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Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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Caroline got to the apartment her knuckles extremely bloody from punching things she walked in and went to the kitchen looking for bandages

Not knowing Caroline was home yet, Brad had locked himself in the bathroom. He had a feeling she would have showed up soon, and didn't really want her walking in on him. He was a wreck. Staring at his shirtless torso, he traced the scars from various nights of him physically abusing himself. 'It's your fault she died… and now you're back at square one. It's exactly what happened last time.' With his thoughts screaming awful things at him, he pulled open the medicine cabinet's door in attempt to look for something.

" Brad!" She called out " babe I'm sorry " she cried

Pausing in his search, he fell quiet for a moment. His voice was mostly gone, from screaming at himself in frustration. Yanking back on the long sleeve shirt, he pulled the door open and wiped his eyes. "C-Caroline?" Brad called back out, his voice weak.

She saw him and ran over to him being sure not to touch him with her bloody hands she hugged him crying in his chest

"B-baby doll… why are you crying?" He asked softly, wincing a bit when she hugged him. The contact was unexpected, so he couldn't prepare himself for the shock of pain he felt. "What happened after I left?" Even with his sore throat, he forced himself to talk to her and figure out what was wrong.

"Star came in" she cried " she said you two got together" she cried

"W-what? Why did she tell you that?" Brad asked softly, scooping her up to carry her back to the couch. "Why would you believe that?" Once in the living room, he sat on the couch with her on his lap.

"I didn't but with no one backed you up" she cried wipping her tears getting blood on her cheek

Groaning, he tilted his head back on the couch. "I ask someone one time to let me handle something, and everyone ditches me… great." Brad mumbled, sighing heavily as he wiped the blood and tears off of her cheeks. "I'm sorry baby-doll." He whispered, his throat more scratchy than before.

" I need to wrap my hands" she whimpered

Not even phased by her statement, Brad nodded weakly. "We can do that now… if you want my help, that is." Brad whispered, not realizing how bad he was straining his voice. "Am I allowed to help you?"

She nodded " I'm sorry" she cried

"Don't be baby… I'm sorry for walking out on you." He continued to whisper, standing back up with her in his arms. Everything felt like a roller coaster, with his thoughts still screaming at him.

She cried out "I'm a horrible girlfriend I don't deserve you' she said

"Shush, you know that's not true. You're the best girl I know, sometimes we just don't get along. Every couple has fights… it's healthy in a relationship." Brad insisted, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

She sniffled closing her eyes

Walking in to the bathroom, he set her down on the edge of the toilet so he could look for bandages. "I'm sorry I left you earlier… I was just already having a rough day. Thomas, Jasper, and Collins were kind of yelling at me before you got there."

" I shouldn't have snapped and said the things I said" she said

"Come on, don't blame yourself." Brad whispered, pulling the bandages down to fix up her knuckles. "We were both stressed out. I don't blame you in the slightest."

"I do I'm horrible" she said

"Please stop saying that. You aren't. I was upset, because I already was upset." Brad mumbled, running his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Let me fix you up, and in that time, don't say anything bad about yourself."

She nodded closing her eyes