When Jimmy removed his hoodie the sight of his body caused her to pause for a moment. He was just as battered and broken as she was. If she lifted her shirt he would have been able to see long welps across her back and two circle burns from cigarettes on her stomach when Johnny decided his ash tray wasn't sufficient enough to put them out on her. There were other bruises and scrapes as well from him shoving her around occasionally some old and some new.<br/><br/>Tears never stopped trailing down her cheeks and when he kissed her they only seemed to get worse. Laying against him she held onto him as if he would slip away at any moment. She gently kissed the scars and broken pieces of his torso as if her small affections would heal his body. Each of them were broken and beaten by the cruelty of others, but together they would make each other whole again.<br/><br/>In her jacket pocket her cellphone rang a couple of times, left completely ignored, and finally gave a small beep saying a voicemail was left by the caller. Sarah was so preoccupied though that she didn't even notice.