*Treys POV*

I walk her into the bathroom ready to help her, I was scared for Emily i'm not gonna lie. But Nyas temper scared me, she was just like me getting angry fast and fighting her way through anything. I was impressed on her fighting skills tho, real badass.

We get into the bathroom and i turn on the light, I notice that she has scratches all over her and blood on her knuckles, she doesn't seem to care. Like she's use to it or something, i told her to sit on the sink and she does. I get the alcohol beginning to clean her small baby wounds, she flinches but takes it easier then half of my men sometimes shit.

"I'm sorry if I ruined everything" She says. "I let my temper take over most of the time" She continues. I looked at her and said "She deserved it i'm sure but maybe not the right time, my father doesn't like drama between the family at all" I said. Staring in her eyes i feel the tension and as much as i want to kiss her or beat the fuck out of Emily for even putting her hands on her i have a job to do. "You seem like ur use to this" I said. She sighed "I fight a lot." She replied. "Wanna talk about it?" I asked.

She looked reluctant, like wondering if she could trust me. I can tell between her father leaving and her ex fucking her over that her trust issues are pretty high with men. But then she said "Idk ig i'm just angry all the time, i mean i'm a happy person and fun person but words get to me a lot. My father use to always say sticks and stones may break ur bones but words don't let it get to you. But now it gets to me more knowing he's not around. Idk i sound stupid don't mind me." She slightly smiled and looked down. I lift her chin, making her look me in my eyes and said "It's not stupid, talking helps, and punching bags." I don't tell her how much i can relate cuz i don't open up to ppl and well she's not any different.

She replied "Yh why do u think i dated an ex who fights" and laughed. I tensed up thinking about anotha man touching her and feeling on her, what is she doing to me. She then asked "Why do u do that?" I don't reply, i just continue putting on the ointment. She rolls her eyes and said "I poured my truth out for u and now it's ur turn." But i don't i just put the shit back under the sink and tried to walk out. Nobody gets me this nervous, but idk she's just different. She grabs my shirt pulling me closer to her so that we're now face to face. She says "I seen the way u look at me and everytime i bring up my ex u tense up, do u have something u would like to say?" She rubs my cheek. I like how she takes control but this isn't right. I pull away, but i come back wanting her.