Thread: Little Did They Had {Revenge x viktri_neɪʃən]

RE Little Did They Had Revenge - Viktrinen As soon as he saw her eyes glistening, she turned away and stared at the wall, not allowing him to see her like this. Even when Angelo could not see the tears, he could hear her choking up as she struggled to get the words out. Kelly, I- he began but she interrupted, speaking what was on her mind as he had asked. She mainly worried about his safety, but he could argue that he needs to take risks to make sure his family is provided for that's what a father does. She will never understand, but does she have to? It's his burden after all. But as his love, Angelo felt it necessary to try and explain further to the best of his ability, but she inhaled and exhaled with the rise and fall of her shoulders and whatever feelings that were there before were gone, and she stated she did not want to speak about it any more. Angelo turned his head towards her but she did not look at him as she stood up and entered the bathroom to ready herself for the day. He had not known this until he heard the constant and familiar splashing of her washing. She knew better than to do this alone and if it weren't for his inability to sit up, the pain strengthening whenever he moved, he would have followed her into the bathroom to help her, regardless of how she feels about him now. When she reappeared in the room, she continued to ignore him yet he watched her abandon the towel and moisturize to ensure she wasn't struggling too much without him. Her body adjusted well to the pregnancy beneath the baby bump, Angelo could still see the thin woman he had originally met and made love to, yet forever beautiful as always no matter her size. He had been staring at her the entire time she dressed and sat down on the bed beside him though still facing away from him. Angelo sighed, figuring she was waiting for him which meant he would have to get up soon. Putting the ice pack to the side, he slowly sat up, muffling his grunts and groans behind pursed lips that tightened at every muscle ache he was feeling. If anything, it looked he would need help getting ready more than Kelly. He limped to the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid before wiping away the sweat that formed on his forehead from such a workout, and used his foot to slide the bucket of water over to him. He had stripped in the buck and reached over for his everyday wash cloth, dipped it into the bucket with the soap, and scrubbed his body, lightly grazing over the areas that hurt the most. He wiped away the blood that dried on his face, making him look more presentable and less beaten. He left his clothes on the bathroom floor as well as a puddle of water when he left with a towel draped on his shoulders, doing little to hide anything. The cool air in the room extinguished the flames of soreness on his body as he reached the closet and pulled out his last set of clean black pants and a gray long sleeve shirt and slipped them on, having no clean boxers left he just decided not to wear any. The effort of getting ready in under 30 minutes tuckered him out, and he collapsed back onto the bed beside Kelly and panted. Get all the dirty clothes... he mumbled, Estefania his older sister will wash'em for us when we get there. Kelly had always complained about having nothing to do, but with him out of commission due to his injuries, she may have to share some of the work he usually does by himself. Put'em in that big bag in the closet... He hoped the task would give him an extra ten minutes to relax. Please, baby? They will have to take the bus although his Uncle did not live far but Angelo would limp the entire way with a weight of clothes on his back, not to mention Kelly being pregnant, she shouldn't have to walk so long.