Aquiver (Original)

Maybe...

The sound of a heart monitor and soft crying weren't the most fun sounds to wake up to.

"I'm so sorry, Becker," a soft voice whimpered. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, sweetheart...."

Julie.

Becker opened his eyes a little and he looked over at her. Bruises and cuts littered his torso and the rest of his body. He watched her cry for a few seconds before the doctor came in. The doctor knocked on the door and then entered the room. "Ah, Mr. Livingston," he chimed. "How are you feeling?"

Becker looked at him and managed a weak smile. "I'm alright, sir," he said. "Thank you."

Dr. Adams nodded and smiled. "You got beat up pretty badly. Can you breathe alright?" he asked. "You had a really hard blow to your nose, sir."

Becker didn't even think about his nose. He focused on his breathing and noticed it was a little complicated, but overall, okay. "It hurts a little to breathe in, sir, but other than that, I'm fine," he replied. Dr. Adams nodded. "Good," he said with a grin. "What happened to you for you to get such a hard blow to your nose? And to get cuts and bruises all over? Did you fall from something or get in a fight?"

Becker tensed up and he swallowed hard, knowing Julie was still in the room. "What? Oh," he said smirking, cooking up a lie. "I-I was at work and I fell from a high area. I fell on my face, mainly my nose, and the cuts were from the asphalt and the bruises were already there." He bit his lip and then smiled.

Julie had her eye on Becker the whole time. "So, when will he be out of here?" she asked, looking at the doctor.

"Ah! Yes! He should be out in a month or so. I need that nose to heal," the doctor replied. "Once he gets out, he'll have to come back about once a week as a check-up for it." Julie nodded and crossed her arms, looking down at her phone and then at Becker. The doctor explained a few more things and then left the room.

"How dare you," she hissed. Becker tried to sit up to speak. He opened his mouth, but she slapped him hard across the cheek. "You could have lied better than that!" she snapped. "I know you could have!"

"Julie, I'm sorry. You try being drugged up and coming up with a concoction of a lie!" Becker replied, rubbing his cheek.

Julie grabbed her stuff and calmed down. "Listen, Becker. I'm sorry. I've been under a lot of stress lately with work and what not," she said. "Forgive me?"

Becker kept quiet and looked at her. "Maybe...I'll think about it," he replied plainly. "Will you please leave me alone?"

Julie grit her teeth. She raised an eyebrow at him and was about to slap him again but decided against it. She nodded and walked towards the door. She slammed the door and Becker flinched slightly. He listened to the steady beeping of his heart monitor.

He still couldn't believe she had actually hit him. He'd promised himself he'd never hit a woman in his life. He didn't want to become like his father. Thinking, he'd quickly realized that all the signs were there. This was Julie's first physical hit. When they first started dating, she emotionally abused Becker, but he didn't realize it till about 6 months into the relationship.

He reached over and grabbed the small apple juice box that the nurse had brought in earlier. He sipped on the drink some and knew he had to find a way out before things got worse.

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(A/N: Please feel free to leave comments! It'd help to get some criticism or...anything for that matter...about this story. It'll help me know and learn how to make this whole story more interesting and to make it flow easier!)