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I sat up in Jason's guest bed because he had been knocking on the door for thirty minutes in a partner. I huffed tossing the covers off of my body swinging the door open realizing the knocking wasn't on my door. I followed the sound and it came from his work out room he had the door open. I watched him punch on the punching bag with ease. It was like he was letting out anger because of the way the punching bag moved. I leaded against the door frame watching his every move until he realized I was here.

"Hey." He says giving me a small smile taking off his head phones. He took his gloves off revealing the tape around his hands and wrists." How you feeling ?" He asked and I shrugged. He pulled a shirt over his bare chest before he approached me. "You want something to eat ?" He asked and I nodded my head.

I followed him out to his huge kitchen and he gestured towards the counter top. I hopped up making sure he couldn't see up his shirt since that's all I had on. "My face hurts really bad." I say and he nods pulling out ice packs and peas.

"He always hit you like that ?" He asked being really blunt.

"No." I say accepting the ice packs in both hands. He helped me holding the peas to my head.

"I'm sorry you don't got to talk about it." He says and I shook my head.

"It's fine I get it." I say." He was always aggressive when he got mad but he never hit me." I say. He nodded his head and went to the refrigerator and I swear to you all he had was naked smoothies and fruit.

"Don't hate me all I got is fruit and smoothies and then peas on your head." He laughs showing me fully." No, I lied." He says he reached up on his top cabinet above the stove he had a bag of chips which made me laugh.

"It's fine." I laugh. He made his way back over to me and he handed me the big bag and he held my ice pack to my eye. He gave me the sympathy filled eyes and mine automatically began to water.

"I'm sorry about what happened. I know it's going to be hard to get over and to talk about so I promise you whenever you ready you can call me whenever no matter what I'm doing or what time. I don't want to see you drive yourself crazy trying to be strong because you don't have to be." He says and I couldn't hold my tears from flowing. I felt tugging on my heart and it began to beat differently, it was stronger, and the beat faster.

"I'm gonna miss him so much." I tell him and he hugged me. I didn't have anything else to say. All I could do is cry. I let him go after a while and he gently wiped my throbbing eyes.

"Can I tell you something ?" He asked and i nodded thankful the attention was off me. Before he could tell me his phone rang loud throughout the whole house. He held his finger up before he jogged to where ever his phone was. He approached the kitchen again with a big smile on his face with the phone clutched to his ear." Hey ma. Happy mothers day." He smiled and I couldn't help but smile too I mean I tried. He looked genuinely happy. I then realized what he said. Mother's day. My life can't absolutely suck this much. I hopped off the counter top and went back to the guest room.

I didn't have anything to put on being my clothes were covered in blood stains, so I sat at the edge of the bed watching my feet dangling. I couldn't get my mom out of my head. I wonder if those doctors are able to get her back. If maybe one day she could sit front row at my wedding and be my mom again.

"Dee." Jason called before he found me sitting there." Your , nose is bleeding." He says dashing off to the bathroom and I held my head back like my mom taught me. This wasn't anything new this always happened when I got too worked up. He came back with a clump of tissues looking like he saw a ghost.

"I'm fine, I got too worked up." I chuckle accepting the tissues and plugging them up my nose making me him laugh. I wiped my eyes with the extras and he sat next to me." I can go home." I say hopping and praying he says no. I feel terrified being alone at this point. Not what someone else is going to do to me but what I might do to myself.

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