Behind the Pain

Questioning

Marshall P.O.V

"Where is she?? " I asked Tracy nicely while making my way back into the studio with the guys close behind. Honestly I don't know how I really feel, half of me wants to lose it and keep being hard on myself for not beating the shit out of Danny, than the other half keep I keep praising myself just like Royce and paul have been doing since I left, praising me for being strong enough to walk away and not hitting him.

" In her bathroom" Tracy replied softly, still trying to get over the initial shock of the whole morning. I know I can't accept any of the praising I am getting since I wasn't myself who had the strength to walk away, the only reason I didn't have the courage was because I didn't want to make Andrea angry or disappointed in me, since she has already been through so much shit this morning.

Walking into Andrea's office I was nervous and anxious to see her, will she be angry or upset with me?

Her bathroom door is closed and I wonder if I should come back another time, I still can't believe that her coming to work today resulted in her literally getting hurt, of course she seemed alright and strong when I helped her out but it's Andrea, she never let's anyone see her weaker side

" Andrea, it's Marshall " I softly say after knocking on the joining bathroom, wondering is she is even going to want me near her.

" you can come in " she replied from the other side. Quietly I open the bathroom door half way and spot Andrea standing in front of the vanity and mirror, trying to clean herself up.

" Are you okay?" I asked walking in and closing the door behind me. I can't tell if she is angry or frustrated with this whole situation.

" I'm fine, just trying to clean up." she frustratedly replied while concentrating on getting glass that had managed to stick in her skin. She didn't look fussed about the cuts that are all over her hands, or the spec of glass that is still sticking into her.

" Here let me help" I offered after seeing that the frustration has gotten to her. I can tell she is about to explode in any second, but soon gives up knowing she isn't going to get that one piece of glass out.

I walk closer to her and can see the cuts more vivid. How the hell can someone do this to such a poor innocent woman.

" Sit up here" I ordered her nicely to sit on he countertop so I have a better view and position.

Slowly she puts the tweezers down and turns round before lifting herself up on to the countertop of the vanity. To be honest I'm quite nervous while walking over to her and standing in front of her, being the first time we have actually been this close to each other. Standing right in front of each other for the first time I start to notice how beautiful she really is, she isn't superficial or pretty from the way her makeup has been put on she actually is generally stunning, with these natural features that seem to pop out when you really look at her.

Realizing I have been staring at her beauty for a little long, I pick up the tweezers.

" This might hurt a little " I said warning her for the pain that is about to come, being in fights before I know how much picking glass out of skin can be. Luckily she must be used to this kind of pain because she doesn't let a tear escape, but I do notice she has grabbed on to the bottom of my shirt and has scrunched it up in her hand to support herself.

" you should have told me about yesterday" I said breaking the silence between us, it's actually not as nervous or awkward as I thought it was going to be, once again i feel comfortable with her being this close and watching as I help her with the glass.

" I handled it" she replied squinting as I got stuck on one piece of glass that was stuck on the edge of her hair.

"Is that why you cancelled the deal because of what happened yesterday?" she continued asking me, if the incident yesterday is the reason everything has happened this morning, before I even answered I could tell she already knows what I am going to say.