A/N Okay, INSPERATION HIT!!!!!!!
by the way, EccentrikPirate, thankyou, I forgot about that while writting the chapter, I'll have an explanation in the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I seriously do own RVB, I told you already...
Chruch, at eight-teen, was walking toward's Tex's foster home. Tightly clutched in his hand was a smallbox, containing a ring. He planned on asking her to marry him. The grey side walk he was trudging on seemed extremely intresting to him all of a sudden.
When he had the foster home in sight, he couldn't believe what he saw. Or what he heard. Tex and her foster mother were yelling, swears were flying in every direction. Her fostermother was physically hurting her. Suddenly, Church's mind flashed through all the times Tex had come to school with cuts and bruises. She was beaten.
Tex ran out of the house, curses still flying from her mouth. Church followed her when she ran right past him. He followed her to the park they went to as kids. He grabbed her hands.
"Tex!" He said, almost timidly.
"What?" She said, turning to face him. Her arms were covered with red marks, her right cheek was bruised and she had various cuts all over her.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could've helped!" He said, trying to console her.
"NO!" She yelled at him. "I can handle myself!"
"You were being beaten!" He said. Church was getting angry now. He wanted Tex to be okay.
"Why did you need to know!" She yelled back at him.
"Because I care!" He was yelling too now. He was losing his temper.
"You care to much!" Her voice was loud, people started staring.
"Tex..." He started to get softer.
"I don't need you to protect me! I can take care of myself!" She continued yelling. She didn't seem to care about how many pairs of eyes were on them. She didn't need protection, she never needed it.
"Tex...please." He begged, a pleading look in his blue eyes. He had no care for the audience either, he just wanted Tex to be okay.
"I told you already, you care too much!" She got louder, tears pouring from her pale green eyes. Church then lost his temper.
"Fine, you don't want me to care? Okay, I don't care." He turned around and started walking home.
"See you later." He carelessly threw over his shoulder.
Once back at his house, he had stormed into his room and locked the door. Not that anyone would come in anyway, the only other person who was ever home was his sister. He took out the simple ring. Just a golden band, a small diamond in the center. He threw the ring at his mirror, using so much force that the glass shattered. The ring couldn't have done that by itself, he used a lot of strength.
A/N WOOT!!!! I finished! Sorry it took so long. I'm happy with how it turned out. That explains why Church is always angry, huh? Reviews are loved, and flames will be used to burn my brothers socks.