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"What do you mean you failed?"
"Are you really that stupid?"
"What is wrong with you!?"
The only words that had seemed to be said at least they were the only words that you could bare to hear, the rest being to horrible for your brain to repeat a second time.
You tried to explain yourself, but your father wasn't taking any time to listen your your pleading. The second you spoke all you could hear were the screams of you abusive father and the sounds of punches being thrown. slaps, punches, and kicks were all shared that night. you could barely breath, trying to suck in air to your lungs would seem just about impossible, the action being lost by the blows being sent to your stomach. Everything happened so suddenly. your father running out the room after suddenly sobering up and realizing what he did. You stood up minutes later, the way your body felt was excruciating. You finally made it to your front door ripping the door open as if you had superpowers and could tare the door of its hinges.
It felt like years once you stopped running, the pain still explicit in your muscles. Your black eye only letting you see half of everything in front of you. The only reasons you stopped running was because of the pain and the fact you had made to the only place you felt was safe, the only place were you felt loved.
You contemplated on whether to find someone else to bother or just walk up the steps and confront your fears. The fears of telling your boyfriend of your past and present demons. The feeling of embarrassment clouded your whole body and made you scared. The blood pumping in your head told you you needed to say something, knowing you were kicked in the head to many times and may have a concussion said to walk up the steps.
Trying not to touch one of the bruises on your hand, you knocked on the Adams Fosters door. Mariana opened the front door the shocked expression on her face getting bigger the second she realized who you were.
"Jesus, come here!"
Mariana yelled bringing you in slowly and sitting you down onto the couch. Mariana started to freak out, thinking of what could have happened while running to get some ice-packs. Jesus came running into the room confused on what all the fuss was about in the other room. The second e saw Mariana slightly scared he looked from her eyes to you slowly putting the puzzle together. He ran over to you quickly getting on his knees looking at your bruises now noticing you had hem all over your body, blood sligtly coming from your t-shirt.
"Mom, Mama! We need to go, we need to get to the hospital right now."
Jesus screamed scared. you looked at him tears pooling out of your eyes.
"I'm sorry."
you said looking at your gory hands.
"There's nothing to be sorry about, we just need to get you cleaned up okay?"
Jesus said, bringing his hand to your cheek trying not to hurt you anymore than your black eye was hurting you.
Your eyes soon turned to black the last thing you heard were the sounds of people screaming and asking you to stay awake, the sounds slowly echoing to a blank as you completely blacked out.
***
The lights hurt your eyes as you woke up. Moving around your hands you felt a bed beneath you. You felt a if nothing happened, you could still feel the bruises on you stomach but they were as good as gone, or at least they would be in a few days. You sat up groaning not because of your bruises, but because you were not a morning person and did not want to get up. The eagerness to see what had happened had stumped your urge to go back to sleep.
Your passed out boyfriend sat sleepily on the guest chair beside the bed. You laughed at his sleepy state and laughed, finally waking him up. The least you could say is that you were surprised that he woke up yo your laughing and not your groaning. Jesus smiled,
"Morning, baby."
You smiled and laughed again seeing him try and wipe the tiredness from his face.
"So, how you feeling?"
"Good, I guess."
"Well, you'll probably feel better after some breakfast. I'll be right back."
You smiled and went back o sleep, not wanting to think about the night before, not wanting to ruin the good day you were already starting to have.
The doctor, Stef, and Lena came into the room a few minutes later to tell you that you didn't have any brain injuries but you did have a few broken ribs and that the doctors wanted to keep you there another night just to make sure everything was okay. Jesus came back with breakfast which pretty much included donuts and juice, which you did not mind eating for breakfast.
The day passed by quickly. It was filled with you taking test and walking around the hospital. once he night came you weren't tired. The Adams Foster family left, at least everyone but Jesus, He wanted to stay the night in case anything happened. It did take some begging but he finally got his way. You could see Jesus slowly falling asleep in the uncomfortable chairs and you couldn't help but stare for a little longer than necessary, as if you were in a twilight movie.
"Jesus, babe."
"Mhm." he mumbled
"Would you sleep next to me?"
Jesus walked the three steps from the chairs to the bed and slowly got in the bed trying not to touch any of your wounds. He slowly wrapped his arm around your torso lightly putting himself in a comfortable position. You appreciated that he didn't talk about what had happened more than you wanted to. The topic of your father came up and you told him about what happened, but he didn't interrupt(Well maybe once) or make you feel anything less than the love of his life.
"I love you, so much" you whispered
"I love you to, baby. Now get some sleep."
He muttered jokingly, chuckling before you both fell asleep.
