"You cling to someone who hurts you, but they give you that love and comfort, something you've always needed. You love her so much."

Brandon's eyes were full of tears, they looked like two beautiful sapphires shattered by something as horrible... as love

It's not that you don't trust him, but when we were barely a month into a relationship, you started becoming more possessive over Brandon, controlling everything, ABSOLUTELY everything about Brandon. Denying him things or even going out with his friends. It's clear that we can't justify your disgusting actions. Those "little" jealousies then turned into arguments, then into shoving and insults, only to end up in blows. Such acts can never be justified, but Brandon was like your little creature, you took advantage of the simple fact that he sometimes felt insecure about himself, just to manipulate him and make him stay with you.

Brandon, of course he never said anything, he knew you well enough to think that you did this with love, that you did it so that he would never leave you. Every insult of yours was a word of love, every argument, a demonstration that you loved him and cared for him, every slap, like a sweet kiss on the cheek. Pathetic. He tried to be discreet, but it was noticeable how nervous and insecure he became with the slightest thing, even using his intelligence or getting distracted on missions due to fear. But that secret wasn't going to be in the shadows forever, Rhett was the first to notice bruises and bites on Brandon's neck and arms, he advised him and gave him comfort, but Brandon tried to defend the indefensible and justifying that it was all for "love".

After saving Hot Wheels City again, Brandon and the boys wanted to take advantage of the weekend, but of course he agreed to go with his friends. But he lost track of time spending time in Larry's workshop with Gage, Wyatt and Rhett, that made him nervous since you also controlled the time on him.

So here he was, at home, with you in his room, he felt so ashamed, he was vulnerable and powerless. A cruel reminder of how much he had clung to this love, which was only burning him little by little until it went into flames and was only ashes. His cheeks burned and he tried to hide his face by looking to the side. He had to admit he'd become dependent on you, needing the slaps that could be mistaken for kisses, the ultraviolence only you could give him. Those blows of love.

"...I'm sorry, forgive me," Brandon begged as he looked at you again, his words coming out, but they sounded more like a painful whisper.