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Started January 11, 2020 by @TrashyBeth_has_broken_her_Finger

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" Fuck! " She yelled at her bloody hand from punching her mirror

Brad sat at the bottom of the stairs, and heard a shattering noise. He tilted his head up, contemplating whether or not to go check on her. Hearing her cuss, he was a little more hesitant knowing she was probably pissed that he had just walked out. But he couldn't stay in there anymore. He had to leave, he couldn't watch her. So being a coward, he sat at the bottom of the steps, humming to himself.

She walked out wiping her tears filled eyes her hand extremely bloody as she started to move past him

"Caroline." He whispered, watching her walk past with a bloody hand. "Please, let me fix that for you."

" I can do it myself" she said walking to the kitchen

"But I want to make it up to you." He lied, feeling he hadn't done anything.

She spun around"no you don't because you're not sorry you don't know what I had to grow up through I got abused because I wasn't good enough everything abusive fathers abusive boyfriends it never stops Brad so yeah I've got it in my head that I'm not good enough and I never will be my father put me in front of the mirror and he pointed out every single flaw I had told me no guy would ever want me no guy would ever love me " she sobbed

Brad was taken aback, but didn't understand why she was so mad at him. "How does this have anything to do with me? I never said you weren't beautiful, I never said I didn't want you, I never said I didn't love you. I've said all the opposite, so why are you mad at me?"

She shook her head and continue her journey to the kitchen as she entered the walkway between the kitchen in the living room she broke down she slid down the frame crying unable to control herself anymore

Brad watched her, and turned around. He quickly went through the kitchen drawers, finding gauze, and medical tape. Grabbing the scissors, he went back over to her, and slid down in front of her. "Hey, it's OK honey, I'm here." He said softly, taking her wounded hand.

She shook her head crying more " why are you helping me I just blew up at you for no reason" she said

"Because you're tired and stressed out. I want you not to be so upset, so I'm trying to keep you from passing out." He told her softly, wrapping up her hand.

" maybe you should go" she suggested

"Go where?" He asked, letting go of her wrapped hand so she could pull away from him if she wanted.

"away before I lose my temper again" she said

"Like forever? Cause that isn't going to happen. I need you, and right now, you need me." He whispered some.

" I don't want to hurt you" she cried

"How can you hurt me sweet thang?" He asked, scooting closer to her and pulling her close.

" I could get angry and do things that would make you hate me" she said

"Like what?" He asked again, holding a hand on her waist.

" i could physically hurt you" she said

"You, hurt me? Sweet thang, I know how to defend myself." He whispered.

" i just get scared Brad" she said

"It's OK, I can keep you safe if you just ask." He whispered, hugging her close.

She hugged him burying her face in his chest crying