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ALL MY FAULT LAURA

Josh stepped closer, his movements deliberate but hesitant, as if he was afraid of doing more damage. "Let me take you to the emergency room," he said, his voice soft but firm.

I shook my head, keeping the ice pressed to my face. "It's not necessary."

"It's not your call, Laura," he shot back, his tone sharpening just a little, frustration creeping in. His hand reached out, thumb and fingers gently cupping my chin. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through me, and despite the ache in my nose, my body betrayed me. I tilted my head slightly into his hand, drawn to him in a way I couldn't quite explain.

My eyes met his. His ocean-blue gaze was stormy, filled with emotions I couldn't untangle. His brows furrowed as he tilted my face, assessing the damage. I saw the muscle in his jaw tick, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Fuck it," he muttered under his breath. "I can't believe I..." His words trailed off, and I could see the storm inside him brewing, a mix of anger, guilt, and disappointment.

I wanted to say something, anything, to ease the weight I could. see on his shoulders, but the words stuck in my throat. He blamed himself-I could see it so clearly.

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"Josh, it wasn't your fault," I whispered. My voice was steady, but the tears threatened to spill.

His eyes flicked to mine, the guilt intensifying in their depths. He leaned forward, dropping his forehead to mine. The closeness. stole my breath, his exhale warm against my skin,

cracking slightly. "If I'd kept my ego in check, your face wouldn't have a bruise forming. It wouldn't be bloodied.

of his shirt

back, his hand falling away from my chin.

heavy with emotion, his gaze locked on mine. "You were scared. Of me. I saw it, and I can't unsee it. I

in his voice broke something in

started, but he cut me off, shaking his

voice firm now, though I could see the tears shining in his eyes. "Don't try to make me feel better.

flinched because adrenaline

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reflex." My voice trembled slightly, but I pushed forward. "It

horror. It was like he was

Jess, not Sam-no one. Nobody knew what really happened during those years when my mother brought men home, one after another. Nobody needed to know who took the beatings when they

keep it down so I could

that silence was safer

made it through-shattered,

for me but wasn't sure he should. "Laura," he said, his voice barely a

matter now," said quickly, trying to brush it off, but my voice wavered.

space between us. His tone wasn't