*Trigger warning!*
“No.” I said trying to shut the door but it didn’t move an inch.
“Please.” He said with these puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t help but say “Okay.”
I let him in and when Thor saw him he started barking and growling at him, “Thor! Stop that” I said patting his head, “Sorry, he is protective.” I said as we sat down on the bed.
He was still in his 2 piece suit and I could tell that he was very upset. “Listen Andrea I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” He said looking down at his hands.
“Why didn’t you do anything?” I asked feeling the tears rise again.
“Because I couldn’t.” He stammered.
“What? You couldn’t? What do you mean you couldn’t? Yes you could have, you could have stopped them from ripping my dress off and almost raping me!” I yelled as I stood up.
“They weren’t going to rape you.” He said standing up.
“And how do you know that Beau, huh?” I asked getting in his face.
“Because I wouldn’t let it get that far.” He said.
“And this isn’t taking it too far?” I said taking off my shirt reveling my scarred body, thank god I wear sport bras to bed.
He couldn’t look at me, he was hiding his face from me, “Look at me Beau. Look at what they did to me!” I spat.
He looked up at me and when he saw me he gasped. He must of stood there in shock for about a minute, “I didn’t know it was that bad.” He said, he tried to touch one of the open wounds on my side but I pushed him away and shook my head.
“I’m sorry Andrea.” He said yet again.
“Just go.” I said picking my shirt back up and throwing it on.
“No.” He said
“What?” I said shocked.
“No, I am not leaving, and you want to know why?” He asked getting closer to me, “Because everyone leaves you and I am not going to be one of those people to leave you. I know what your parents did to you, I know what you do to yourself, I know everything. I know how that dog would die for you because of the pain and abuse your parents put you through, I know that dog is the only thing that has stuck by your side and that is why you love him so much.” I felt myself tearing up, how did he know all this stuff? How did he know about my parents? No one knows about my parents.
“Listen I know you don’t like me at all right now, but I am going to prove to you that I am here for you and I would kill anyone who hurt you. So no, I am not going to leave because I hurt you and I want you to feel better and if that means sitting here with you all night not talking, not do anything then fine. But I am not leaving.” He pronounced.
By then the tears had already started falling and they didn’t stop. I just wanted to cut because of all the pain I was in. He brought up a past that should never be revisited, yet he did it. “Why would you mention them?” I asked still crying.
It was like he didn’t realize he mentioned them, it was like he was so focused on telling me he wasn’t leaving that he went ahead and mentioned the one thing that really broke me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I-I didn’t mean to.” He stammered.
I started hyperventilating, remembering all the memories of them, all the abuse. I started remembering and I could not have that happening. I did the only thing I could do, I went looking for a blade.
