𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒

𝐭𝐞𝐧.

|| 13th August 2012

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Gabby took a deep breath as she did her makeup, attempting to hide all the bruises and scars she'd gained from last nights problem. Fatboy watched on, his eyes fixed on her every move as she covered up her bruises and scars. However hard she tried, he could still see the faint marks on her body that reminded him of what she had been through. His hands were clenched into fists as he witnessed firsthand the lengths she was going to just to try and fit in.

"You've done a good job of covering them up" he says softly, his voice now a mixture of anger and worry.

"Are you trying to make me feel better cos it aint working" she stammers, wincing as she gets up from her seat. "You didn't have to stay over, you know that?"

"And just leave you here by yourself?" he asked back, his face betraying his anger once more. "Of course I was going to stay over" he adds, his eyes narrowing as he continued to study the bruises on her body.

"Can you stop looking at them?" Gabby sighs as she grabs some bandages and covers her stomach, she takes an oversized t-shirt and slips it over the bandages. "I don't really want people to be staring at them..."

"So I'm just supposed to pretend that everything is all fine when it's clearly not? You're covered in bruises for christ sake" he retorts back, his anger growing as he realised his tone was getting a little louder than he'd anticipated. "And that's not even including what happened to you last night" he adds, his frustration with her only seeming to grow.

"I need to get Connie  ready" she stammers, going over to the living where Connie  was watching tv. "Come on you, let's get you ready for nursery" she winces slightly as she picks Connie  up.

"Wait, you can hardly even walk!" he shouts out, trying to stop her in her tracks as she heads for the living room. "Let me do that, you stay here and rest" he continues, attempting to cover for her obvious injuries.

"Arthur, let me look after my daughter..." she sighs, going to Connie 's wardrobe and picking out a floral white top and pink pants.

Fatboy could see her stubborn side beginning to come out, he hated that he couldn't just tell her she wasn't able to do certain things such as look after Connie , so instead he decides to go a different approach.

"Do you even think you're able to look after her properly? You're still injured for gods sake!" he yells out, using the excuse that she's not fit enough to look after her in order to try and get his point across to her.

Gabby stares at him blankly as she does Connie 's hair. "Leave it, okay?" she hisses, focusing her attention on Connie .

"I won't just leave it!" he shouts back, attempting to take the hairbrush away from her and do it himself. The look of frustration on his face shows just how concerned for her well being he is as he continues to argue for her to stop.

"she's my daughter, and I'm gonna look after her...I've gotta pretend everything's okay!" she yells quietly, patting Connie 's head. "Go and play in your room, okay baby?" she smiles softly before sitting down in her dining room chair.

Fatboy stares at her as she puts a smile on her face as Connie  heads to her room, her tone of voice suddenly sounding calm when he knew inside she was hurting. His anger grew even further as he saw her putting on an act just so that Connie  wouldn't worry about anything.

He eventually lets out a sigh, choosing not to argue with her anymore, at least not whilst Connie  was in the house with them. He didn't want her to have to witness the two of them bickering back and forth.