Chapter 10

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" Scars are badges of strength and courage. They tell the story of what we have endured. Only survivors wear them."

        -Unknown. 

A/N : This chapter is dedicated to CookieMonsteer97 if you're not following her then your crazy ! she's a freaking awesome writer! Check her and her stories out !

Recap of chapter 9

(Monroe's POV )

Yelling for help i sit the puppy down as i pull romans shirt up to fine some delicious tan abs and a 4inch cut right above his right hip bone.

I tear off his shirt and hold it over the cut adding pressure to it when out of nowhere a dark shadow casts over us.

Looking up i see one of the medic 's just staring at us.

"DONT JUST STAND THERE !! FOR FUCKING SAKE HELP HIM !!" i yell in furry at medic that was now scurrying around me to help roman.

The medic checked him over real quick then radioed for more help and a stretcher.

Quickly two more medics came with a stretcher and put roman on it before they quickly walked back to the ambulance and slid roman in before closing the doors.

I quickly picked the puppy up and followed them waiting for them outside the ambulance.

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It was now 8 a.m. and i was sitting at my bar in the kitchen drinking my sixth cup of coffee not being able to sleep.

Laying my head down on the cool counter top i finally was able to close my eyes.

Right at i was about out a groaning and moaning roman came through the kitchen and sitting down next me and laying his head on my arm.

Sighting i sit up and move roman off my arm.

" I thought we were suppose to stay at the safe house for a couple of days ?" a groaning roman asks sitting up.

Standing up i make another cup of coffee for me and then one for him.

" Captain said it was safe to stay here we just can't be coming and going we need to lay low for a few " i say sliding his cup over to him.

Nodding he takes the cooled coffee and gulps it down in two swigs.

Groaning he starts rubbing his hip and lets a painful hiss out as he pulls his hand back to see blood seeking through his shirt.

Freaking out he lifts his shirt up to see his whole lower stomach wrapped up.

"What the fuck happen?  and why the hell can't i feel it ?" he asks a bit scared.

" Well for one stop poking at it your gonna reopen it, and second do you remember anything that had happened last night ?" i ask pulling him with me to the living room and sitting on the couch.

" Yea i remember everything up to the moment i gave you the puppy,  by the way where's the puppy ?" roman asks.

" the puppy is running somewhere around the house,  and to answer your questions you were stabbed last night by someone and i think you reopened a few stitches  " i say as i drink the rest of my coffee.

" Stay right here and I'll go get my first aid " i say getting up and pulling my short night shirt  down in the back.

Running back to the living room i have roman take his shirt off so i can get to work on unwrapping his gauze.

Finally getting all the bloody wrapping off i check the wound to find that four of the stitches had came undone and are now pouring blood.

"Well, it looks like you've reopened four of the stitches and im going have to stitch you back up " i say getting everything out and ready.

" Woah woah woah, like hell you are ! your no doctor!  take me to the hospital or something! " he yells in full panic and also making his blood pressure rise there for making the cut gush more blood.

"Roman we can't leave this place ! its either you let me help you or you can bleed to death which one do you prefer " i ask him in all seriousness.

"fuck it, fine do it but as soon as we're allowed to leave we're  going straight to the hospital got it ?" he tells me with a pain stricken face.

"I wouldn't have it any other way " i say getting my needle ready.

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After 30 minutes of wrestling roman to stay still i finally had his stitches half done.

" will you fucking sit still roman !" i all but yelled at him when he kicked me in the face once again.

"It fucking hurts! " he screams at me still wiggling around.

Getting tired of his crap i get up and straddle his thighs, i then bend over so my face is basically leveled to his crotch and start on the last of the stitches.

Making sure the stitches were all good i slid down his legs so he can sit up to have his lower stomach wrapped back up.

Finishing up i then look up to see roman looking down at my parted thighs.

Normally you would think he was being a perv and trying to sneak a peek at my va- jay jay but the look on his face was nothing but seriousness.

I looked down to notice my shirt had lifted up and he could see the scar my father had given me for misbehaving one year.

The scar reached from my inter thigh all the way up to my outer thigh, so the scar was about 5 inches around.

I quickly snapped out of my daze and scurried off romans lap.

"Um how about i make some breakfast?  yea ? lets see what i should make " i say trying to change the subject before it even pops up.

But with my luck that didnt happen.

"What the hell is that Monroe? " he asks me with a bit of a mad tone.

" Oh that ? psssh thats nothing " i say like its nothing.

"Nothing?  what the hell ! have you seen how big the thing is ? a few more inches and they'd probably would have had to take your leg off !" he says in fury and pulling my shirt up to trace the scar.

"Will you stop its nothing, it was a long time ago and i don't want to talk about it " i say slapping his hands away.

"Who did it ? huh ? was it a woman? i know this chick that owes me i can get her to- " he says before i cut him off.

"Look roman it happened a long time ago,  i handled it so lets just drop the subject okay" i tell him as i walk away to the kitchen.

" No i want to know wha -" but one again he was cut off but this time it was by the door bell.

Still arguing back in forth i open the door to find a shocker of a life time.

"Mother..... " i say looking at the woman i haven't seen in years.

A /N : ohhhh i wonder whats gonna happen next ! :o hehehe hope you liked !

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