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Fool's Gold

Chapter 94

"Noli, get out of bed." I whined trying to pull her up. She giggled and laid back once again. "Enola, come on. I don't want to stay in bed all day. I wanna do something!" I whined again.
"Why?" She asked with a smirk.
"Because! We only have three days here!" I huffed at her. "And I don't want to be the stereotype. Let's go do something fun!" I stated sourly, still attempting to pull her out of the bed. Enola frowned and let her hand slip from mine. I sighed quietly, "I'm sorry, baby." Enola moved away from me a little more. "Noli, come on. Just get out of bed. We don't have to do anything fabulous. Let's just go get lunch or something. I'm in and out of hotel rooms all the time. I wanna go out." I pleaded sitting down beside her.
"That's not what you said." She snapped at me.
I ran my hand through my hair, "Enola." She grunted and folded her arms over her chest. I gazed at her with apologetic eyes. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't...it just fell out, okay. I know that we are not like that." She stared at me, still angry. "So what your dad said got to me a little. But I know that you love me, okay?"
"Then why is it bothering you?" She nearly shouted at me. I dropped my eyes from hers and turned my face away. "Harry, you promised that you would always tell me the truth and I would do the same. Not telling me what you're feeling is the same as lying right now." Enola said firmly.
I sighed, "Because I feel like that is all that everyone else sees. I feel like it's all my friends see, all that your step-mum saw."
"Harry, they don't see us that way and you know they don't. You know the boys see that we genuinely love each other. They know this isn't temporary." Enola murmured trying to comfort me. She placed her hand on mine. "And if anyone does feel that way about us, their doubt will be wiped out in a few months when we're living together in London." I nodded but stayed quiet. "There's more isn't there?" I sighed and tried to get off the bed. Enola grabbed my arm quickly and pulled me back down on the bed. She crawled into my lap, straddling my thighs so I couldn't get up. She took my face in her hands, forcing me to look her in the eyes. "What's bothering you, baby?" I shook my head. "Harry, talk to me. You keeping it to yourself is causing a bigger problem than telling me would." Enola begged.
"You don't know that." I replied feeling fear take over me. I didn't want to tell her what I was thinking. What I had been thinking for almost two weeks. What if it caused an argument or made her want to leave?
"Harry, please. I won't be mad. I won't leave. Just tell me what's on your mind." She kept her tone even.
"What happened...with the phone call." I stated quietly, my eyes dropping from hers again. I felt ashamed. Enola made a whimpering sound.
"Okay. What about it?" Enola asked, her tone as calm as it had been for the last few minutes.
"I'm sorry. I should have just listened to you. You were trying to keep me from coming unhinged by hanging up, even though I knew what was going to happen." I murmured. Enola nodded and kissed my forehead. "I know that you tried to say no. And I know that you only said yes to make sure that he wouldn't do something crazy." Enola looked at me intently. I knew she wanted me to say everything that I wanted to say. She wanted me to get my feelings off my chest. "I know that you love me and you only want me. But the way you sounded for some of it...I can't help but..." I couldn't look at her and say the words. I turned my eyes toward the wall, "I can't help but think that you might want him too." Enola wrapped her arms around my neck and moved further up my thighs. "I know it's just jealousy and worry talking but I know all of your little sounds and to hear them when it's not me..." I was fighting crying.
Enola held me tighter and kissed my temple, "No, Bear. Don't think that way. Please don't think that way. I love you and only you. I know what it sounded like and I promise you that the way it sounded is not the way it felt." I looked up at her with a lifted eyebrow. "Harry, I've become quiet skilled at faking it with that man. I know how I sound and it's not hard to mock."
"Don't lie to me. There are sounds you make that cannot be faked. I know it." I got a bit snippy with her.
She smiled, "Did you hear those sounds?" I thought about it for a moment then blushed. I shook my head slowly. "Exactly. Those are for you. I promise." She muttered, tracing my bottom lip with her thumb.
"You were breathless. I heard the way you were gasping..." I began only to have Enola cut me off with a slight groan. "What? Why are you making that sound?"
"That wasn't because he felt amazing or because he was doing something incredible." Enola replied with the shame that I had started out with.
"Tell me." I pleaded. I knew once again that worry had taken the reigns, not logic.
"I can't Harry. You've already had enough." She stated sadly.
I shook my head, "No. It's not about me. I don't like the look in your eyes right now. I don't like that I see shame and...misery. Get it off your chest. You're safe here with me. It's okay to talk about it." Enola sighed quietly. "I promise I'll never let go of you." I murmured to make her feel more at ease.
"He likes to be too rough. Which I'm sure you heard." Enola stated lowly. I nodded. It had haunted me for the last two weeks. "We...sometimes we get rough." I couldn't help but smirk a little thinking of the night the boys showed in Italy and the first night she was on the road with me. She frowned, "But you could never do what he does." My heart clenched in my chest, hearing the pain hidden within her words.
"Did you know before you got married that it was what he was into?" I asked, curiosity taking over a little.
Enola shrugged slightly, "Yeah, I mean, it's not like we ever had that night of undying passion like we've had." I nodded. "But he was nothing like he is now. It got really bad after the first year." She sighed again. "I know that I could have it so much worse. I am well aware of that." Enola stated.
"But still, it hurts you and you don't like it." I felt terrible that she felt the need to understate the issue. "Come on. Tell me what he does. I'm not going to think any less of you. There is nothing in the world that could make that happen." I assured her.
Enola took a long, shaky breath, "He pulls my hair too hard. He is to aggressive with his hips, to the point that sometimes I have bruises. He slaps my bum really hard so I have bruises. He's even slapped me across the face a couple of times." Her eyes were filling with tears and I felt anger rule my emotions. "He likes to squeeze my throat so I can't breathe. When you said you heard I was breathless, it's because I genuinely was." She whimpered. I kissed her cheek softly to give her some comfort. "The worst of all of it is what he says to me."
"Please don't repeat any of it. I heard enough." I said letting my eyes slide closed. I couldn't believe he spoke to her in the way he did even though she was giving him her body. It was truly disgusting how he treated her. Enola pressed her forehead to mine and held my shoulders even tighter. "Enola, you said he doesn't hit you." I stated after a moment.
"Not outside of sex. He's never hit me when we were arguing or just standing in the kitchen. It's only when there's sex involved." She stated like it was no big deal.
"Enola." I murmured, hating her reaction. She didn't speak. "How hard does he hit you?" I knew it was a bad road to go down but I needed to know. If the time ever came, I was going to have to protect my girl.
"Hard enough to leave bruises on my ass." Enola repeated. She stared at me as though I was asking the most random of questions.
"And when he pulls your hair?" I asked.
Enola shrugged, "I don't know. It's not like I can see bruises or even get bruises from that." Suddenly, a thought popped in my head. I knew it was probably a horrible idea but I figured it was worth a try. "Harry?" Enola had noticed the change within me.
"Show me." I instructed. I knew it wasn't going over well with the way she shook her head and the fear in her eyes. "Baby, this is something I need to know. Just show me." I took her hand from my shoulder and placed it in my messy curls.
"Harry, I don't want to hurt you." Enola nearly whimpered.
I shook my head, "You won't. You can't. Just do it." Enola bit her bottom lip and nodded. She gripped my hair tightly then pulled. I winced as the strength of her tug made my head tip back. She quickly released my hair. "See. No harm." I smiled at her. It did hurt though. I imagined that with a woman like Enola and a massive brute like Charles, it had to hurt her a lot more that it had hurt me. "Do you ever get bruises on your neck?" I inquired of her.
She looked at me shyly, "Just once. But it was easy to hide. He apologized for it."
"How hard did he do it?" I asked taking her wrist in my hand once again.
"Harry, no." Enola whimpered again. "I don't like this. I don't want to hurt you. This will make me just like him."
"No it won't. I am asking for this. Just once, as hard as he did it to you. As soon as you've done that, let go." I stated. I knew that she hated it. And even though the conversation had begun out of jealousy, it was now motivated by anger and a need to safeguard her. I wanted to know what he had done to my girl so I could protect Enola. I needed to know how to protect her. Knowing how he hurt her, would help me do that. "I'm promise, Noli. You're not going to hurt me. And if you think you might've, then you can take me out to the best resturaunt in Paris for lunch then kiss me at the Eiffel Tower at sunset." I hoped that being my romantic self would calm her nerves. Enola nodded with a look of uncertianty. "Kiss me." I grinned up at her. Enola lowered her lips to mine tenderly. Slowly, she let her mouth devour mine. I hummed into her kiss. I loved it when I could feel the huger within her. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my throat. "Okay baby. Go for it." I uttered quietly. Enola did as I asked. She gripped my throat with the strength that Charles had to her. I didn't let it show how much it did hurt and how my breath was stolen almost instantly. Enola let go after just a moment. She covered her face with both hands as her body collapsed into mine. She began to cry almost hysterically. I wrapped my arms around her tightly. I laid back on the bed with her in my arms. Enola buried her face in my neck and let me hold her. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry." I murmured kissing her hair. I was apologizing for the way Charles treated her and for making her do something else she really didn't want to.
Enola clung to me and whispered, "I'm sorry, Bear."
"You've got nothing to be sorry for, Noli. I asked you to do this and you never asked for the things Charles does." I responded quickly.
"Can we please stay in bed today?" Enola asked still crying. "We can go out tomorrow but I just wanna stay here today." I nodded and turned us so we were laying on the pillows. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over our still naked bodies. Enola snuggled into my chest as she tried to calm down.


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