"How are you feeling?" Bellamy asked me.
"I'll be okay. I'm sorry for making you worry." I mumbled.
"Don't apologize, it isn't your fault. I was thinking that maybe you would like to go for a run with me? Going on a run always helps me, so I thought it might help you." he looked at me hopefully.
All I could manage was a nod. Memories of the previous day flooded my mind. Bellamy and I had been doing great but all of a sudden, out of no where, I had a flashback to the sexual abuse that Brendon loved to do and that led to the memories of physical and mental abuse from Brandon. Looking back, I couldn't believe that I had thought I loved them in any manner of the word. Bellamy had run out and got the pack doctor to come to the pack house and check on me. He had told Bellamy that physically I was fine but that it seemed like I was psychologically broken. No one but Bellamy knew about my past, but the doctor could easily tell that my mind was shattered.
