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benny-what, his was targeting me?

you glanced over seeing his lip busted and blood pouring from it

you-oh my god benny ur lip

you quickly pulled your phone out calling your dad and he picked up almost immediately

dad-hey honey i-

you-dad quickly i need you to get here im on ** street, im with benny and some guys just came over stating he was targeting him and his bleeding and-

dad-breathe fauna im on my way. what did the guy look like?

you-i dont know i was paying attention to benny, omg dad theres alot of blood

you said looking at benny's bloody lip and nose

he titled his head back taking a deep breathe

benny-fucking prick
he whispered

dad-is benny alright? is he sitting or standing fauna

you-his standing leant against a wall

dad-alright im here, where are you

you-what i dont see you

dad-oh come on!
your dad shouted as you heard his engine rev louder seeing his car pull up

you both climbed inside and benny panted touching his face

you-drive please, im scared dad

your dad sped off and you opened the first aid kit that you always kept in the glovebox, thanks stepmom

you slid onto benny's lap wiping up the majority of the blood before assessing his actually injuries

his nose would not stop pouring and you became worried that he had broke it or maybe it was just pouring from the initial skin to skin force

you held the wipe against his face touching his busted lip gently

you-im sorry im putting cream on it, the swelling should go down but ur nose just won't stop pouring benny idk what to do

benny-i think you should grab a new tissue
he sat with his hands on your hips, eyes glancing down to your hand now covered in blood

you quickly switched tissues and cleaned the blood off your hand sat with your legs either side of his body.

your head hit his chest and you sighed

you-its all my fault, i told you to stay for a while with me you should of just gone home with those stupid packages

benny-fauna this is no way ur fault, somebody did this to hurt me, to hurt you.

he slid his hands onto your face lifting it to his

benny-it's just a little blood im okay
he gave you a smile before you switched tissues for a 3rd time looking at his face

you-im sorry benny it's my fa-

his lips hit yours shutting you up and you quickly pulled back

you-you cant, your lip benny

benny-i needed to shut you up somehow because it's not ur fault darling

you smiled lighlty reapplying cream to his lip as he held the tissue against his still bloody nose

dad-did you two just...kiss?

your dad chuckled
dad-im so proud of you fauna

you-what..proud of me? why?

dad-remember my little story of how i fell in love with ur mother? it'll be you soon

you-dad no im dating teddy- oh my god teddy.

you glanced back over to benny in shock

surely not? teddy didnt do this, did he??

dad-teddy did it. im sorry honey but his the only guy from the turfs who has officially met benny at the wedding party

benny-he must of recognised me
he agreed with your dad

you-teddy did this to him!? are you kidding me dad, his such a nice guy he couldn't do that to benny let alone me

dad-i know he is but his from the turfs sweetie you never know what to expect

you-oh my god now it really is my fault

dad, benny-no its not fauna

your eyes became puffy, your head became cloudy from all the thoughts running wild and you passed out asleep on benny's chest being awoke when you arrived home.

benmy-sorry did i wake you?
bemny asked placing you into your bed and you sat up pulling him down beside you

you-it stopped bleeding, when, how wh-

benny-i said i was fine faun, its just a little sore that's all

you-can i get you anything? maybe tape to support ur nose or ice for ur lip-

benny-do i need to kiss you again to shut you up?

you stuttered trying to find an answer but falling silent

benny-great, we can sit and watch a movie until dinners ready
he smiled and so did you

you-can i just get ice?

benny-fauna i said no

you-i feel terrible benny, you need something at least, even it's a stupid wet towel
you turned to him checking his injuries seeing bruises forming on his lips

you-why did he go for the face? he ruined your beautiful face
you whispered seeing those bruised lips smile

benny-you think im beautiful?

you-yes of course you are
you smiled lying down against his chest and he squirmed a little

you quickly moved glancing over to him

you-what did i do? did i hit ur lips with my head, or maybe ur nose?

benny-no my um chest is really tight

you-benny
you whispered pulling his shirt off being gentle around his face seeing a big mark on his left side already beginning to physically bruise

you-oh my god, how many times did he fucking hit you

benny-like 5? at first he shoved me and punched my chest and then it was just my face over and over, maybe 3 or 4 times

i need to find out who did this to him.

sorry if there are any spelling mistakes