"Rose Ssh its ok." The doctor said gently. He was comforting her as best he could under the circumstances. They were on a busy road
somewhere. Rose was just burying her head in his shoulder crying. He decided they should find a seat. He managed to find a park bench.
They both sat on it. The tears were gone on rose's face, and replaced by an unreadable look of anguish in her eyes.
"D-." she opened her mouth to speak but her cut her off.
"You don't have too tell me anything rose, not if you don't feel comfortable." He said reassuringly, taking her hand.
"No, its fine. I suppose it would be ok if I got it out of me. Tracy, his mum, that old bat, is the only one that knows. And mum. That's it. He
used to mug people, rob little shops on the estate; be- beat me up if I didn't make lunch for him on time. Then one night he just went too far,
wouldn't take no for an answer. That's when I told the police about everything. I told mum, she made me move back in with her. He went to
jail. I was only 17. No wait I was 18. No 17 oh fuck it. Anyway that's when I got back with Mickey. But I never told him cos' I just knew he
would never understand. No one does." Rose said, the tears were back now. Streaming down her face. She buried her face on the
doctor'chest
"Sssh rose, I understand. It's ok. I'm sorry. It's fine I'm here for you."