You know everything has fallen apart and bad things have happened when you just stand there unable to move or understand what just happened. But my brain finally processes and tells me exactly what I just watched.

Bain White just snapped. His masked man persona, was cracked then shattered completely.

Kathy Marino ran out of the house right after Bain stormed off. Mr. White is left picking up shards of glass from the floor and his skin. My brother is out in the back yard holding Isabella closely and rubbing her back in calming circles assuring her everything will be alright. I smile softly at the sight of my little brother placing a soft kiss on his girlfriend's forehead and as she slowly lays her head on his shoulder.

I run my fingers through my hair and walk into the living room and get on my knees helping Mr. White. He sighs and runs his fingers through his blond hair with slight grays looking so much like Bain it makes my breath hitch.

I clear my throat, "There's a first aid in the kitchen. I'll go get it." I throw away the rest of the glass and come back to Mr. White with a box of first-aid.

He sighs defeated and sits down while I make sure there isn't anymore glass and rub ointment on the wounds then wrapping it.

"I just," I look up at Mr. White's face at the sound of his voice. Tears in his eyes his jaw clenching. So much like his son. "I didn't want this." He shakes his head and I swallow the tennis ball in my throat being just what this man needs right now. For someone to listen. "I thought I was doing him better. Protecting him. Both of them. I didn't want them to have a lowlife father. To have to," he lets a few tears escape and he angrily wipes them away.

He stands and takes a few deep breathes, "To have to live with someone that could never be what they needed. I loved her. I loved her so much." He says more tears escaping and I gasp inwardly realizing he was talking about Bain's mother. "I made a mistake. I was such an idiot and now fixing it," He shakes his head, "Is never going to work."

I stay where I am on the floor sitting on my knees. Staying quiet and letting Mr. Whites words and regrets hang in the air between us. This man, I'm not sure what to think of him. He's a cheater and a coward, but he's also an imperfect human and a regretful father with pain in his heart for the things he's done.

For what he left behind.

He finally looks at me. "Who are you?"

I stand on my feet and lick my lips. Yeah... who am I?

"I'm Ash."

"Ash," He repeats and I nod. "What are you doing here?"

"For your son. For your daughter." This is true. I'm here for Bain and for Isabella. To be whatever Bain needs me to be. To be Isabella's big sister, best friend, and more.

Mr. White stares at me for a little bit and it's hard to keep still under his intense gaze.

"Take care of them." And with that, he turns and walks straight out of the door for the second time.

A weight settled down from my shoulders from his words. Take care of them..... How do I do that? Especially with Bain?

A loud crash coming from Bain's room pulled me out of my thoughts. "Bain?!" I scream and run to his room.

The sight before me makes my heart hurt.

He's thrown them. All of them. All the pictures of the little blonde boy smiling making memories with his mom and dad.

I watch as he grabs the last of the pictures and throws them against the wall watching as they shatter to pieces against the wall.

"Bain!" I scream and he just keeps throwing them.

He's yelling screaming saying it was all a lie. Asking why did they leave him?

"What are you trying to teach me?" He screams at the ceiling. I didn't understand until it hit me.

He's talking to his mom.

"Huh? What is this supposed to mean?" He throws the last picture and it shatters against the wall.

"You want me to forgive him? You want me to give up fighting for us? For you Mom for you I do this, I am who I am for you!" He screams at the top of his lungs and takes a deep breath.

"Fine! I'm done fighting. Mercy," He tears up his face red from screaming and his hands scratched and bleeding from all the glass. "Give me mercy." He pleads his voice so vulnerable and soft I can't believe it's him.

"Bain," I say and walk closer to him in the room slowly not sure how to deal with this Bain.. this broken, vulnerable, defeated Bain.

Then out of nowhere he turns to me his eyes a bright and watery green then falls to his knees in front of me leaning his head against my stomach holding on to me.

I wrap my arms around him my hand laced into his silk blonde locks. My turn for my eyes to water and let out tears for this boy with a past of pain. And with a present of defeat as he held on to me whispering for,

"Mercy."