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amelia-hurricane-shepherd:

                                ❝ Mark, I swear, it wasn’t– – – ❞          

She swallowed, barely able to look at him, even as his fingers grazed her chin. She didn’t deserve this? That’s not what he said. That’s not how she felt. It was her fault, after all, that his sale had been sour. She was supposed to be alluring, to be a side piece to the drugs. Instead, she’d made some wise ass crack the second the buyer made a pass at her. Can’t even keep your women in line? It was her fault.

                             ❝ You don’t– It’s not what you think, okay? ❞

Amelia sniffed, shifting on her heels as she watched him dig around. This was Mark she was talking to – surely he wouldn’t be as fast to judge as Derek. She could trust him, right?

                                                  ❝ He loves me. ❞

      ❝Hey, shh. Amelia I know. I know.❞          

Rage was flowing through Mark’s veins, and on the inside he was BLOWING up. But on the outside he remained CALM. Knowing the reason she was letting him care for her was for the soul fact that he n e v e r reacted like Derek would have.

❝He can’t do this to you…This isn’t right Amelia. You’ve got to see this. Whether he loves you or not. ❞

Pulling out the items, Mark returned to Amelia’s side. His hand coming up to cup the side of her cheek, brushing a few strains of hair out of her face as he dabbed one of the cuts lightly.  

❝I’m not asking for a name. I’m not asking for details. You just need to know I’m here. And you need to understand, whoever did this to you will NEVER be good enough for you.❞

❝C’mon Addie. We’re just having some fun. Derek won’t be back for anotherＴＨＲＥＥ nights.❞

amelia-hurricane-shepherd:

“Right. I, um– Thanks.” She brushed her hair from her face, wincing from the pain of the movement as she followed Mark into the bathroom. “I’d appreciate if you don’t tell him about all this. It probably just looks back because of all the blood. Once I’m cleaned up, you’ll see it’s really not that bad. I just made a really dumb mistake. Get what you deserve, right?”

                             ❝Derek won’t know a thing.❞          

As they made their way to the bathroom, Mark listened intently. His gaze swaying from in front of them to her. Stopping everything when he heard those last words leave her lips. He was quick to sit her, two of his fingers meeting the end of her chin to tilt it up. 

❝Don’t ever say that again. You did not ＤＥＳＥＲＶＥ this, you hear me?❞ 

He added firmly, pulling out the first aid kit and popping it open. Shuffling through it to find the things he needed. 

❝Now why don’t you start off by telling me who did this to you. And don’t say some coffee table.❞

amelia-hurricane-shepherd:

“The coffee table and I had a bit of a misunderstanding,”
she replied, shoving her hands in her pockets. Chewing
on her lip, Amy eyed the room before making any kind of
move. “Derek’s not– He’s not– It’s just us, right?”

“I would have told you to get the hell out of here, if Derek was in there. You already look a little down, no need to have Derek put you down even more.” Opening the door he nodded in, “C’mon,”

amelia-hurricane-shepherd:

Amy tugged at her sleeves, pulling them down over her
bloodied knuckles. “I just fell, that’s all.”

“You fell?” Not believing her for one second,                                                                                Mark’s eyes trailed down to her hands. His                                                                              brow arching as he reached out taking her                                                                               hands in his. “And what? You felt the need to- &                                                                           beat up… the ground?” Referring to her knuckles                                                                            lightly before letting go over her hands, Mark’s                                                                                soft touch met the end of her shoulder nudging                                                                              her into the house slightly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”