Seeing him rub his back she frowned. â€œXander? Whatâ€™s wrong with your back?â€ walking around behind the couch she lifted his shirt and instantly dropped it with a gasp. â€œOh my god! Who did this to you?!â€ She was blushing and ashamed that she had invaded his bubble.  Her heart was racing as she still held the ice pack to her head with one hand as her other was clamped over her mouth. She didnâ€™t like seeing these angry gashes on such a happy person. They didnâ€™t belong, they didnâ€™t belong at allâ€¦ Tears sprang to her eyes as she flashed back to the angry yells the other day, and soon the tears were falling. â€œI did this to youâ€¦â€ Of course she did, everything was her fault, thatâ€™s what her Grandma had saidâ€¦Her grandma said that she was a no good, and that she shouldnâ€™t have been born, nor understand why mom was with dad in the beginning. â€œXanderâ€¦Iâ€™m so sorryâ€¦â€ tears streaked her vision as she went back around the couch. Another wave of realization his her, remembering when she had patted his back, this just making her feel much worse as she looked down at her shoes crying. â€œIâ€™m a horrible friend! God! How does any one live with me!?â€