When we pulled up to the house, I was fully aware she was sleeping. It was the only reason I drove around the city, longer than I usually would. In my truck, we didn't have to worry about what happened outside of it. Days ago, I broke her heart. Tonight she is peacefully sleeping, curled up next to me in her seatbelt.

Only hours after the fight, I regretted shouting at her. Something told me she wasn't coming back. I truly believe that unless I saw her first, she wouldn't have. As much as I wanted her to, even after everything I said, I thought she wouldn't. I wouldn't have blamed her if she didn't.

Throughout the car ride, I noticed Bo clutching her stomach. It made me worried she ate too much. Whenever I asked her what was wrong, she waved me off. In the end, she fell asleep holding onto her abdomen. I carried her inside, hoping lying down would make it feel better.

The second I sat her down on the bed, she cuddled into my pillow without hesitation. My name left her lips as a small smile pulled across them. I watched as her face snuggled deeper into the satin material covering the pillow. Then I tucked her in, just how she liked. Not enough to make her feel trapped, but enough for her to feel comfortable.

I wanted to lie down next to her and enjoy whatever this was, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't think I deserved to lay down next to her, even if she wanted me to. Bo loved me enough to forgive me. I don't know why. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

I sat in the chair across from the bed, staring at the curly-haired girl who dreamt of a better life. In her dreams, I was probably a better person. Well, that is if she dreamed about me at all. After what happened, I was probably the last thing on her mind.

Then I wondered if it was someone else she was dreaming about. Bo never talked about leaving me or even hinted at a breakup. All of this was from my own stupid thoughts, and I was ruining us because of them. I didn't know how to put them aside. Now that I found something worth keeping, I became one of the most insecure fucking people in the world.

"Kinnick?"

I broke my train of thought to focus on her. "Are you okay?"

"My stomach is hurting," she frowned. "Can you grab the heating pad?"

"Where is it at?"

"In the dresser drawer," she clutched her stomach. "Please."

"Of course."

I stood up from the chair to find the heating pad. She curled up into the source of heat as I laid it over her stomach. Her hand was stopping me from moving, and asking me to come to lay with her. Instead of obeying her, I told her I was going to find medicine.

Her eyes fluttered shut as I left the room, but I wasn't going to not get her something for pain. In case she woke up again, I wanted another option for her. While I searched for the medication, I saw the alcohol bottles sitting in front of me. Without hesitating, I popped off the lids and started emptying them into the sink.

After I got back upstairs, I noticed the bathroom light was on in the bedroom. Her head was moving back and forth. I could see sweat beading down her forehead. Somewhere in between taking her upstairs when we got home and now, she became very pale. I walked towards her as her eyes began to flutter. My hands caught her waist as she looked at me with fear.

"I am in a lot of pain."

I stared at her with panic. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't feel right," she looked at me as tears welled in her eyes. "Will you start the bath, please?"

"Are you okay?"

Her head moved back and forth. "I don't know. I just know it hurts."

I flipped on the water, letting it steam up the bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes, allowing me to kick them to the side. I held onto her arms as she stepped inside of the bathtub. Tears were falling down her face as she slid down onto the bathtub.

"I love you."

My head snapped toward her, surprised. "I love you."

"I love you most."

"Impossible," I pointed at her. "Do you want me to sit in here?"

I bent down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She laid back onto the bath pillow, trying to relax, but I could see her muscles tensing. Instead of asking me to stay in with her, she was asking me to grab a book for her to read. While I was downstairs picking out a book, I could hear the water through the pipes. She seemed to drain and rerun water a lot. She loved her water super hot.

While the water ran, I found clothes for her to wear when she was ready to get out. I reset her heating pad, making sure it was warm. I grabbed the sweatpants I knew she loved, and the t-shirt with my last name on the back.

"Hey, I got you -"

"I started my period," she blurted. "I knew something was wrong, and I figured it out. Now, the pain makes sense. After I started taking the medication, I wasn't getting it. I was worried I was pregnant, but I am bleeding, so I don't think I am. So, you know, it is all good."

I smiled. "Do you need me to do anything for you?"

"No, I am okay, " she grabbed the book from my hands. "Thank you."

"Do you normally have a lot of pain when you start your period?"

She frowned at the boo in her hand. "Sometimes. Not all of the time. I think I'll call my doctor, and see if everything is okay."

"Good," I leaned back down, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "I'll be in the bedroom."

When I entered the bedroom, I could hear the front door opening downstairs. Who the fuck would be here at one in the morning? What is it with people showing up without calling first? I came around the corner to see John storming through the house. He came toward me, and I knew what was going to happen. His fist collided with my face. I dropped to the ground as another punch collided with my face.

Darkness clouded my eyesight. There was ringing in my ears aside from yelling in my face. I kept blinking, hoping to see something, but it never came. My back collided with the wall as he held onto my collar.

"I can't see -"

"Cry me a fucking river," he snapped. "You thought because she forgave you I wouldn't come to your house and beat your ass?"

When the color started to disappear, I could see his face clearly. "You have two seconds to step away from me."

"Or what? I will drop you on your ass, and you leave you blind against the wall," he seethed. "Pick your poison, and pick it very fucking wisely because you are testing my patience right now."

"You do understand if I am blind -"

His fist collided with my stomach. I choked out as the collision stole every ounce of air from my lungs. He grabbed onto my shoulder as he sent another hit to my abdomen. And even though I threatened him, I didn't stop it. In fact, I felt like I needed someone to beat my ass. No one hated me more than I hated myself, and I deserved every ounce of whatever John was going to give me.

"Kinnick?" Bo's voice floated down the stairs. "Is everything okay?"

I could hear her coming down the stairs. "Bo, go back upstairs."

"Why? John!"

I wanted to stop her, but I couldn't move. The pain in my ribs was excruciating, but I didn't want her to stop him. She stepped in front of me anyway, in her pink robe, stopping John from furthering his actions. I worried about what was going to happen next because I didn't want Bo to get upset with John. I also didn't want it the other way around.

"John, please," she begged. "Do you know what time it is?"

"The perfect time to beat his ass."

She chuckled. "Did you drive here?"

"Yes."

"You smell like alcohol."

"I drank before I came inside."

"Are you feeling okay? Anger and alcohol don't mix well."

He sighed. "He pissed me off for what he did to you."

"I know," she placed her hand on his shoulder. "Let's go get you some water, okay?"

"How could you forgive him?"

"How he treated me wasn't right," she said as she walked away with him. "But I didn't treat everyone the right way after what happened with Warren."

"That doesn't make it excusable."

"No," she smiled at him as she poured him a glass of water. "He has his own insecurities. I can't blame him for the way he chose to act because of it. All I can do is support him."

I wiped my blood onto my shirt as I listened to her. "He hurt you. You can't support that kind of behavior."

She looked at me from where she sat on her stool. "There are things were need to talk about, and I plan on talking about them, but I have lost everybody. I don't want to lose this."