All you came back with, were scars, bruises, cuts, you weren't in pain. Not one bit. You were upset, seemed something was haunting you, I dare't ask. You came to your senses, you asked me for help. I couldn't say no. I wanted to know what happened but still I waited for the time, the time you would actually open up to me. Strangely enough, I didn't care. I wanted to help you and that is what I did. Not once did I regret the pain I supposidly put you through, it was for your own good. You started healing. I took you home to give you extra support, I helped you with the homework you potentially missed out on, and that was it.
