The End

Chapter 6

~~Four Months After~~

Scott is icing his back, while changes the gauze on his abdomen. He hears his doorbell ring, and he quickly hides any evidence. He gets up, and sees Kate. He automatically starts to cry.

"What did I do?" Kate asks, pretending to be confused.

He just shakes his head and pulls her into a hug. He cries, and he flinches from Kate awkwardly hugging him back. He doesn't know what to say, he just holds her.

"Please let go of me, this is getting awkward now." She asks kindly, yet coldly.

He lets go and walks back to the couch. "Sorry." He says quietly, his voice sounded so far off in the distance. The bruises on his face are almost gone, so he isn't worried much. "I missed you." He plainly says, his tears still falling.

"It's fine. Erm, yea." She pauses for a second, nearly forgetting why she came by. "Is it okay if I work out here for a bit?"

"Yeah. The machines and things need to start being used again." He says, taking off his shirt to continue fixing the gash he received the night before. "Don't mind if there is a mess down there." He says, completely awkward knowing that he looked so out of shape."Do you want tea?" He asks quietly.

"No I had red bull on the way here. I'll just change and go downstairs." She stares at him, shocked at how much he's changed. "The fuck happened to you?" She asks before going into the bathroom.

"Life happened. I don't want to talk about it." He says coldly. He thinks, It's partially your fault. You left me when you were my salvation. He reapplies the antibacterial ointment, and quickly covers it up with the gauze. He tries to sit down, but his hips lock up, and he groans. "Son of a fucking bitch." He has to snap his hips to sit down, and then he winces as his back hits the couch.

Kate came out of the bathroom wearing what looked like a M.M.A. training outfit. "Okay. I just got new fighting gloves, so you better have a new punching bag." She has tape around her wrists.

"I do. Installed it three and a half months ago. The old one broke." He says, not looking towards her. "If you need anything when you're down there, just ask." He rolls up his pant legs, and Kate sees many scars covering the once flawless legs.

"Ahh, yeah, Okay." Kate waves her hand at him before going downstairs.

Scott traces the largest scar on his ankle, and remembers the fact that he did that one to himself. He looks down in self-hate. Not making a noise, he walks up to his room. He collapses on the bed and cries. He cries because he knows that nothing will ever be the same again. He cries because he hates himself. He cries because he knows he is no longer a free man. He cries because he lost who he used to be.

Kate is getting her pent up emotions and hatred out. She's throwing combos at the punching bag. She realizes she feels wierd working out alone in his house. "Scott! Get down here!" She yells up.

Scott hears Kate and slowly gets up. Not caring that it looked obvious that he was crying, he walked down. His eyes were puffy red, and the tear stains were still on his cheeks. "What?" He blandly asks.

"You should join me. It seems you need to vent. It's weird being alone in your house anyways." Kate suggests.

"I shouldn't work out. I can't." He looks down. "I'll stay down here though to keep you company." His voice was too quiet for him, and his hands were shaky.

"Suit yourself. More punching bag for me." Kate says, turning to drink some water."Well I don't wan- Kate, why do you have that scar on your side. Wait, don't tell me..." He stands up, and walks over. He places a hand on her stomach, and looks at her. "Kate..."