“Breathe’’ I grab his hands in mine and squeeze tightly as I watch him take deep breaths. He is shivering, terrified and I can't blame him because I was there when it happened. There is no way he would ever be normal again. How could she do this to him.
We are in my room, in my house. He is in my arms with tears in his eyes. He came over after and he hasn’t left in hours. I don’t know what to say to him. I know he knows that I know about what happened and I wish I could make him feel better right now but I am hurt too.
There are bruises all over me. They hurt me to but I won't say in the same way that they hurt him. Jared is scarred and it is all because we are in love. I don’t understand how someone could treat love with so much hate and resentment. This is something that should be ce
