Love, Sex, Riot. (Bret Von Dehl love story)

Chapter 22: The Blood Legion

Bret's POV

"I'm sorry........ I love you," she says as she falls into my chest. I hold her in my arms, rocking us back and forth to try and calm her down. Her sobs soon turn it to sniffles telling me she has calmed down a bit. 

"Come on let's get you cleaned up," I say while wrapping my arms around her and pulling her up. I pick her up and set her on the bathroom counter, grabbing her hand to analyze the wounds. I start by pulling the chunks of glass out of her knuckles causing her to whimper in pain. Once I get everything out I grab a wash rag and wet it, bringing it to her hand to wipe all the blood up. I then move down to her bare chest gently wiping up the blood that stained her skin. 

"I'm going to go get the first aid kit," I tell her. She nods and sits still, looking at her cut up hand. I sigh and kiss her forehead before leaving and heading down stairs to see all the guys with worried faces.

"Whats wrong?" "What happened?" "Oh god is she okay?" Questions were thrown at me left and right.

"She got upset and punched her mirror," I told them while heading to the medicine cabinet to grab the first aid kit.

"God dammit, not again," Scene muttered under his breath.

"What do you mean not again?" I questioned with a confused face.

"Every so often she gets like this and every time she does she ends up breaking her damn mirror. This will be the ninth time replacing it due to her getting mad and angry with her self," EJ explains brushing his fingers through his hair in frustration. 

"So this occurs often. Does she ever like take it-"

"Take it to the next level? Yes she did three times but failed from one of us finding her. We've tried everything in us to help her and when you came into the picture we thought she would get better for you but we don't even know anymore," Jamison says, a look of sorrow apparent on his face.

"Right now she just needs someone to comfort and help her. That's the best we can do while she's like this,"Jacky pipes up. We all agree and I head back upstairs to attend to her wounds. I get back in the bathroom and find her right where I left her. I send a small smile her way and grab the gauze and tape, starting to wrap her hand. Once i'm done I look up at her to see her eyes so lifeless and dull, her staring down at the wrap on her hand. 

"Come on baby let's get you clothed and into bed so you can rest." She nods and hops down off of the counter, walking into her room and going to her closet. I look at her body and see most of her bones peeking out, making me sigh inaudible. She really is in a bad state of mind right now and I have no clue what to do.

Esence POV

After grabbing a big sweater and some black boy short underwear I slip them on and crawl into the warmth of my bed. I pull the blanket up over my head and lay there trying not to break down again. I feel a dip in the bed and see Bret crawling under the blanket, lying down facing me. 

'Don't cry, don't cry' 

"How are you holding up sweetheart," Bret asks me. I shrug and move my body closer to his, wrapping my lag around his hips. He places an arm over my waist pulling me closer into his chest and resting his head on mine. My eyes start to get heavy pulling me under into a restless sleep.

A/N: Short really bad chapter. I'm sorry I havent updated in a long time i really have bad writers block so if any of you have any ideas then please dont hesitate to send me them over message of in the comments!!!!!!

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