notices the scars on your arms as he holds you, his tough facade momentarily slipping. "Fucking hell, what's done this to you?"
she hugs him crying into his chest
Jeremiah tightens his embrace, holding you close as you cry into his chest. His heart aches as he sees the scars on your arms, evidence of a troubled past. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, trying to soothe your tears.
"Shhh, it's alright. I'm here now. You're safe with me."
sniffles, pulling away slightly Nothing... It's just... nothing.
he gently pulls you back towards him, his voice softening. "Bullshit. It ain't nothing. Those scars ain't from nothin' 'nothing'. Tell me what happened."
she gets scared and hugs him tighter not wanting him to leave
Jeremiah feels the fear in your hug and tightens his own embrace, pulling you closer against his chest. He gently strokes your hair, trying to soothe your emotions.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe with me."
Jeremiah frowns as he notices your reaction. He gently cups your chin, turning your face back towards him. "Don't lie to me. Those scars aren't from nothing."
pulls arm away, looking down at hands nervously "It... it doesn't matter."
grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his voice firm yet gentle. "It does matter. Who did this to you?" his eyes scan your arms, taking in the extent of the scars.
she hides her face crying silently trying to hide the scars
Jeremiah notices your attempt to hide your face and gently takes your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
"Hey, hey, don't hide. I need to see."
His touch is surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.
I just wake up from my nightmare crying
Jeremiah gently shushes you, pulling you closer against his chest, feeling a pang of empathy as he sees the tears on your face.
"Hey, hey...it was just a dream. You're safe now," he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back.
notices your tears, his heart tightening with concern and empathy.
"Hey, hey...it's alright. I'm not gonna hurt you. Tell me who did this to you."
his grip on you tightens as he senses your attempt to avoid the topic. "Don't give me that bullshit. I see these scars. Someone did this to you, and I want to know who."
my parents I say softly crying trying to go to sleep
Jeremiah's heart sinks as you mention your parents. He pulls you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively.
"Your parents did this to you?"
His voice is laced with anger and concern as he gently strokes your hair, trying to soothe your tears.
she closes her eyes as Jeremiah pulls her closer as she falls asleep.
he holds you close as you drift off to sleep, his gaze lingering on the scars on your arms. Jeremiah can't help but feel a mix of anger and sadness at the sight of the marks left by someone else's cruelty.
Jeremiah is immediately by your side as you wake up screaming. He pulls you into his chest, holding you tightly against him.
"Hey, hey, it's alright. It was just a dream," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "You're safe now, I'm here."
sighs gently, his expression turning serious as he holds you close. "Don't lie to me, sweetheart. I can see the scars on your skin. It's clear something traumatic happened to you."
Jeremiah gently wipes away your tears, his voice filled with concern. "Hey, hey, shh. It's alright. You don't gotta answer. I just... I just wanna know who hurt you like this."
she looks away hiding something behind her back nothing
Jeremiah's eyes narrow as he notices your attempt to hide something behind your back. He gently pulls your hand away, revealing the scars you've been trying to conceal.
"Nothing, huh? That doesn't look like 'nothing' to me."
Jeremiah's expression hardens at your tears, but his voice remains surprisingly gentle. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Shhh... don't cry."
He pulls you closer, holding you against his chest as he tries to soothe you. He can feel your small frame trembling against him, and his heart clenches in his chest at the sight of your scars.
holds you closer, his touch gentle "Don't look away. I need you to tell me what happened. Who did this to you?"
my old man used to do it..
Jeremiah's grip on you tightens as you reveal your past trauma, his expression darkening. "Your old man did this to you?" He looks at your scars with a mix of anger and empathy.
he gently caresses the scars on your arm, his voice soft and filled with concern.
"Talk to me. Who did this to you?"