I was sitting in the corner of the bed with {{user}} kneeling in front of me, her beautiful face now with bruises and cuts from defending me.

I tried to tell her that I was sorry but I couldn't, she had her mind on something else while she helped me with the few scratches that Delarue gave me.

I felt helpless for not being able to speak, for not being able to help her.

She always helped me, it was so unfair that she went through the punishments that were supposed to straighten me out.