Jasmine's Pov:

Imagine walking into your apartment to get you things cause your friend offered to let you stay with her for a little while and you see your boyfriend laying on the ground in the kitchen surrounded my glass, dying?

Cause that's exactly what I walked into.

My hands made their way over my mouth in shock.

Anthony turned up to look at me. Immediately whimpering in fear.

He tried to stand up to face me immediately falling down onto the floor again.

My instincts made me move forward and put my hands under his arms to help him up. He leaned away from me.

"I'm so sorry Jasmine, I understand if you want me to move out, I'm sorry that I hurt you, it isn't fair, what I did was wrong. I should've done more please don't hit me-" he rambled before I cut him off.

"Anthony, baby, its gonna be alright, come with me.

  I tried helping him again, this time he leaned onto me and even though he was heavy - it was purely muscle though - I managed to take him to my bathroom.

"What-," my voice cracks, so I cleared my throat, "what happened?"

I looked down into his eyes since he was seated below me on the toilet seat.

He turned his head away shaking his head in fear.

I put my pointer finger under his chin making him look up at me. In the calmest way possible I asked him again. I was met with cut and slashes all over his face.

This time he opened his mouth to answer but closed it again, locking his jaw tightly.

I saw the tears prick the corner of his eyes, making my own eyes water.

"It was her" he croaked. His voice low and dry.

I picked up his hand to clean the cuts.

His arm had lost good amount of weight off of it.

He winced once I made contact with him, making me cringe.

The moment I started pulling glass out of his hand with tweezers I realized Pippa was waiting for me in her apartment. I took out my phone from my back pocket and scrolled through  few numbers till I found hers.

I quickly speed dialed the number and placed my phone between my ear and shoulder, continuing to pull out the glass.

Anthony didn't even flinch. The last time he was this numb, quite literally, was the first time this happened in high school.

"Hey, Pippa, I'll be staying with..." I saw Ant's eyes meet mine in shock. Asking me if I was crazy, so I changed what I was gonna say. The cast can't know, they'll sepreate us, as far as they know this was Anthony cheating on me with some random girl.

Not even Pippa believes me, I think she thinks I've gone insane. Pshhhhh, of course.

Insane for Anthony.

"-with my mom, yep, my mom," I said nodding along making Ant shake is head.

I quickly hung up once it was confirmed and pulled out the Lysol bottle and a gauze.

"This is gonna sting." I said, my voice just above a whisper from the silence that had came over us.

He nodded, barely moving.

The silence destructed by the spray bottle made a noice that made me jump. Anthony flinched slightly.

He cringed as I pressed a gauze into one of his palms to stop the bleeding.

I got the bandage wraps from the First Aid Kit I was using.

I wrapped his left hand then did it over with his right hand.

"Are you going to rehersal," he asked his voice still dry.

I ignored his question as I placed everything back, " When was the last time you ate anything?"

"3 days ago" he shot back.

"Drank?" I raised an eyebrow. With the amount of times this happened it's been a routine almost.

"Does cum and piss count?" He said as if it was a joke.

I stood back up placing my hand on my hip, "really?"

He shrugged.

"Can I have some water though?" He asked shyly.

I snickered leaving the bathroom, "a'ight"

He sighed behind me.

I got 3 bottles of water, walking back quickly.

When I returned Anthony was couching up blood into the sink. My eyes widened as my feet halted. He avoided my gaze. This time pure blood stained his mouth. It dripped down his chin slowly. I hesitantly handed him a bottle which he couldn't hold.

"Oh right..." I realized. I dropped the other two bottles, earning me a knocking sound coming from the floor. I opened the first one and placed the opening at his mouth, titlting it back so he could drink.

It felt like I was caring for a baby. You know a baby with Anthony wouldnt be so bad. Snap out of it, I thought.

He moved away from the bottle after a single sip and shook it around his mouth, quickly spitting out the remains of the blood. He pressed his lips agaisnt the bottle again, chugging the full bottle.

The clear liquid dripping down his chin as he swallowed.

His eyelids had started to droop, I then noticed to accompany the split skin on his face, he had dark circles under his eyes.

"How long have you been awake?" I inquired.

"I probably got 2 hours of sleep," he yawned, rubbing his right eyes with a fist that bandaged.

I chuckled lightly at his actions.

"Come on let's get you to bed," I said placing my hands on the hem of his sweatshirt, I raised it gently.

His eyes widened, grabbing the shirt back from me and backing himself against the wall.

"No no no no, you can't," he shook his head violently.

"Anthony, baby, calm down, breathe in and out, in and out," he did as he was told. This time when I tried again he only whimpered.

"What happened," I asked.

"She hurt me," he said.

His mind was functioning like a baby, he was treated like an animal any time with her. He was flying on autopilot at this point.

"Go lay down on my bed, take off the sweatshirt," I directed.

"I can't," He shook his head as he walked away to lay on my bed.

I returned with the first aid kit, I crawled over his laying stance, I lifted up the sweatshirt. I was met with a deep gash connecting from the bottom of his belly button to his v line.

He turned his head to the side as tears started to fall.

I placed my hand over my mouth, she had done damage and Ant's recovered despite the occasional nightmare. But this was almost another level for Veronica.

Keyword: Almost.

The farther I pulled it up the fabric the more scars and gashes appear.

Soon enough the shirt was off. And rather than being distracted by my boyfriends abs I was distracted by the scars littering them.

By the time I had each cut bandaged Anthony was a crying mess.

He told me each touch reminded him of how he cheated. But he didn't. On the other hand, for me, I did. With Pippa.

I'm such an idiot.

A sex crazed idiot.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on every cut. Causing Anthony to turn a crimson shade of red.

I giggled at him.

"You tired," I asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"Go on to bed, you're not going to rehersal tomorrow by the way," I pointed out. Leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek before I got up.

"Yes I am," he yawned before turning on his side and shutting his eyes.

"No you're not," I whispered to his sleeping body.