Strong

BENTLEY'S POV

I turned around to find him standing there, staring at me with so much love.

"You okay now?" I asked him and he nodded.

I let out a shaky sigh, then hugged him tightly. It felt good to hold him like this, I realized myself and withdrew from the hug and cleared my throat nervously.

This was the part of my life I hated most - when people showed affection to me. When somebody said they loved me. And I would just stand there like an idiot because I didn't believe them. Because I could never trust someone else after what they had done to me.

"You should rest," I told him. "I'm going to call my parents now and explain things to them "

"Would they understand?" He asked, he knew the kind of parents I had.

They never understood anything.

"Yeah," I replied, trying to sound convincing as I looked away and tried to hide the tears that welled up inside me. I was not supposed to cry when anybody else was concerned, but this time I was not holding back.

This wasn't normal, this was