I saw Tim put Curly into a headlock, and took him down.
"So your putting moves on my wife huh?" He losened his grip enough to let him speak.
"No I-I was drunk."
"Liar. You wanted my wife, now tell me was it worth it." Tim held a switchblade to the back of his neck.
"Tim stop it." I yelled.
"Yeah it was worth it, he had such soft hands." Tim pushed it against him.
"You better not try anything again. Ya hear?" He gave a nod, and Tim gave him a little cut.
"Fuck." Curly pressed his hand against it.
"What never been cut before huh." Tim pushed him.
"I have, but I didn't expect my brother to cut me." He glared.
"Well keep your fuckin' crummy hands off my wife from now on." He picked me up.
"T-Tim." I whimpered.
"What is it baby?" He asked me softly.
"Please don't fight, I hate fights."
"Close your eyes baby." I let them droop down.
I had fell asleep crying on his couch, while they fought. I was shook awake, very roughly to say.
"Baby the fights over." He had a cut on his lip and a bruise on his cheek.
"Tim." I let tears fall once more, he cupped my face softly.
"Baby I-I'm sorry." It was the first apology I truely loved.
"Tim yo-your all cut up." I was then pulled against him, it was so lovingly.
"I know, but Curly won't bother you anymore." I cried even harder upon hearing this.
"Families don't do that to eathother." I yelled.
"Baby please. It was the only way I know how." I turned.
"Lay with me please."
He only gave a grunt of an answer.
We layed there for what seemed like hours, but was only about twenty minutes.
He rested his head in my neck, then he-he b-bit me.
"Damnit Tim." I put my hand over the bite.
"What?" He asked me innocently.
"You bit me." I started to pout.
"I gave you a hickey."
"A-a what?" He just laughed.
Somethings Tim just has to keep a secret.