“Because I’m your boyfriend, right?” Brad asked softly, pecking her cheek. “And that’s my job.”
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She sighed scooting closer to him
“Am I right? Or am I wrong?” He asked softly, kissing her face a few times softly.
"you shouldn't have to protect me" she said
“Yes I should, I want to protect you.” Brad whispered, giving her a soft smile.
"I know you want to but you're not always going to be able to it was between me and your gang" she said
“Babe, I want you to not put so much on pressure on yourself.” He told her softly, kissing along her face once more. “I can handle myself. And take care of you.”
"could you handle yourself last night" she asked
“I did, until she got to me.” Brad whispered, stroking her hair.
"exactly " she said
“But that wasn’t your fault.” Brad pointed out, rubbing his thumb over his cheek.
"she's going to keep going after you and I'm not going to be able to stop her every time"she said a tear rolling down her cheek
Letting out a soft sigh, he pulled back from her to sit on the edge of his cot. "I'll just have to be more careful. I wasn't expecting it, so she got the jump on me. Now I know she's coming." He hummed, clicking his tongue.
( you know they were sleeping on cotts)
(I thought only she was, but I'll modify it.)
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" You underestimate her " she said
"I don't, you really think I don't know what she's capable of?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm that dumb? I just got partial impact of what she can do tonight. I know what she can do."
She looked at him." Dumb!?" She asked " I never said that"
"It was implied." Shrugging, it didn't seem to bother him in the current moment. "I can go off of a dozen other words if it would be you feel better. I've got a few engraved into my back."
She quickly sat up wincing slightly at the pain " we've done all we can to.fix you you can go" she said
"Babe," He sighed, running a hand down his face. "I really am grateful for what you've done. I shouldn't be complaining. It just hurts. It all, really, really hurts." He whispered, sucking in a deep breath. "Besides, I've got no way home except for walking. I don't think 3 am is the best time to leave while injured."
She closed her eyes " I got there as fast as I could Brad" she said
"And I'm not complaining, I know you did. Can I not just say I'm in pain?" Brad asked her weakly, digging his short finger nails into his hand. "I don't mean it being your fault, if anything it's my own."
" yeah Brad how do you think that feels knowing I couldn't protect you I've gotten shot for you got beaten up for you do you hear me say I'm in pain" she said
"I'm sorry alright?" He snapped, tears forming in his eyes. "I'm sorry I'm not Mr. Perfect-Boyfriend, who can take on everything. I'm sorry I can't just shut up, and suffer in silence. I'm not perfect, not like you."
" that's what you think that I'm perfect" she laughed coldly " im in a gang I have panic attacks about you my father fucking abuses me and you think I'm perfect!" She snapped
"You are to me. But clearly you don't think the same. That's fine, it's not like I care or anything. You certainly don't." He snapped back, forcing himself up off of the cot. "I think I will head home. I'll just call a cab." Muttering, he strode out of the room, tears running down his face.
" fuck this " she grabbed her gun and rushed out of the room her gun visible
Brad was devastated, with himself mostly. "I'm an idiot. I keep hurting her." He cried under his breath, beating the side of his fist against his forehead. Every time he did, he winced as he banged on the bruise in between his brows.
She walked past him wiping her cheeks