Marina's POV:

Hearing the door open and slam shut caught my attention all so suddenly. I hadn't even realized 10 minutes have passed since Roman left me in his bedroom.

Turning my head to the door there came in Roman, and I realized looking at his face a few new scars and freshly forming bruises had been added.

What the hell could have happened in the 10 minutes he was gone?!

"Roman! Are you okay?! What happened to your face?" I asked worriedly. I jumped up off his bed and walked over to him.

"Nothing baby, don't worry about it" he said putting a smile on his face.

I knew him well enough to know that wasn't his genuine smile. Something happened and I was gonna find out what it was.

"Tell me what happened this instant!" I ordered being as serious as I could. I didn't like seeing him hurt. His usual pretty eyes now had dark forming bruises surrounding them.

Roman sighed aloud and reached out to grab my hand. He led us over to his bed and sat me down on the edge beside him. He waited a few moments before speaking.

"Uh I...got in a little altercation with my father.." he said looking at the floor avoiding eye contact with me.

Looking at his face intensely, I patiently waited for him to tell me more. I know his dad can be a sensitive topic for him.

I ran my hand over his face gently crossing over the various cuts and bruises. How could his own father do this to him?

"My dad he...said some stuff. Stuff he has no right to talk about. I lost it on him and got physical with him.." Roman explained.

I listened and when he didn't talk afterwards I knew he wasn't gonna tell me what his dad said. And honestly, I understand why opening up about his dad is difficult so I didn't push him to tell me.

"I'm sorry Ro. Your dad should be more understanding with you..you don't deserve that at all.." I said sympathetically. Daddy issues were all too familiar for me.

Switching the conversation, my worries were otherwise. I needed to clean Roman up and ice his face.

"Roman, where's your first aid kit?" I asked in slight panic. Seeing him hurt and bleeding was stressing me out.

"Nah fuck that. We need to get outta here. I'll take us somewhere else. I'm not staying here in this house anymore, especially not with you with me."

I understood why Roman would want to leave after what he just dealt with, but I wanted to make sure he was alright first. Physically okay for now, and later mentally okay.

"Okay, I understand, but can you please let me clean you up first? Please Roman.." I practically begged him.

He looked over at me with a scowl on his face but seeing my worried expression calmed him down. His eyes softened and his scowl dropped.

"Okay fine, it's in the first cabinet on the left" he pointed to the bathroom. Speed walking there I took out the first aid kit and rushed back over to him.

Opening a rubbing alcohol packet to make sure his cuts wouldn't get infected, was the first thing to do.

"This may burn a little.." I said while moving to his face.

He chuckled lightly at me.

"Baby, do you know how many times i've gotten hurt? I'm in the goddamn mafia" he laughed.

My face flushed a little. "Right sorry, that was stupid.." I said embarrassed.

Roman smiled at me.

"That wasn't stupid, that was cute. I love how much you care about me."

After cleaning all his cuts up. I needed an icepack to put on his bruises to reduce swelling.

"I really need to ice your bruises Roman. It'll help with bruising, and trust me when those are fully swollen they hurt like hell" I told him.

"Okay, but can we do it someplace else? I really wanna get outta here" he said. His voice had a hint of desperation in it.

"Yup that's fine. Let's go."

Roman stood up and pulled me into him. He lightly pressed his lips against mines.

"Thank you sweetheart" he said gratefully.

"Don't thank me, I know you'd do the same for me" I said while smiling.

"Damn right I would, now let's go" he grabbed my hand and we walked through the halls of his home till making it to the front entrance.

Roman contemplated on asking a driver to drive us or driving us himself. He settled on driving us himself since he didn't want anyone snitching on him to his dad.

Hopping in his car, we drove for hours to get far enough away from our families.

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