I never thought that I'd hit breaking point.

Punch, punch.

Especially not by my asshole father.

Punch, punch.

He'd destroyed my family. My childhood.

Punch, punch, punch.

And now he destroyed my chance with the only other person that actually gave a shit about me.

No.... you did that all on your own.

Suddenly all I could see was red and I started punching and kicking the bag as hard as I can even after the skin on my knuckles broke open the blood smearing on the bag.

"Bain?"

I keep violently abusing the bag until I'm sure either the chain or my hands will break.

"Bain, snap out of it man!" I ignore the calling and focus on hitting the bag over and over as if I was beating my father for all that he had done to my family.

Then beating myself for letting this anger go so far I destroy everything good in my life.

"Bain!," someone grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back to get me out of my trance, but instinctively I swing and punch the person right across the jaw.

"Shit!" Wyatt lays on the ground holding his jaw groaning in pain.

"Dammit Wyatt what the hell are you doing?!" I sigh and take off my bloodied bandages.

"You looked like you were about to kill that damn bag." He spits out some blood on the gravel and wipes his mouth. "I was trying to snap you out of it. What the hell happened to you?"

I grab my bottle of water and chug wishing it was something much stronger like Vodka. Looking in the mirror I see my cuts and bruises all over my body from brutally working out my anger.

I was so mad I had to hit something so I came to the boxing gym and spared with a few men, and just to make it fun I chose the ones bigger and stronger than I am. Took some beatings, but It had felt good, and anyways they all went down for the count in the end.

"Don't worry about me. I don't need to be worried about."

Wyatt shakes his head. "C'mon man I'm really worried about you. It's been a long time since you've been this deep into it, Bain."

"Into what Wyatt? What do you know about me, huh? You and Harry never gave a shit about me. What high school friends? When have you actually cared about what happens to me?"

"Always! Always man we've always had your back!"

"For what?" I scoff and shake my head. "For fucking popularity?"

"Because we care man! Because we see the shit you go through everyday. Your shitty father, taking care of your sister, this thing with this girl, Ash, you love her and you have no idea how to deal with it."

I slam Wyatt against the wall. "You shut the hell up! You don't know anything about Ash or the way I feel about her."

"But I do Bain. Anyone with eyes can see from a mile away the way you feel about her." He stares me in the eyes and pushes against my chest pushing me backwards off of him.

"You're my friend rather you like it or not and I do fucking care. Whatever shit happened that you don't want to tell me fine don't tell me, but what I will tell you is this. Don't go running away from your problems the way you always do by drinking yourself shitless or punching the shit out of someone."

"Fuck you,Wyatt." I glare at him then turn and grab my things and he yells after me.

"Violence is sometimes the answer Bain, but not this time! Go after her and fix your shit because this is your last chance to finally stop running and actually doing something for yourself for once!"

"Fuck you!" I yell my voice echoing and slam the door behind me.

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Fixing up the last of the living room I sit down on the couch taking a breathe. Needing time to think while also not wanting to think I cleaned the massive mess in the house. I rub the bandage on the palm of my hand soothing the sting from when I was cleaning up shards of glass from the floor.

I figured Isabella wouldn't want to be here when her brother got home so I sent Sam and her to play video games at Luke's house. I sigh rubbing my temples. I cant believe how much has changed just in the time span of a couple weeks. My life is completely different and the hard part is I haven't really decided if thats a good or bad thing yet.

I'm broken out of my thoughts by Bain storming into the house and slamming the door behind him. My heart almost stopping at the horrific view of his body covered in cuts and bruises blood partially staining his five-o-clock shadow.

"Oh my god."

He looks towards to me and drops his things on the floor. I gulp and stand straighter hoping to look more confident, but seeing him this way eats away at all of my bravado and leaves me tender wanting nothing more than to care for his every need taking away all the pain.

"What are you doing here?" He says his voice deep and low. So cold I feel the chill all the way to my bones.

I lick my lips. "I never left."

He stares at me for what feels like years, but then looks away looking around the room.

"You cleaned?"

I nodded looking at his battered body while his focus is else where.

"What.... what happened to you?"

His jaw tightens. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I bite my lip keeping my self silent not sure what to say next.

He nods towards my hand. "What happened to you?"

"I don't know what your talking about." Bain shakes his head and walks closer.

"You're a terrible liar. Cut yourself cleaning glass didn't you?" I look away.

"Come here." He says out of nowhere and walks to the kitchen.

"Why?" I said and his haw tightens and with clenched teeth he repeats, "I said, come here."

I decide not to push it and follow him to the kitchen. He sighs and pulls out a stool then walks to the cabinet looking for something.

"Sit." He demanded. I do as told. "I've already bandaged it, I'm fine."

He doesn't answer and I stay quite. He walks back towards me and watch as his cracked, cut, bloody and bruised hands undo the small bandage on my palm and instead gently rub a healing ointment on the cut and then wrap it in gauze. I stare at his face the whole time. My eyes watery seeing it. Seeing him. The Bain that has a soft side for his mothers swing and his baby sister. The Bain that would go far and wide to protect the ones he loved. The gentle man with a big heart.

The bad boy with a hero side.

"Bain." I whisper and he looks up from finishing my hand and into my eyes. His deep green eyes that sometimes turn so clear with the beautiful golden specks.

He just stares at me. Looking at my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, as if he was determined to remember my features.

"It's okay." I whisper.

He shakes his head. "Its not. It shouldn't be."

"But it is," I reach out with my good hand and put it on his cheek. He closes his eyes and turns into my palm. "You've been through so much.... and I understand.... but I need you to know that you don't have to hide your pain or sadness like this." I said running my hand gently over the cuts and bruises on his bare chest. "I'm here now." I shake my head. "And I'm not going anywhere."

He stares at me his green eyes opening up to me seeing that I'm here, that I'm real.

Then he kissed me.

He wrapped his arms around me stepping closer his hand sliding up my back gently pushing my body against his and sigh with pleasure feeling his warmth.

He cups the back of my neck keeping me there my lips attached to his hungrily making up for lost time. His other hand slides his hand around my waist and his lips move to my jaw. "Wrap your legs around me, Kitten."

I do as I'm told more than happy to oblige. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips back to mine. He sits on the couch with me on his lap and somehow it still wasn't close enough.

He kisses down my neck and close my else getting lost in the pure bliss that is Bain white kissing my neck and his hands roaming my body.

"Ashley," he whispers against my neck and bites gently then soothes the sting with his tongue then sucking on it gently.

"Y-yes?" I breathed and his hands roam down the arch of my back down to my butt and he squeezes.

He bites my lip, then, "I love you."

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