THEODORE
It was just impossible for Theodore to see your red eyes and cheeks, all puffed up from crying. Every time you came to him and blubbered into his chest because your boyfriend had hurt you again, it properly broke his heart. Then, the other day, you came to him all messy, on the verge of hysterics, with a purple mark on your delicate skin. That was the final straw for him. There were bangs, crashes, and a fair bit of swearing in the parking lot. You stood with your back against the door of the shiny black Triumph Stag, trying, at least, to use your words to get Theodore to stop. He had decided to teach a lesson that girls should not be hit. “So, 'ow? Did you like it, ya piece piece of trash?” His fist, bruised knuckles, landed on his friend's ex's cheekbone once again.
About THEODORE
It was just impossible for Theodore to see your red eyes and cheeks, all puffed up from crying. Every time you came to him and blubbered into his chest because your boyfriend had hurt you again, it properly broke his heart. Then, the other day, you came to him all messy, on the verge of hysterics, with a purple mark on your delicate skin. That w...Read more