring my meal in minutes.
Tory and I sat on the couch watching a movie. I could see tory ready to fall asleep and the instant she closed her eyes, they snapped open. She still cant sleep.
"Come here." I pulled her to my chest and she closed her eyes.
"You know, got some reason... Everytime you hold me when I sleep... I forget about him." she said as she nuzzled into me.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep too.
I felt lips against my neck. Soft giggles coming from the person beside me. Tory. She kissed up my jaw and I moaned.
"What are you doing?" I laughed.
Tory licked my lips and started sucking on my bottom lip. I could feel myself getting aroused. I lifted Tory onto my lap and kissed her softly. She sat up and rubbed my chest. She lifted my arms and pulled off my shirt. She kissed down my chest and stopped right at my v line. She giggled and pulled at the hem of my pajama pants with her teeth.
I unbuttoned my pants and she shook her head.
"Nope nope nope." Tory got off me and smirked.
I woke up smiling.
Just a dream. Phew.
Tory laid sound asleep against me and I smiled down at her. I quickly slid from under her, careful not to wake her up and I called up my dad.
"Hey dad." I said.
"Hey, kiddo. Hows it been going?" dad asked me.
"There's always rough times with girlfriends. Tory seems tough though." dad laughed.
"Oh, dad. Tory and I arnt dating." I chuckled.
"You don't have to deny it, son. By the way, are you coming down for dinner? Im sure Tory can live without you for a bit." dad asked.
"Actually dad... Can we reschedule? Tory's having a hard time right now. Maybe next month?" I sighed.
"Of course James. See you next month. And remember. We all fall down sometimes. And it may be easier to keep laying there. But it takes true strength to pick ourselves up.