I stare at the carpet below me, "Nothing." I mumble quietly. He kneels in front of me, placing one finger under my chin raising it so I'm looking him in the eyes, I practically melt.
I look down again, as tears begin to form in my eyes, clogging my vision. He lifts my head again, his eyes are beginning to brim with tears, "I hate seeing you like this."
"It's something. Why would you let him do this to you?"
I sigh, "I can't do anything."
"You can, I'll help you."
"You can't do anything to help, it's too late. I can't do anything."
"I'm too scared." My voice breaks.
"Just leave him."
"I can't...He'd find me...He'd kill me."
"Like I'd ever let that happen."
"How would you stop it? You'll be on tour again in a few days... you'll be gone for months on end and how the hell would you protect me from half way across the world?"
"Hire a security guard?" He asks laughing.
"It's not freakin' funny! You're meant to be my friend! I'm scared out of my wits and all you're doing is telling me it'll be OK and making jokes!"
"I am your friend. And I'm trying to help."
"Well act like it then!" I scream at him before running up to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I swear this place is my only solace. I hear him coming up the stairs after me.
"Open the door!" He says trying to shove the handle down to open the door.
"Not until you open the door and talk to me! I'm trying to help you!"
"What by joking about everything?"
"Sometimes it helps to laugh."
"Well this isn't something I want to laugh about."
"Well I don't know what to say do I?!" He's starting to sound upset, I open the door. "I just want to help you."
"I know. But how. I feel like this is a useless situation. There is no point."
"Don't say that."
"Well it's true."
"No, It's not. Your amazing, why can't you see that? I'll get you out of this."
"You can't! Nobody can help me. I'm broken! Don't you see that?! I want to scream out all the time but I can't. I'm too afraid to fall asleep beside him because I'm scared he'll kill me! I don't want to be afraid any more. I'm tired of being scared! I want to be with you all the time, I don't feel afraid when I'm with you. I love you for Christ sake!" I slap my hand to my mouth, shocked by what I said. He just stares at me.
"You love me?" I begin to cry again, "Don't cry! You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words."
"What are you talking about?"
"I love you too" He says the words slowly, I take them in quickly, my heart beats faster, he leans in and we share a single kiss, slow and passionate, and everything I dreamed of could finally happen.