I let my finger hover over the contact name. I knew I had to talk to him at some point. I just had to rip the bandage off and do it.

"Hello?" I could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

"Hey how's the hangover?" I asked

"I've had worse."

"Of course you have." I muttered.

He either didn't hear my remark or he chose not to say anything to it. I was kinda happy he didn't acknowledge it. I didn't want to fight with him but I knew that this wouldn't just go smoothly.

"Can we meet up and talk?" I questioned.

"Yeah you want to come over? My parents left for the weekend to visit Dario and Rolland in New York." He offered.

I thought about the girl passed out in my bed and hesitated.

"Can we do lunch? I still have Caitlynn upstairs."

"Yeah I'll cook something up."

"Trevor you don't have to do that."

"But I want to."

I sighed. He was making it hard to stay mad at him. I wanted to forget the events of last night but the scene was repeating over and over in my head.

"I'll see you in a couple hours."

"See you then." I hung up.

I sat at my kitchen table and just let my mind go. I didn't want to be that girlfriend that told her boyfriend to not get into fights and control his temper but I couldn't just sit back and watch him snap like that.

"Why did you let me drink that much." Cait groaned when she joined me downstairs.

"Eat," I pushed the plate of food towards her.

"I need an Advil." She shook her head.

"Right here." I paused her the bottle.

"You're an angel." She smiled and down the pills.

I smiled back at her. I tried to tell myself that last night was ok. That Trevor did this for a good reason but I couldn't ignore the fact that he always seemed to go too far. He didn't have any sense of control when he got mad.

"Why do you look like someone told you your cat died?" My best friend asked.

"I don't have a cat."

"Don't avoid the question." She shook her head.

"I just don't know what to do. I hate seeing Trevor snap like that. I don't want to fight with him but I don't know how I am supposed to react to this."

"How you react to it is your business but I think you shouldn't get mad at him. He was just stepping in to protect me. That's what he does but if you have feelings about that I don't think you should suppress them."

"Caitlynn I am more than thankful for what he did for you but I just feel like he always goes too far. He could have pushed Tyler off of you but he didn't need to beat his face until it was bloody."

"If that's how you feel then that's how you feel." She shrugged.

"If you have something to say just say it." I could tell she was holding something back.

It was like she wanted to put her own two cents in but was scared at how I was going to react.

"I just don't agree with you." She said honestly.

"Cait you didn't see-,"

"No Ella you didn't see what Trevor did. You had your back to me and Tyler had snuck up behind me and wouldn't let me go. He's an ass and I tried to push him off but he wouldn't listen. Trevor didn't jump in until I looked up to him and he knew that I was asking for help. He tried to control himself because I think he knew if he got his hands on Tyler he wouldn't be able to stop himself."

I nodded. I wanted to listen to her but I knew I wouldn't be able to let this go if I didn't talk to Trevor about it. I didn't want to have to be scared that Trevor would snap whenever we were anywhere. He needed to learn to be able to control his temper.

"Can you drop me off at home? I told my mom I'd be home by noon." I looked at the clock to see it was 11:30.

"Yeah." I agreed.

When I dropped her outside her house I turned to her.

"Are we good?" I asked.

"You're my best friend and that's not going to change." She smiled.

It was good to know she was still sticking with me. I couldn't deal with fighting with her again. I didn't want to lose her as my friend anytime soon.

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"Hey."

I smiled at the boy in front of me.

"Hey." I greeted.

"I made pasta, I am not the most amazing chef but how hard can pasta truly be?"

"That's not making me want to eat your food." I joked.

"Don't worry I'll try it first to make sure it doesn't kill you." He chuckled.

"Trevor," I said wanting to get this talk over with.

"You want to do this now?" He questioned.

I knew that he knew what I wanted to talk about.

"Can we talk about last night?"

"We can talk about whatever you want." He shrugged.

I sighed trying to put the words together. How do you tell a person you don't want them to start fights?

"Trevor I don't want to watch you lose your temper like that again."

"What did you want me to do? Sit back and watch Tyler try to take advantage of your friend? Was I just supposed to do nothing?"

He was already getting defensive. This was not the way I wanted to do this.

"Of course not but you didn't have to beat him up that badly." I argued.

"Ella I don't know what you want from me. I can't change who I am. I will never apologize for fighting for the people I care about."

"Fighting for the people you care about and beating a guy to the point where his face is all bloody don't need to go hand in hand."

"This is who I am I can't just change that." He closed himself off.

"I don't want you to fight, I don't like seeing you like that." I told him. "It isn't you, ok? You are still Trevor if you don't let your temper get the best of you."

"You can't fix me." He shook his head not wanting to hear what I am saying.

"I don't want to fix you, I like you just the way you are. All I am asking is that you stop picking fights." I argued.

When he looked at me it was obvious he was sick of this argument already. He looked tired and drained.

"I can't change the fact I fight for what I care about."

"You don't have to actually fight to do that though." I tired to explain to him again.

I cared about Trevor, I did, but I couldn't just sit back and not try to help him. I didn't want to see him when he got that angry.

"You knew who I was when we got together. I thought you liked me for me, not just the good parts. You can't just pick and choose what parts you like and want parts you don't."

That wasn't what I was doing. I liked him but him fighting all the time isn't something I can just sit back and be ok with.

"I do like you for you." I tried to convince him.

Trevor was spinning my words, I hadn't meant for things to go like this.

"Is this what you do? Find someone you can try to fix? You can't just change me to be your perfect boyfriend. I should be enough for you. You either have to take it all or you can leave."

The words felt like a knife to the heart. I tried to blink away the tears but it was hopeless, I just let them fall.

What was I supposed to do? I felt like my head was spinning. I took a step back and just shook my head.

I needed to leave and that was exactly what I did. I spun around and fled his apartment. I couldn't be here for this anymore.