Hey! Just quick thing. It's chapter is a little slow, but I promise that it will be more on the next ones. It's just a little introduce to the story.

Enjoy!


"Hey there!"- Greg greeted Morgan entering the locker room. Morgan was seeing herself on the mirror inside of her locker.

"Hey."- She answered with a sad tone. She was putting makeup, more than she already had. When Greg noticed what she was doing, he closed the locker room door and locked it.

"He did it again, didn't he?"- Greg asked with his face turned to the door. Morgan sighted and sat on the bench crying.

"Yeah, he did."

"BASTARD!"-Greg screamed hitting with his fist against a locker. That sound made Morgan think about the last night, she still could feel it. Every punch, every kick. Every word.

"Greg… don't do that… please… don't do that…"- Morgan asked crying very badly. When he heard those words, he realized what he had done. He had scared her. He sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I am so sorry Morgan. I didn't mean to scary you. You know that I would never hurt you, right? I would never do to you, what that bastard does." –Greg justified himself with tears on his eyes.

For minutes they just stood there, sited on the beach, hugging. Greg kissed her on the top of the head, making her feeling a little more save. He then, asked cleaning the tears from her face.

"What happen this time?"

"I was so tired when I got home. I… I was supposed to do him breakfast, but I was feeling like I was dying. I sat on the sofa and felt asleep." – Morgan stopped talking to breath. - "I woke up minutes later and he was screaming at me. And then, as always, he lost his temperament and you know…" – Greg had already heard that speech million of times. But every time he heard it was painful. Greg was feeling bad for her. He was feeling bad for the woman he loved. He couldn't do anything, though. He held her thigh against his chest, kissing her forehead one more time.

"Morgan… you have to leave him. He's been hurting you for the past two years. It is wrong." – Morgan broke the hug and got up from the bench.

"What do you think?! Uhm? You think that I like this life? You think that I like to have scares in my body, because I didn't did what he had asked me?!"- Morgan questioned Greg with an angry one. Greg got up as well and stood there looking at her. When he tried to put his hand on her shoulder, Morgan walked backwards and started to talk again:

"No Greg. I am not happy with this life but I am not going to leave him. I can't! We talked about it. I am not going to leave him." – Morgan said as the volume of her voice decreased.

"Morgan, you don't need to be scare of him."

"If I ever talk about divorce, he would kill me! I've seen him mad, because of little things, if I ever ask for the divorce he would kill me without thinking twice. I can guarantee you that."

"Morgan, you father is the sheriff of Las Vegas. You are surrounded by cops almost every single minute from you day! He won't be able to hurt you. And I'm here to protect you as well!"

"Greg...You can't protect me from him. No one can! My father loves him, he will never believe me."

"Morgan, are you even hearing yourself? Of course your father will believe in you!" – Greg screamed furrowing his eyebrows. Morgan immediately froze hearing his tone.

"Morgan… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry." – Morgan started to cry again. Greg was sorry as hell. He walked forwards and hugged her.

"Greg…"

"Look at me Morgan."- She looked up. Greg put a hand on her face and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. - "Look if you don't do this for me, if you don't do it for us. Do it for you. Do it for your own good."

"Greg stop it!"-Morgan exclaimed breaking the hug. - "I'm not going to ask for the divorce, okay?!"

"Well…I'm not going to be here then. I'm not going to continue seeing you suffering and seeing you with bruises every where. If you are not going to leave me, I'm done. I'm done with this!"- Without giving her a chance to say anything, Greg got off of the locker room, leaving Morgan there alone, crying.