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( ↬ bc ur stuck with me :///  ) ━━━ ( @inzaynity )

Becky’s no stranger to emotions changing in a blink of an eye. She’s gone from a grin on her lips to a scowl in seconds. But this? This causes her throat to close up and panic swarm in her veins, the smile of pride on her lips wiped in only a second. She can’t help the step she takes forward, an arm around her waist stopping her in her tracks and all she can do is helplessly watch as Baron does his damage. Of course she knows the camera’s are rolling, of course she knows she can’t step in, of course she knows she stands no chance against Baron. But in that moment she wants to take her chances, wants to kick and scream, wants to do something. As soon as Baron leaves and the camera’s are off she rushes forward, pushing the backstage man off her and falling to her knees beside Sami.  ❝ Hey, Sami. ❞ Her voice shakes, as does her hand as she places it on his arm. ❝ Gonna be ok, okay? ❞

             ^{THE  VOICE  STARTLES  HIM ,      and  it  shows  in  his  body from  a  jolt.  and  he  looks  to  where the  voice  came  from ,  eyes  HEAVY  with  exhaustion.  it  was  becky ,  kneeling  right  beside him ,  and  he  felt  guilt  wash  up  and  form  a  heat  in  his  stomach.  he  wants  to   shrink away   at  the  touch  of  her  hands  —-  because  she  is  too  gentle  with  him  when  he  is  made  of  sharp edges  and  shards  put  haphazardly  together  in  the  shape  of  a  human.   her  words  make  him flinch  because  it’s  his fault   //   had  he  been  properly  prepared  he  wouldn’t  have  ended  up  this  way yet  here  he  was  …  a  mess  due  to  his  own  actions.   he  was  tired.  sami  feels himself  move  before  the  thoughts  catch  up  when  his  hand  catches  her  wrist  and  he  tugs softly  pulling  her  hand  from  his  arm.  sometimes  he  didn’t  want  to  heal  —  sometimes  the  pain  served  to  teach  him  a  lesson.          ❝       no,  no  it’s  not. it’ s not  gonna  be  okay.  it never  will  be  okay.        ❞         by  the  end  of  the  sentence  his  teeth  are  clenched  from   frustration   though  his  grip  had  not  tightened  on  her  wrist.          ❝     i  feel  like  no  matter  what  i do ,  i’m  always  gonna  be  on  someone’s  hit  list.  i’m  always  gonna  have  this  huge  target  on  my  back.           ❞          a  huff  accompanied  with  a  small  shake  of  his head         this  couldn’t  be  happening.  he’s  in  deep  trouble  again.         ❝       i’m  tired  of  having  to  look  over  my  shoulder  everywhere  i  go.      ❞}