I lightly smiled "yea, I think I’m gonna be ok now."
"sorry about that" he mumbled shyly
I blushed and said "It's ok, really"
"I’m sorry I couldn't help you before your father hurt you like he did" James said as he slowly turned his head, lookingaway.
I lightly turned his head to face me with my hand. "Don't be."
James smiled lightly before he looked sad for some reason, he gently took my wrist and rolled up my sleeve revealing my bruises my father gave me, some older than the ones I got when James was there. I began to tear up, a single tear rolled down my cheek.
"How long has he been hurting you like this...?” James said, for once he sounded emotionless.
"...When my mother died...when I was 5. My dad began to drink thinking it would solve his problems, it just created new ones." I tried to hold back my tears, but they just fell.
James lightly wrapped his arms around me, trying not to hurt me. He gently rubbed my back, comforting me. He let me cry myself to sleep in his arms.
Amy
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James
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