I'm to big, your To old.

anger bubbling

A/N (hey just a fair warning this chapter probably could be triggering)

I lay against the cold table with a hospital gown on as I listen to the steady whispers outside the door, of the exam room, I've been in here at least 2 hours so far, I've had everything done possible, scans, blood taken, oral swab done for STDs an STIs, I just have only few cuts, bad bruising, nothing is broken so far.

I won't have the important STD STI Tests back for few days,

I am so sore now, I can feel it getting worse by the minute.

Rain took a phone call outside. I feel like I'm just in shock now. My body is sore, numb tingling feeling.

I'm shocked zac isn't here. But I guess rain was wrong. Zac isn't gonna want me now.

He doesn't want to clean up another mess, that's what I am, a complete broken mess.
Guys don't want anything that's used or damaged.

I close my eyes feeling tears run down my face, I spring upwards, yelling an screams from down the hall erupt, I instantly jump feeling scared, the door opens with a hard bang as a red face zac enters, the room, looking wild an frantic expression on his face.

He bolts towards me, grabbing me pulling me against him, I grab myself feeling exposed.

Stop!!!!!!! I scream as he basically picks me up sitting down pulling me towards him,

I cry out in pain as he holds me, feeling myself getting uncomfortable. I push myself from him,

It fucking hurts I'm serious stop, I cry feeling myself getting upset, as tears run down my face. Please stop it hurts,, I wimpier as my body shifts uncomfortable on his lap

He lets me go enough to pull away, he grabs my face almost like he's studying it.

I look down not meeting eye contact.

look at me, he grits out,

No, I'm tried, I say as I fight back trying but feeling myself failing, I peak up through my lashes,

Stealing a small glance at him, his face is sweaty, as drops of sweat run down has face, he has a vain on the side of his forehead that's pulsating, his eyes look irritated an red, his face is red in splotches, from his chest neck all the way to his head,

I don't understand how someone

So gorgeous so handsome. Even when upset, can still puts other men to shame, feeling to exposed, a tear runs down my face,

Please look at me, he whispers as he gently wipes it away,

I look up meeting his gaze, eyes have this cold look in them yet has this softness to them, that's I see in him only in certain times when he's happy or laughing, he holds me gently as he looks over me, like I'm a made of glass.

I have no words to describe the feeling, I have right at the very moment. I wish I was the one who killed that motherfucking bastard!!!! I Shouldn't have gotten comfortable with leaving you at the house. I just didn't try hard enough. I didn't do the one job, that's the most important. He whispers as he looks at me with a painful expression.

He leans over to kiss me as I turn my head letting him kiss my cheek. He groans

It's my fault, if I hadn't left that day I was here if I hadn't hurt Williams brother, it's all my fault, if I had just fault harder when Brent hurt me the first time. It's all my fault. I choke out as I cry, through blurry vision, his expression turn from sad to anger to pity. I try pushing myself off of him but he just holds me hugging me. With His tight grip.