[chapter two]
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This story is gonna be darker, and deal with serious, sometimes disturbing
issues. Just so everyone knows. Okay? Okay.
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~Faye's POV~
You know, when people say "we're having a fight", I bet they have a totally different connotation than I do.
They probably think arguments, disagreements, raised voices, even.
Probably not raised fists and bruises.
Not like I do.
I can't believe Jimmie Johnson, Jimmie fucking Johnson just caught me sobbing like a little girl by his hauler.
I'm so stupid.
If Matt found out…if Matt knew another guy had taken an interest…if Matt thought anyone suspected, he might…
Well, I don't know.
I really don't know.
Get it together, Reginor. Get it together.
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"Baby. I was worried. Where did you go?" Matt coos in my ear as he wraps me in a warm hug.
He always does this.
We fight, and he says he's sorry. We fight, and he says he's sorry.
And I know he is.
Which is why I forgive him.
Every time.
I know I make him mad.
I know I deserve it.
I know it.
Every time.
"I just went for a walk. I'm sorry you worried."
"I'm sorry we argued. Let's just forget about it, okay?"
Okay, I will.
As soon as the bruises on my back fade.
I nod and smile into his beautiful blue eyes, bathing myself in his tender smile.
"When do you have to be on pit road?" I ask softly.
"In a few minutes. You want to walk with me?" He asks, taking my hand in his and squeezing gently.
"Sure. I'd love to." I say, following his lead.
Just like I always do.