Authors note- trigger warning for suicide attempt, talk of rape….also I hope this doesn't feel rushed together, I wanted to get something uploaded, thank you all whos still reading this story and sticking with it, I have the next few chapter pretty much written out so next update shouldn't take as long:)

I sighed knocking on the hard wood door, what was I doing? Fuck I couldn't tell you anymore just this moment was the first time in three weeks that something felt right to me the door flung open reviling a very shitty looking Brock lesnar frowning at me "what are you doing here?" biting my lip maybe this wasn't right "I don't know." Even I could barely hear my voice as I looked down at the still covered in snow wooden porch "come in." kicking the snow off my boots

Looking at Brock he looked like hell, he looked how I felt inside "are you ok?"i questioned actually worried about him rubbing his huge hand over his face shrugging "I should be asking you that sweet heart." Frowning I was tired of that question "I'm tired of being asking if I'm okay, seems like that's the only thing since JJ, now this, that seems to be the only thing people want to know if I'm ok, and what other answer is there to give expect for yea I'm ok." Looking at him suddenly the dam broke "But I'm not okay, and I'm fucking scared I will never be okay again Brock." Quickly closing the gap.

Brock pulling me into him wrapping his arms around me as I fell apart in his arms "shh sweetheart." Feeling him put his hand on the back of my head I just cried silently into his chest not speaking a word feeling him after a moment lift me up realizing he was walking us to his couch "I'm good." Wiping my eyes as he sat me down on the couch Brock stared at me for a moment "Ill be right back." Placing my elbows on top of my knees I covered me mouth unsure of why I was even here, all I knew is this felt right like this is where I'm supposed to be right now.

Brocks POV-

sighing I really didn't want to do the right thing, I wanted to just keep her here unknowlignly to the outside world, she looked like shit, she looked unhealthy, what the hell was going on? Where was mark? Where was Jon? Sending paulie a text seeing as I don't have either phone numbers I let him know to let one of them know she was here, she was safe and to give them my number for a moment I hesitated to press send, I'm a sore subject for her with both her dad and husband, but if she was my wife, I'd want to know, pressing send I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and got her some water.

SAMS POV-

"here." Clearing his throat I looked up to see Brock holding a glass of water "thank you, I'm sorry Brock for just dropping in like this." Sighing he sat on the coffee table across from me "Jon know you're here?" biting my lip "nope, no one does actually, I just-" turning my head my throat felt tight "I couldn't breath there you know, every one watching me, waiting for me to I don't know break? I don't know." Looking down placing my hand on my forehead as I stared at my worn out boots looking back at Brock.

"I tried to think of the last time I felt safe, the last time I felt like I don't know me." Gripping the glass tightly I sucked in my bottom lip before blowing out a breath "and you came to mind and this place came to mind, I got in my truck and drove and I know that's shitty to Jon god that so shitty because I do feel safe with him I do, and I feel safe in our home but I don't know I just had this urge to come here." Brock nodded "I'm so sorry-" shaking his head as I started to open my mouth to tell him not to apologize "No let me-" grabbing my hands "please just let me say this." He whispered sounding almost, almost child like which is a word I would never use to describe Brock "If I hadn't, fuck if I hadn't came into your world I don't think you'd have any of the issues you deal with." Frowning at his words "Brock that's not true." he nodded "it is, as much as those two are to blame, I'm in there also, I hurt you I fucking broke you, and you pulled yourself together and had a good life going then I came back with no second though of how it would effect this new life you have." biting my lip I frowned at his words "So what? Your saying we should've never happened?" feeling betrayed "I mean yea Brock you hurt me but that's life people get hurt, I have my own issues that has nothing to do with you or that, shit that happened to me as a child I never dealt with that was just what made those demons rear their ugly heads is all, it had nothing to do with you." Brock sighed just as his phone went off "I need to get that, I'll be right back." nodding sipping the water.

Grabbing my jacket I went outside to his back deck, it was beautiful this property of his trees every where, I remembered when he bought it, I begged him to never sale this property, guess he kept that promise, though now I never meant anything to him? My mind felt like it was spinning I was ok and then Rene had to come and talk to me, why? Why did she have to do that? What the hell did she get out of it?

I stood outside the cool air hitting my skin I just felt lost "hey." hearing Brock's voice from behind me sighing turning around facing my ex who looked just as lost and broken as I felt right now I blew out a breath "I have a baggy of oxy's in my back pocket and I'm trying to decied wheather or not to take them."I held out the baggy of pills I nodded "when I woke up everyone was worried watching me like I was a ticking time bomb, waiting for me to fall apart or freak out, I mean being raped and all I guess its understandable-" I rolled my eyes letting out a bitter laugh as the anger just poured out of my body.

"Make sense-" I went back to my ramble "i mean every time I have my shit together, every time I feel like I'm ok, this is gonna work, I'm gonna work-" I shook my head as tears burnt my eyes, I raised my hand "thank you universe! I mean who has this many terrible things happen to them in one lifetime? But I'm good, I got this, I mean I was asked if I wanted to work backstage, do production, I don't know if I can ever fucking wrestle ever again but I can produce it right?" I could feel the anger radtiong off of me as Brock just stood silently letting me get it all out hands shoved in his pockets my throat tight

"I'm handling the being raped and beaten half to death thing really well." I nodded "yea well until today when I decided going to the arena would be a good thing, that I could do it, and was I was okayish, I even talked with Paul and Stephanie a little, yea and then I yelled at Rene in catering in front of everyone." I sucked in my bottom lip nodding my head "And Jon all he can is keep telling me he loves me and his here for me and I can think is why, is he fucking crazy? Oh I've started drinking again there's that, and I punched our coffee table needing stitches, and well now I'm here with you, and that could very well get me divorced, not my son dieting, not being raped, you you could cause Jon to leave me, but I just I uh, I haven't taken them yet." Brock nodded making sure to keep his distance from me.

"But you haven't taken them yet." he repeated eyes wide looking to the baggy of pills in my hand and back to me using my other hand to wipe my cheeks of the tears nodding "But I might, that's the thing, I really actually might, I have been sober for 1,321 days until they did this to me, I was fine, it was managed-" I spat out angerly trying to contain the emotion from my throat "but I might." I added more softly.

Brock nodded "that's the thing, all this stuff your uh managing, your not supposed to be managing it-" he started taking small steps towards me "your supposed to be feeling it, grief, pain, loss, its normal." I glared at him.

"Its not normal." I glared at him starting to walk away from him making him speed up and stand in front of me "no sweetheart it is normal, maybe not to you because you've never dealt with it, that feeling the grief the pain, instead of feeling the pain you shove it all down you push everyone away, you drink, you stop eating, you do drugs and you run from it, you self sabotage to not feel any of it." he stopped looking like a realization hit him "i do the same thing, I have success in wwe I run off to ufc, I have a beautiful fucking women that loves the shit out of me for what ever fucking reason beyond me,

she loves me and I pushed her away cheated on her married some one else, had children with that person all the time wishing and pretending it was you, we medicate, we drink and it is not normal, we're supposed to feel, we're supposed to love and hate and hurt and grieve and break and be destroyed, that's human, you have to feel it to move forward otherwise your never gonna heal." he stopped as we stared at each other

"I was raped-" the tears burn my eyes looking at my ex "i don't want to feel that Brock, I don't think I even want to- I was raped, and I cant, I don't wanna, I cant do this." panicking setting in I felt like I couldn't breath

"You have to, if you don't that bag of oxys wont be your last." I looked down at the pills in my hand, and back up to him, he stared sadly at the pain pill, when I let out a cry not able to contain the emotions and started to fall down to my knee's, Brock quickly came over to me wrapping his arms around me as I let out cries "I want Jon please call Jon." Brock nodded pushing my hair back from my face "I will, ill call him." nodding in his embrace everything pouring out in me.

BROCKS POV-

I watched her my heart pounding as she held on to the baggy of pain pills, I looked at them sadly, I didn't want to see her go down this road again, she let out a heart breaking cry before falling, I rushed quickly holding onto her as she let out the most gut wrenching cries as I held on to her, I didn't know what to say to her, shes fucking broken right now and what do you say to someone whose broke? How does any of us fix this for her? "its ok we're gonna get you through this." as she cried all this pain and hurt out I just held her placing a kiss on her head.

I woke up still on brocks couch, he tried to put me in his bed but I refused frowning seeing him in his recliner with a blanket over him sitting up I sighed I needed to go home, I needed to fix this, face it, something but I needed to be home, I need to talk to Jon, I need a drink, no I didn't need a drink I wanted a drink "Mm." frowning as Brock stiffly sat up "you didn't have to baby sit me." shrugging "I wanted to make sure you didn't wake up alone." nodding I sighed rubbing my face "thank you, I'm sorry for last night." Brock shook his head "I'm always here for you." biting my lip "I should go." Brock nodded "well would you like some coffee and breakfast first? Are you driving?" shaking my head "no I'm going to book a flight." frowning at all the missed calls and texts from my dad and Jon "your dad knows your here." Brock informed me sighing I held up my phone "yea I figured by the texts and missed calls from him, Jon?" Brock shook his head.

"no we figured you didn't need that." sighing "I think he would try to understand, I'm going to tell him, when I get home." Brock nodded staying silent as I followed him into the huge kitchen watching him pull out some eggs "whens your flight?" biting my lip "I can get one booked in two hours." Brock nodded staying quiet as he prepared us some eggs, toast and coffee "so I'm thinking of trying my hand at ufc one more time." handing me a plate of eggs and a cup of coffee as we started talking about that instead of the giant elephant in the room, me and my stability and sobriety, but that's what I always loved with Brock he knew when to push me and when not to.

I flew home texting my dad I was home and I would talk to him after I spoke with Jon sighing looking around the empty house suddenly the suffocating need to drink was there sighing I called Jon listening to it ring and ring and ring before his voicemail picked up biting my lip "hi." before hanging up I sighed tossing my phone where a coffee table used to be watching it land on the floor, wood Jon wanted a wood coffee table grabbing my truck keys he would get a wood coffee table.

JON'S POV-

I decided I needed to make sure she was ok, her texts vague something just told me I was needed home more and even though it it would be a quick turn and burn trip home less then twenty four hours something told me to do it, and I'm not an oh my gut type of person but this feeling wouldn't go away since I dropped her off.

I frowned smelling smoke as soon as I entered the house "what the fuck." making my way into the smokey kitchen fire alarms going off, where's Sam? Turning off the stove waving my hands in an attempt to clear the air of the smoke opening the back door and windows "Sam." I called out making my way to the living room frowned at my wife passed out on the couch an empty bottle of Jack Daniels next to her "Dammit."

Crouching down in front of her I gentle moved the lose hair from her face "what are we gonna do?" I whispered before she screamed jumping up "fuck." feeling her fist connect with my face "DARLIN ITS ME." grabbing her fists from hitting me "Sam its me." she frowned looking around her eyes wide, I wanted to cry at how scared she looked right now "its me honey, its me." she nodded "oh my god." her shaky fingers reached out wiping the blood off of my lip "I'm so sorry." shaking my head "its fine, I'm ok." I tried assuring her as she jumped up rushing to the kitchen "oh my god." following as she looked around the smokey kitchen hand covering her face "darlin its ok." shaking her head "no its not ok." reaching out to soothe her I frowned as she flinched back from my touch, I wanted to kill bill for this, if I ever saw him I would kill him on spot "here sit down." trying to lead her to the table.

"no ice, I need to get you ice for your lip." frowning watching her fumble around I wanted to scream at her fuck the dammed ice, she needed to do this so id grit my teeth and let her do it "here." she gently placed the ice on my swollen lip sighing "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." she kept apologizing, gently taking her hand "its ok, I'm ok, come on lets go sit?"

SAMS POV-

I sighed as we sat at the table, what the fuck was I doing? How do I fix all of this, I knew one thing was I needed to come clean, Jon needed to know I went and saw Brock "I didn't come home right away." I admitted to my husband "where did you go?" Jon questioned biting my lip I looked down my eyes on the floor "Brock's." I whispered "I'm sorry what? I don't think I heard you, repeat that." frowning he heard me he just didn't want to believe me sighing "I went to Brock's., I went to talk to Brock." I admitted to my husband, looking up I instantly regretted it seeing his heart broken face.

"you went to brocks?" Jon questioned I just nodded "I cant, I understood Sara that's your mom but fucking Brock? Its his fault this happened to you!" Jon yelled "I'm trying Sam, I've been patient and understanding but this." shaking his head standing up looking at me turning walking up the stairs me closely behind him "Jon I'm sorry please." I grabbed his hand as we entered our room pulling his hand from me before heading to our closet pulling his luggage out, No! His leaving, I knew it, I knew I'd push him to far.

The world was spinning around me as it felt like I was losing grip on everything, I watched Jon in the closet shoving things in his duffel bag, tears pouring down my cheeks, I can't do this any more, I cant keep losing people, before I realized what I was doing, before Jon even saw me I grabbed his pocket knife off the bathroom counter and quickly let the blade open my skin, red liquid pouring around my hand as I dropped the knife, it felt like everything was in slow motion, I was watching myself do this telling myself not to but I my hand had a mind of its own suddenly jolted back into my body when it was too late.

"Jesus Christ Sam what did you do!" Quickly putting a towel tightly to my wrist I just stared blankly watching him dig with one hand for his phone shaking my head "no no don't call 911, please." I begged tears pouring down my face Jon frowned "Sam you gotta go to the hospital, you need stitches." Shaking my head "no please no hospital please Jon please I can fix it, I promise I can fix it." I begged gripping his wrist to the hand that was trying to stop my wrist from bleeding "I can fix it please I'm sorry I'm so sorry." Jon sighed running a hand over his face "ok come here." Leading me out of our bathroom and to my bed he sighed "I'm going to go get some bandages, keep pressure on this." I just nodded feeling blank, feeling empty how did I let it get this far? I felt tears burning my eyes.

Jons POV-

I quickly rushed down the stairs grabbing my phone she needed help and I didn't think I could force this on her, looking around at our destroyed living room , Jesus when did this get so bad? She was just with me on the road and seemed like she was pulling out of it, even agreed to go through with counseling. "Yea." Sighing "she needs you, you and gunner here ASAP it's bad, really fucking bad." Before hanging up, sitting down on the couch putting my head in my hands, this was fucking killing me she's my wife and I can't help her, shes going to kill herself literally between the drinking or fuck I don't know what that was upstairs but one way if we don't intervene now, she will be dead soon.

Grabbing the first aid kit I ran back up stairs watching her sit on the bed arm up to his chest staring blankly "hey." bending down in front of her "we're going to bandage this up ok?" she just nodded staying silent sighing "we really need to get you to the hospital." she quickly pulled her hand away from me causing the bleeding to increase "no please they'll put back in that place, please Jon, please." she begged her voice cracking nodding I blew out a breath "ok ok, shhh ok." gently taking her hand I blew out a breath "darlin I can fix it but it'll scar." shrugging "no hospital please." nodding "this is going to sting." pouring the antiseptic on the open wound hearing her cry out "I'm sorry." I whispered trying to hold back my own emotions as I worked on her hand "ok,if the bleeding gets worse, we gotta go." she just nodded laying down keeping the towel protectively to the bandaged wrist "I just wanna sleep." she mumbled almost as if she wasn't here no tone, no emotion just blank, nodding "sleep darlin."

Mark looked around the living room, gunner covering his mouth looking around "Jesus Samantha." I had cleaned, bandaged and wrapped her wrist and got her to lay down while I cleaned up the upstairs just didn't get to the down stairs yet "Jesus Christ what happened?"

"I came home early, she was passed out on the couch, house full of smoke, empty bottle of jack." Mark nodded "if I hadn't came early she would've burnt the house down." Mark sighed rubbing his face "I've been pooping in on her, I thought maybe but she always seemed fine." I frowned "come here." Directly to mark I led him upstairs to our room, she was curled up in a ball sleeping marks eyes instantly on the wrapped wrist looking back at me, covering my mouth I felt sick right now.

No ones POV-

Mark covered his mouth his throat tight looking at his daughter. Bending down next to her he frowned the dark circles under her eyes, he knew she was struggling, he didn't realize it was this bad.

"Baby girl." Blowing out a breath nodding "I can call the place we sent her to last time, good place, good people, they'll help." Looking over at Jon, hands shoved deep inside his pockets, poor boy looked lost, mark sighed he dropped the ball, he ignored his gut feeling because when he seen her she was obviously going through it but seemed sober, seemed stable.

Standing up making his to Jon putting his hand on his shoulder "it's rough right now son, this isn't how your supposed to start out being newly weds and life has already fucked your over with JJ, but we're gonna get through this, it's gonna be fucking hard, but we'll get her and you through this, family." Jon just nodded his eyes on her intently.

SAMS POV-

I groaned waking up a shooting pain in my arm, what the fuck did I do, sitting up in the dark room wondering how long did I sleep for? Running a hand over my face I frowned at the bandage, the write stained with red. Jon! Where's Jon? Quickly turning the lamp on light yes lights good, looking around I frowned seeing Jon asleep in my sitting chair next to the door as if he was on watch, he was on watch for his crazy as wife.

"Hey." causing me to jump seeing my dad sitting in the corner, I frowned scooting against the headboard pulling my knees to my chest "I fucked up." feeling the bed sink I felt my dad pull me into him as tears burnt my eyes "I'm so tired of crying, I'm so tired of feeling like this, I was feeling better, and then I seen Rene and I lost it." my voice cracked looking at my dad "I'm never going to be whole again."

JONS POV-

I kept my eyes closed not wanting to interrupt this moment between Sam and her dad, she needed this, she needed to know we're all here for her, my heart breaking as I listened to my wife confess she felt broken, she wasn't fucking broken! Shes the strongest women I know.

"I didn't even mean to go to brocks dad, I just I got in my rental intent on airport and home, and I don't know I just drove until I was parking in his drive way.'' she admitted to her father something I didn't even let her tell me, I was enraged that she went to Brock for help and not me, i was hurt by her choice.

"I betrayed Jon." shit "and not by going to see Brock, I mean yea that hurt him, but dad how can he ever touch me again knowing I let that man do those things to me?" my eyes flew open I couldn't pretend to be asleep any more, the anger that ran through at her feeling like she did this, she let him as if she just went, feeling my stomach turn at the thought.

"Darlin you didn't let him do anything, honey you fought." I made my way to other side of the bed mark slowly releasing her into my embrace nodding at me "I'm gonna make some coffee."

SAMS POV-

I let Jon hold me "I'm sorry I'm so sorry for all of this." i cried shaking my head "you didn't do this Sam and you need to somehow understand that, I don't know how to help you I wish I did, but ill stand by you through whatever you need, even if its Brock Lesnar." frowning I couldn't help that Brock helped me "I tried setting up counseling, I did, I canceled five intake appointments, I cant say the words, I cant do it, so I drank, and then mom came and I went to you and I thought I somehow fixed myself." wiping my eyes looking at Jon " and Rene came and I just all that anger came back to the surface, I didn't mean to go to brocks." Jon nodded kissing the top of my head "I know." he whispered swallowing hard "I just want to be the one to help you." reaching out to touch his cheek "and you are Jon." I tried assuring him "I'm sorry for all of this." I didn't know what else to say, throwing his head back "please stop apologizing you didn't do anything wrong." shrugging "I feel like I have Jon, I feel like everything this year has been my fault." shaking his head "none of this has been your fault, I think maybe treatment might help you." frowning I nodded "I just god I'm the undertakers daughter." laying my head back against the wall shaking it "and I'm supposed to make him proud." looking at Jon frowning "and all his done for as long as I can remember is send me to treatments, sober me up, clean up my fucking messes."

"that's enough." I heard my dads voice from the door way watching him sit on the edge of my bed "I am dammed proud of you, yes your are a wwe superstar and a multiple time champion, you have records no other women can touch, those arent what makes me proud, you could be a waitress at a restaurant and I'd still beem with pride for you, I'm proud of you you've gone through hell your entire life and I'm sorry for those things, but you pull yourself up every damn time life tries to tear you down, and we're going to pull you up again, your strong, I look at you and I see strength, stubbornness to not be defeated, you are not broken, you are not a mess." nodding laying my head on jons shoulder feeling a weight off "you need to stop thinking your in life alone, you have all of us, you have me, you have Jon, hell you have Brock lesnar as much as Jon and I hate that fuck you do, your mom, your sisters, you brother, you nana and papa, you have an army behind you, let us fight for you sometimes." nodding I blew out a breath "ok." barely whispering looking up at Jon who kissed my forehead "I'm not going anywhere." he assured me.

Later that day-

I sighed sitting on my dads couch listening to him argue with the treatment program Michelle frowned sitting next to me "you ok?" shrugging I bit my lip my throat tightening again "I uh, this is uh." looking at my dad I frowned "deja vu." Michelle gently placed her hand on my knee "its going to be ok." nodding "yea everyone keeps saying that, but I uh I just don't know because right now I really want to walk into the garage and take that bottle of jack I know is in there and drink it, I am fighting with all the strength I have no to do that." frowning at my step mom "please tell me how do I fix that?" Michelle sighed "you learn, just like you learned to walk, talk, ride a horse, wrestle, you'll learn honey." sighing I just nodded leaning back on the couch Jon sitting next to me "I got a couple extra days." nodding "its fine you can go back to work." Jon frowned taking my un bandaged hand "I told you I am here for you." nodding I leaned against my husband closing my eyes.

"dammit! She doesn't need help in six weeks she needs help now! Yes I would Mark Calway." hearing my dad yelling I sighed or they just cant baby sit me for six weeks "rest darlin." Jon kissed my head.

JONS POV-

I watched as she slowly relaxed muscles not so tense before looking at Michelle "him screaming like that is going to make her feel worse." I informed her, she noded agreeing "his in fix mode Jon, he wants to help and he doesn't always do it in the right ways, this is the only way he knows how, other then going and beating the shit out of someone." Jon sighed " I know the feeling." glancing down at his sleeping wife "how are you doing?" shrugging "Jon you need to take care of yourself also, you cant help her if your not in a good spot." shaking my head "I just want her to be ok and ill be ok, I uh I have loved her since the moment I laid eyes on her, which is funny because if you knew me you'd know I don't believe in marriage soul mates none of that nonsense, until I saw her and I was like yup her and I will be forever, I sat back and I waited until it was time and when it was I knew she was it for me, so I as long as she is ok, she is happy, and healthy I'm ok and I will do whatever I need to do to help her get back there." Michelle smiled nodding "well we are here for both of you is all I want you to know.'' nodding "yea I know, thank you."

"Ok she has intake tomorrow morning, did hunter and Stephanie give you the time off? Do I need to call Vince?" mark was now in the room pacing "I got two days, ill take her." sitting on his coffee table his eyes intently on her "can you guys stay here?" frowning at my farther in law, he wasn't big bad ass dead man undertaker, he was scared he was a man a farther scared he was mark calway and he could've lost his daughter and he was scared nodding "uh yea I'm sure we can." Michelle sat next to him "we should ask her, shes about to leave her home for however long, so lets ask her when she wakes up, honey shes not going anywhere, you're not going to lose her." I felt myself hold her a little closer to me.

Mark blew out a breath nodding his eyes still on her "I hope not."

Sam's POV-

I frowned looking at the housing in front of me, the place I'll call home for the next ninety days, looking back at Jon who looked sad I frowned "you can go." I told him shaking his head "I told you were doing this together." Biting my lip "I don't want to, I don't want you here and having to go through this, go Jon, run as far away from me as you can I fucking get it I'm just a mess, a broken fucked up mess." Cupping my face in his hands "your not broken, and your my fucking mess, we're in this together Samantha Good." Gently kissing my lips, I shocked myself by Letting him the most physical touch we've had since everything, taking my hand he led the way into the rehab.

Putting his hand on the door knob he turned around to face me " and your not a mess You've been traumatized and you need help and that's ok." Before opening the door and heading in, gripping his hand tightly I followed him inside fighting my urge to run I blew out a breath

"second times a charm I suppose." Jon took my hand looking back at me "hey, we're the good guys." Biting my lip I didn't feel like a good guy right now, I just felt shit complete and utter shit.

"Hello again Samantha." Wendy one of the workers smiled politely at me as she stood with a blue folder of questions I already answered, suddenly I felt frozen as I looked around remembering the detox I went through here, remembering the feeding tube, looking back at my husband I felt small, I felt like I was child being punished for something I didn't do suddenly I got it, it wasn't my fault.

I knew I needed help but this wasn't it, shaking my head last time I was force her by threat of losing my carrier, my family, this time I felt like I would lose Jon and I couldn't lose my husband "Please don't make me do this." Jon frowned "I promise ill do all the out paitnet work, please Jon, please." my voice cracking as I begged my husband not to make me go back to an inpatient program "I did this before." putting my hand on my hip I struggled with the words shaking my head "Please." looking at my husband begging in a whisper "you can have whoever baby sit me, I will go, I promise." pulling me into him I felt Jon nodd his head as I cried feeling my body shake against his.

"ok." hearing him sigh "Uh thank you for your time but we're gonna go." wrapping his arm tightly around me as he walked us back out to the truck, looking at him feeling relived I stood on my tippy toes pecking his lips "thank you." Jon nodded sighing "you have to do it Sam, you have to go to the meetings, and counseling, whatever they want you to do." I nodded "I will this time I promise." Jon nodded kissing me "lets go home."