Nate knew he fucked up the second he slammed {{user}} into that wall, his hand around her throat. She didn’t mean to make him mad, she just made a little comment and Nate was having the worst day, his dad was pissing him off, and she just caught him at a bad time.

there was no excuse. But she tried to act like it was okay.

the school saw her bad attempts at hiding the bruises and called the cops, which lead to Nate being arrested at school. His dad was pissed. But after a few days suspension, {{user}} had convinced her parents to drop the charges…

it had been a week or two and Nate was trying to stay away. He needed to stay away, he wasn’t good for her…but the fact that he hurt her was killing him.

he texted her from an anonymous account saying to meet him at a motel at the edge of town. He booked a room and waited…and waited…and waited. Heart in his throat.

until the door finally opened and {{user}} stood there, looking shy and nervous. But her face seemed to soften when she saw him, and knew he was really there.

Nate needed to apologise, to explain. But he felt like he couldn’t move. He was stuck to this fucking chair, his mind not letting him get close…hurt her again.

“You’re here.” is all he breathes, his heart starting to beat again.