Be Your Own Spring novel Chapter 108

"Ma, can you please leave us alone for a second?" Kezr said in a montone voice.

"Ke-" Layla spoke but Kezr interrupted, "Ma, please, go."

I heard Layla sigh and leave and Maria rubbed my back before leaving too.

"Zella, tell me. Tell me now." Kezr leaned back to look at me.

"I-I-th-", I could barely speak with my shaken up and feared voice.

He nodded and kissed my forehead. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and nuzzled my head into his neck sniffing his Cologne to calm myself down.

I looked up and saw us in our bedroom.

He gave me water and I practically chucked it down.

I passed him the glass back and he kissed my forehead before he bent down and got into our bed and pulled the duvet above us.

The duvet above us was like a tent and I could only see Kezr. There was no one around us, I was safe here, with him.

"Now tell me. Easily and calmly." I took a deep breath and tears gathered in my eyes

"It was bad, very bad, tho-those horrifying memories, those places, them people, I-I don't get nightmares about it usually, but when I do, I only remember me crying and shaking and you calming me down."

I was talking in riddles but Kezr knew exactly what I was talking about.

He nodded and pecked my lips, my nose, my eyes and then my lips again.

"Care to explain love?" I nodded and told him all about those horrid memories.

"T-tongs, I hate them. Hate. Abhor. Gerald used to put them above the fire and when they'll become really hot he'll put that on my body to teach me a lesson when I didn't listen." His eyes darkened but I continued.

"H-he would make them go hot and then he would burn my skin with those t-tongs. Wh-why he do that K-Kezr? Am I th-that bad?"

He shook his head and placed my hair strand behind my ear.

"No love, there's nothing wrong with you. All that's wrong is those people's mind. They're fucking sick in the head. Those motherfuckers-" I glared at him but he shook his head again.

"No Rozella, they deserve it. Honestly, they deserve more than a simple curse, they deserve to die. From my hands. I'll b-" he said balling his fists.

I interrupted him and put my hand on his balled fists and rubbed them soothingly.