Luke opened the door slowly and knew it wouldnt be a pretty sight, as the door opened he saw the mess and his lips pressed into a thin line as he saw the red tears running down her cheeks. He nodded slowly knowing that he couldnt afford to do anything to make her cry more. Instead he smiled softly and leaned against the door frame a bit "I can get you some ice cream and fudge? I heard it always make the ladies feel better on a bad day." he murmured and did not take his gaze off of her "If there is anything you want to talk about I am here to talk. I know that I dont know much about whatever life you lived before i showed up, but if this Ren guy is dangerous... you know that i am here to protect you. I promise you that, I will make the guy eat his own - if I have to." he smirked and chuckled dryly, his bangs sweeping in his eye a bit as he lift a toned arm and ran his long fingers back through his hair slowly. Then he slowly sunk down into a relaxed crouch, his elbows on his knees and his fingers steepled together just in front of his body over the ground. His gaze never left her and it was filled with a gentle loving warmth, not to mention concern, but all fear was bid away as he looked at her. The girl who he loved, the girl he wanted to treat to all the happiness until she couldnt take it.
The water continued to run and then Rebecca let out a strangled like cry from her lungs, the sound of the razor clattering across the bathroom floor and a soft thud as she let herself slide to the flood of the shower. Crying and clutching her arms to her stomach as she felt the burning water pelt down over her body I've done enough trying to deal with my pain alone, and when I try and search people out I clam up, or maybe they are just the wrong people. Axel, definitely wrong person, he just wants more of you pain, its how he lives. Jason doesnt need a let down to be around him, he made it clear that unless she was going to marry then she was not welcome. Luke... her younger step brother who had so many demons to face on his own, in the end who is there but me?