Part 4

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DOM'S POV

I wake up in the morning to the sound of whimpering. I quickly sit up and look around to see where the sound came from. I see Brian curling up in a corner of the room, crying.

"Bri?" I ask, getting up and slowly walking over to him. I notice the way his eyes are unfocused and know he is trapped in a memory. I quickly pull him against me and just hold onto him as he shakes. "It's ok, Bri. I got you. You're safe now."

"Dom?" came a quiet voice against my chest.

"I've got you," I say, rubbing his back.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles as I pull back from him.

"You have no reason to apologize, Bri. It happens to Jesse all the time. Would you like to take a shower before we head down for breakfast?" I say, standing and pulling him up with me.

"Can I?" he asks, looking at his bandaged hand.

"Let me see if they're healed. If so, Yes, you can. If not you can wash off with a wet cloth," I say, pulling him into the on-suite bathroom. I quickly grab a wet cloth to clear any blood while he removes his shirt.

"My dad and older brother did all of those to me," he says when I glance at his scars.

"If you don't mind me asking, why?" I say, unwrapping his hand and wiping away the dried blood.

"After my mom died, they made me do everything for them. These are all from not doing the fast enough, except for this one," he says, pointing to a newer scar on his side.

"What's it from?" I ask, moving to his side wound after checking that his hand is all healed.

"That's from me running. I decided to leave during the night when everyone's asleep, but my father was awake. He managed to get me with a knife before I got away," he says as I finish with his side.

"How long have you been running?" I ask, brushing his hair out of his face.

"What month is it?" he asks, looking down and blushing.

"It's December," I say, frowning and stepping closer to him when his eyes filled with horror.

"What day?" he asks, looking panicked.

"It's the twenty-first," I say, really starting to worry.

"Oh my god," he says, dropping to his knees, which worries me. I quickly kneel in front of him and place my left hand on his shoulder and my right hand on his cheek.

"Bri? What's wrong? Do I need to call the doctor?" I ask, panicking.

"I missed it," he says, tears rolling down his face as he stares off into the distance.

"Bri, talk to me, please," I say, grabbing a clean cloth, wetting it, and wiping his face.

"My mom," he says, fighting sobs.

"What about her, Bri?" I ask, pulling him against me and wrapping my arms around him.

"The anniversary of her death was yesterday," he sobs into my chest.

"It's ok, Bri," I say, tightening my hold on him when he tenses at a knock on our bedroom door.

"Dom, breakfast is ready," Vince says, walking in and noticing us on the bathroom floor. "What happened? Is he ok?" Vince quickly moved to us and kneels next to me.

"The anniversary of his mom's death was yesterday," I say, rubbing his back and rocking him slightly.

"I'm so sorry. Do you guys need anything?" Vince says, frowning as Brian continues to sob.

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