CARMEN SUTTON
“i didn’t ask you to stop. i just..” she shakes her head. the words she’s wanting to say will make her appear weak and she refused to come across as such. a lump forms in her throat and she swallows, shaking the thought away. they’ve had similar conversations many times and they always end the same. she hates arguing with him. she chews her lower lip, unsure of what else to say for a moment. “sure, it’s an accident but what happens when it isnt and it’s more than just a broken hand?” she’s used to losing people so the worst is always her first thought. she runs her fingers through her hair before crossing her arms over her chest; it’s her way of putting her walls up and shutting people out. she’s so used to doing it with other people that she almost stops herself, for a split second. “yeah, ok.”
a pause in her words causes him to sigh. “ i .... it sounded like you were, car. ” he feels like this conversation happens more now, maybe once a month. usually after he comes home with broken bones. he knows she’s worried, that she’s not trying to upset him, but defense mechanisms always set in. “ what happens then is no big deal, ” he shrugs. “ i’m good at fighting. i’m not going to get hurt any worse than i already have been. ” he shakes his head. she crosses her arms in front of her chest, and he can see the wall going up. With his uninjured hand he reaches up to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek gently. “ car .... don’t shut me out. i’m sorry. i know you want to go to a fight, but i just ... i’d rather you not go. ”












