Waking Alex up as we pull into the bus station is a little nerve wracking. I had to listen to him for what felt like forever.
"Don't make me hurt her. Get out! I don't want to! I won't. Please don't."
Almost nine hours of listening to him beg. Every fiber of my being hopes he was just having a bad dream and was arguing with himself. He told me before we left that when we fight, if he gets angry enough he wants to hurt me and he told me he hates that feeling.
Maybe talking about it opened that up in his mind and he's having to deal with it instead of burying it?
I stare at him, scared of what I could see, as his eyes flutter open and his arms stretch over his head.
"Hey," He groans, eyes still half shut as he gives me his cocky grin. "You alright?"
I nod, feeling the smallest amount o
