Goodbye.

I'm happy with you.

Josh stepped in through the door holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked up at me smiling until the smile instantly faded away. The light in his eyes disappeared and were filled with rage. The bouquet of flowers dropped to the floor as petals began to fall off.

"What happened to you?!"

I stood there silently, frozen in place. I closed the door behind him, picked up the flowers and walked over to the kitchen.

"Rachel! Tell me what happened now!"

I pulled out a vase and started to fill it up with water as I began to get emotional.
After I filled it up with water Josh grabbed my hand causing me to drop the vase. I looked up at him and I started to cry even more. He pulled my arms to his chest and wrapped me into a massive hug. When he realised I was super upset he slowly loosened his arms so they were less tense. Remembering what happened I drop to the floor, allowing my scars to press onto the shattered glass. Josh came down with me pulling my hood down and resting my head onto his shoulder. He ran his fingers through my hair to comfort me.

"Rachel please tell me what happened..."

He put his hands around my face and slowly pulled me away, while wiping my tears.

"Was it those men? Did they do this?"

I lifted up a hand and rested it on top of his.
While trying to catch back my breath to speak, the words I managed to say,

"It was. I tried to get away but they got me and they.... They..."

I instantly bursted out in tears. My whole body was shaking.

"They what? Rachel what did they do?!"

The stern tone in his voice rung into my ears.

"They touched me and they..."

I couldn't manage to get the words out of my mouth. It was too hard.

"Please tell me they didn't!"

I wrapped my arms around him and cried louder. I was physically and emotionally drained...

"Oh god no! I'm going to kill them for this!"

Josh unwrapped me and stood up making his way to the door, until I grabbed around his ankles to stop him. He turned around and saw the blood on the floor from my knees. He began to tear up and lifted me from the ground carrying me to the bathroom. He sat me down carefully onto the toilet seat, as he turned around and grabbed an old cloth, soaked it with water and pressed onto the wounds.

"Where is the first aid kit?"

Without looking up I pointed to the cabinet with the mirror as I was ashamed of what had happened. He opened the first aid kit grabbed out bandages and tape. Before he went to wrap it he could see there was still pieces of glass stuck into my knees.

"You still have glass in you. They seem pretty deep I'm going to have to get them out."

He turned his body to grab the tweezers laying on the side.

"This is gonna hurt..."

He leaned in closely and put the tweezers up to my knees and began to pick out the individual pieces of glass. The shock of pain struck my body as I banged my hand on the side of the toilet. My face scrunched. All I could think about was last night... He tried his best to quickly remove the glass. Then continued to wrap me up.

After he had finished he grabbed my hand and tried to help me stand. I placed both feet onto the floor until I added pressure to them I fell. Quickly Josh catched me. Again he carried me to the living room resting me on the sofa. He them proceeded to the kitchen to clean up the broken glass.

I layed there as lines of tears glided down my face. I tried to cover as much of my skin as possible. I wasn't ashamed of Josh seeing it as much as I was ashamed of myself.

After cleaning the glass Josh came and sat next to me. He pulled me up and rested my head onto his side. Wrapping his arm around me to make me feel safe. I pulled down my sleeves and pulled my hood over my face.

"Don't do that please... I know it must make you feel ugly or ashamed but what's done is done, and trust me they won't be getting away for this."

The smallest bit of reassurance gave me some confidence but not a lot. I didn't move my hood until he moved it for me.

"Look at me. You may have these bruises and scars but I still think you're beautiful nothing can change that."

As I began to smile I felt a drop of water touch my forehead. Until I looked up to witness him crying. Even though I was in agony I shuffled myself up and wiped away his tears.

"Please don't cry. This isn't your fault."

Looking at each other with both embarrassment, anger, fear and happiness he said,

"How can I not blame myself? If I would've just walked you home none of this would've happened! You wouldn't be laying in bed at night crying, feeling ashamed of what they done. You wouldn't have felt destroyed."

All those words he was saying was floating around me. My emotions were taking over. I mean yeah he has a point but he can't blame himself and I won't let him.

"It's not your fault! You offered to walk me but I denied and walked by myself. This is my fault!"

"Stop that please! It's not your fault! If I would've just walked you home you wouldn't be feeling like this. You would be happy!"

"But I am happy because I'm with you!"

We both looked at each other after all of the arguing and shouting. The light that faded from his eyes had returned. Both of us continued to share tears. He instantly put his hands upon my cheeks and pulled me in to a kiss. I had never felt like this for a long time. I may be in so much pain but I have never felt this nervous and this happy for a while. After making out and him running his hands down my body as I ran my fingers through his hair, he pulled my up onto his lap until I let out a painful moan.

"Sorry I forgot..."

"It's okay."

We looked at each other and smiled but at the same time his eyes were sad. I rested my head back onto him as my eyes got heavier and I drifted asleep...