Don't protect me, I'm strong enough.

~Darlings POV~
"Show me your wrists." Andy whispered, already knowing what he would find. I showed him my arm. There, puckered pink scars from a razor blade's toothy bite, all up my arm.
"Why?" he said in a perturbed, sad, wish-i-could-help voice.
"It was all my fault... If I hadn't told him the truth of my life, he wouldn't have had any reason." I said now breaking down into body- heaving sobs, " If I hadn't told him about my dad, he wouldn't have felt as if my pain was his fault so-" i couldn't help myself i started crying like I did at the funeral. " It was all my fault."
" nO, no you can't blame yourself for something like that," Andy said pulling me into his lap, letting me cry on his shoulder, "what is wrong with your dad?"
"I- he-he abuses me," I said showing him the newest bruise on my hip from where he kicked me.
" I can't even begin to comprehend how that feels, to know your dad doesn't love you... how did you ever survive?" He asked.
"I cut myself. I used to think it was all my fault he hurt me, I told myself it wouldn't have happened if I wasn't born, I still believe it to this day."
" NO you can't think that way... If you weren't born who would Faith have been... Trust me I can tell by the way she looks at you that you're her role model."
"no she needs someone like you guys for her role model."

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