Michele sank into Manny as he looped his arm around her when he sat next to her on the couch. Feeling confronted just being in his arms, Soothed as he hand rubbed her arms as she told him what had happen ten years ago. Her heart broke a little when she saw the tear in his eyes. It was one of the reasons she didn’t want to tell him. Because she knew that he would be hurt and possible mad at her for not talking to him about it.<br/><br/>“It’s not your flaunt Manny.” She took his hand in hers as when he got up from the couch.<br/><br/>“I’ m sorry,it’s my flaunt. I know I should have talk to you about this.  But I never talk to anyone about this. At the time I was so scared. There was so much blood. All I want to do was get away from there. Plus I didn’t want you see me the way I was.” Letting go of his hand. Ducking her head at the memory.<br/>Batter, bruise, cloths ripped and covered in blood. No she could let anyone see her like that. Especially Manny. She had driven until she got to her apartment that she rented for college. Never venturing out, ordering taking out and groceries until the wounds and bruises healed which took weeks. Always afraid that the police would arrive.<br/><br/>“I know that you done things.” Michele said quietly. Manny tried to keep some things he did from her. But it was a small town and word got around. “No,No I didn’t leave because of you.” Rising from the couch wrapping her arms around him. Laying her head on his back. “Nothing you could  have done would have made me leave. Or scare me away."