"I fucked up on something." He mutterd to himself.Caden gave her space for a while.He walked out to the balcony,the wind blew,and the sun beamed. "How long are you going to stare at the city?" He asks,walking to the rail.

"I don't know." She said, feeling the fray on her shorts touch her legs

"Valid answer." Wind blew softly. "Did I fuck up on something?" He asks.

Rose sighed. "A little. You refused to tell me anything, leaving me scared and wondering, wishing I knew what was wrong so I could fix it. I know I can't, but i'm still pissed you didn't tell me. Then, I realized after you yelled that you're a high school senior jacked football captain who is 10 times my size and terrifying when upset. You don't think there's something wrong there?" She asked calmly looking at the city and feeling the warmth of the sun on her face

"Rose I barely managed to even tell you about last season without darting out the door and just taking off.I fucking hate talking about that.And yeah im 10x your size and yeah I can be scary when I get mad but,don't we all have problems?Wheather its trama you dont want to talk about because the guilt makes you question why your not dead everyday,or teamates who only abuse you skills and dont even acknowledge you at all.

The entire reason why I get like that,

"I know." She says. "But I was terrified, Caden. I didn't understand why you left after the hundereds of times you told me you loved me and that we had a bright future together. I thought you suddenly didn't want me, so I packed up and left like you had said." She explained, looking over at him. "Just remember that next time you have something on your mind. You forget, I had to watch my mother go through the stages of grief after my father died. My brother began hitting me or my mother when he got angry, that also plays into my fear of your anger, and I needed to create distance. So I aced school, made the top tier of volleyball I could, trying to make my mother see through the screen of everyone hates me."

"Sounds alot like what I went through." He swalloed grief that was trying to escape. "It was my father and mother who shot the team.Imagine your parents hating you so much that they shoot almost your entire team who you spend every second of free time with,and you in hopes of A.) making you act like they did nothing, and B.) Kill you.Just flat out,kill you.Punches were nothing at my house.Kicking yelling screamin slapping drowing,weak at the house I grew up in.The reason why Im jacked?I work out.Why do I work out?Because all my anger bottles up and I can finally release it without screaming or hitting or worse." He sighed,knowing his entire case of trauma was exposed.He put his head down and ushered Murphy back inside.

"Yeah, well, guess we're one traumatized pair." She said, looking at the city again. "I'm just so fed up with all the bitches I know and how everything I touch seems to......change." She turned and walked to his bed and sat down. "I can't really put into words how much I usually keep inside, making me look so innocent and weak. An easy catch for most of the baseball players who tried to hit on me. When I got into that little tussle after the state game, I almost considered flat out laying her out right then and there, exploding with all my pent-up hate and anger. I know you can probably relate." She said, playing with the fray on her shorts

"Yeah,guess we are." He replied.He listenede to her filled up rage and hatred and nodded his head. "I can relate.You have no idea." He said,walking out. "Wait a minute." He stopped and turned. "Did they hit on you while we've been dating or before we started dating?" He asks,skeptical.

"Both, really. Don't worry, i'm loyal." She said, looking at him before standing and walking back out to the balcony. She looked out again, thinking about the team