Making it right.

He rubbed the scars on her wrists as she sleeps. Hoping that she would wake up soon but at the same time, hoping that she wouldn't. He knows what would happen when she wakes.

T walked in at the moment, bringing some food, "Sir. Have a drink, please." he said.

"I broke her, didn't I?" he muttered, guilt flooding over him. He looked at her sleeping face and frowned. Even in her sleep, she had to be in control. He remembered how she liked to sleep with her arms thrown over her head last time. But not anymore.

He couldn't believe she didn't tell him what happened. After they found her and caught that jerk of an ex-boyfriend, she pretended that nothing happened. Yes, she went to the hospital to get her wounds treated but she didn't tell anyone about the other thing.

No one knew. No one would have known if she hadn't fainted at home. T called to inform him that she hadn't left her house for a day and her lights were never switched off. Worried, he went to her house and used the key from back then and found her on the sofa. Unconscious.

He rubbed her cheeks with his thumb and her eyes shot open. She's awake.

It took her awhile to register where she was and when she finally did, she quickly pushed herself up. He was about to help her when she said coldly, "Don't touch me."

She grabbed the phone by the bed and told the nurse that she would like to change to another ward. Not this first-class suite that she cannot afford.

"I'll pay for it. Don't do this, C." he pleaded as he watched her walked around the room, collecting her belongings and clothes.

"You've done enough, sir. I can managed from here. Thank you," she said icily and walked towards the bathroom to change. Never once looking him in the eyes. She didn't dare. She didn't want to lose control of her emotions again. Because that's what got her here in the first place.

"Why didn't you tell me about what happened." he questioned her before she closed the door to the bathroom.

"It's none of your business."

"That baby was mine too!" he yelled.

She glared at him as tears start to cloud her eyes. "You can't decide to leave me, disappear and then come back into my life. Get out of my life, G." Slamming the door, she slide down to the bathroom floor and put her head between her legs as tears start to fall.

No. She needs to gain back control of her life. Letting go of it once back then was bad judgement. Letting go of it 2 months ago, was silly. This time, she won't. She won't let him back. She won't rely on anyone anymore.

He stared at the closed bathroom for a long time before T came in.

"I broke her, T. What can I do to make it right?" he asked, a pained expression on his face.