Bretly was in a black rage. All he wanted to do was punish Thomas. To make hurt and bleed for what he had done. All the anger and hurt that Bretly was feeling flow through him and in to the pain that  he was inflecting. Both past and present fueled his darkness.  It was Thomas fault this happen. He ruined everything. Made him say those hateful, damaging words to Miranda. Making him lose her. She'll never want him back now.<br/><br/>Bretly relish the painful cries that Thomas utter. A deadly smile was on his face as he heard the sicken crunch of bone when his fist smash into Thomas nose. Was almost jubilant in the fact that Thomas wasn’t fighting back.  At some point he got off Thomas and began to kick his ex-best friend. This is what he deserves, Bretly thought. As his foot connected to Thomas ribs breaking one in the process. No, Bretly thought, I should kill him. That’s what he deserved.<br/><br/><br/>When Bretly felt someone grab his hand, he wheeled around and nearly struck Alfred. So blind was his rage. “But that’s what he deserves.” He said coldly. But somehow he knew that Alfred was right. The old butler was always right. Bretly body sag as the man he saw as father straighten out his cloths. “I don’t think that I can. I said horrible things to her. I’m a monster. I accused her of something she didn’t do.” He look at the paper that held the location of the woman he loved. Yes he loved her. Always would no matter what she did or didn’t do. “I don’t think this is fixable.”<br/><br/>“You can’t fix it if you stay here. Go to her. Remind both of you how much you love each other” Alfred placed his hands on either side the young man face.<br/><br/>“I’ll go.” Bretly sighed doubting that this was in fact fixable. But he had to try. Saying thank you to Alfred. Bretly went out the front door and climb in to the cab. He gave the man the paper with the address. Three long hours later they arrived at the cabin. He paid the cabie and walked in the cabin. Miranda forgotten to lock the door but he didn’t think about that. There was no time. There in middle of the living room was Miranda. Laying in her own waste. His heart broke as he feared the worst.<br/><br/>"Please don't be dead, please ." he whimpered.  In quick short steps in was at her side checking her for a heat beat. Sighing when he found one. Picking her up, he carried her to the bathroom. Carefully, lovely he went about cleaning her up. Once she was clean he put some comfortable pajamas on her and place her in bed. Then he went  back to the living room and cleaned up the mess that she made. Later he sat on the bed watching her. Praying that she would still love him. Wondering how he was ever going to fix them.  Fearing that he wouldn't be able to fix what he had done to them.