But now they couldn’t. The thought made his blood boil, and even though he knew he wasn’t really mad at her, he was. She had promised. Every day she promised she would be okay. But she never was. She had lied time and time again and left him powerless to change that. If she had just talked to him, just trusted him, he could have helped. But maybe she was worried this would happen. His anger grew when he knew he was powerless in a situation where she needed him, and often times he knew he had hurt her.
He remembered late at night one night she texted him. He left his ringer on for her in case she ever needed him so he woke up after she had sent a few texts. She didn’t know what it was, because she knew she was safe, but the anxiety and fear had crept in and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know why or how to fix it. He tried to help for awhile, but grew frustrated and tired, and after telling her this told her she was being ridiculous. Then he went to bed. After that she didn’t text him at night anymore, and even though he still left his ringer on, he knew why.
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Tumblr Writing Prompt
Short StoryA prompt given on tumblr which I wrote awhile back. I like adding to it occasionally so this will make that easier for me
