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The Day Before You (closed for MoonlightRomance and Josu_T)

He couldn't get rid of his fears. He wished he could do more to help her. She gave her promise, but he just didn't know if she could keep it. It was all he could do to simply hold back tears. He cuddled close to her and tried to relax. Whenever she seemed to be falling asleep he shook her a bit to make sure she stayed awake. He rested his head against hers and caressed her, trying to warm her more. He spoke a little louder than needed, but he felt that a soft voice would only make her fall asleep faster. "You know, if you are ok after this I am never letting you out in the snow again. Even when we have been married for years. We will have a house with a garage and you will get into the car where it is warm and dropped off where it is warm. And if you have to go outside when it is cold you will wear at least five layers of everything."
 
Roxanne sighed as she could feel that he was on edge as her back rested against his chest while he cuddled close to her. When he shook her a few times Roxy turned her head so she was facing him and looked up at him and opened her eyes, looking up at him with a tired gaze. "Babe, don't worry. It's not if I make it through this, it's when." She said and as they sat there by the fire her breathing was beginning to slow. Even she was beginning to realize how bad she was. "Tim... I think I need to go to the hospital she said before letting out a soft almost purring noise as he caressed her while his head rested against her's.
 
Looking into her eyes he saw how tired she was. She sounded confident, but her actions and many of her comments said otherwise. She proved that point with her next words. Needing to go to the hospital was definitely not something good. She had him worried even more. It was as if she was trying to make him have a heart attack at a young age. He really didn't believe it though. They really hadn't been outside that long. He could understand it if they had been out there for a couple of hours or if she hadn't been bundled up. He had worn less clothes than her and had been out there longer and he wasn't anywhere near as cold. If she was that bad he was also getting upset that she hadn't realised it out there or moved around more. He frowned. "Are you really that bad? How would we get to the hospital? Why didn't you move more when we were out there. You weren't stuck, were you? If you were, why didn't you say something?" He might be worried about her, but if she had become that cold out there he was starting to think a little less of her. He thought she was smarter than that and could figure out when she was getting too cold.
 
Roxanne sighed and pulled away from him, she was beginning to warm up and more and was even beginning to stop shivering. "No, I'm not really that bad but I don't know what else to do. I'm freezing.." She began, holding the blanket tightly around her as she looked over at him. "I have no idea and no I wasn't stuck. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to worry you, just like I tend to avoid telling you things most of the time, Tim." Roxanne said, her last sentence not telling him anything he didn't already know, even with how close the two of them were, she tended to not tell him things unless she had to. Although, the last few days she had started to get better about that. Roxanne them fell silent for several moments and once she felt like she was warm enough moved to sit on the couch before going onto speak more.

Roxanne looked at him from the couch, half expecting him to come sit beside her, wanting to cuddle with her to try and warm her up faster. "Tim, I maybe stubborn and I may not tell you everything like I should but I'm not stubborn enough to not tell you when something that could lead to me dying is wrong and if you think I would maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, sounding scared and hurt at the last part of her sentence and she bit her lip as she awaited an answer. "By the way, I don't know what is wrong, but I can tell something is; mind telling me what that is?" She asked before finally falling silent, giving him a chance to reply. Sure, there was a lot more she wanted to say, but this was already an argument and she didn't want to make it any worse. She also began to shake some, but not because she was cold; rather because she was scared, scared that this argument would cause them to break up. As she sat there, Roxy looked down at the necklace he had given to her.
 
Tim watched her go to the couch. He had a big mix of emotion but the biggest thing he felt was worry and fear for her. He didn't like seeing her hurt or not feeling well in any way. He sat there by the fire and looked at her. She seemed to be getting better. It didn't seem like she needed the hospital. He sighed and shrugged. "I'm sorry. I am scared. I'm really worried about you. I shouldn't have spoken like you had done something stupid though. Its just that when you said you thought you needed to go to the hospital I was so frightened. We just realised our love for eachother. I don't want it to end like this and not so soon. I would blame myself if anything happened to you. But please, there are some times when it is ok not to tell me things, but when you are getting cold it is not the time to stay quiet."
 
Roxanne sighed, she knew he was right. "Tim, you always worry about me, just like you always have and probably always will. The same way I worry about you." She said softly, the last part more to herself than to him. Then, as she listened to him as he continued to speak it occurred to her: Tim genuinely had thought, and for all she knew still thought that he was going to lose her. "Tim, babe, I'm right here and I'm fine. I'm still a little chilly, sure, but I'm not going to die on you any time soon." She said, although they both knew she was sure both of them knew there was no way she could promise that. As he apologized for speaking to her the way he had, she shook her head, as if dismissing it. Sure, it hadn't been right but the way her father spoke to not only her but her mother most of the time was far worse. She was just thankful she didn't have to say it aloud to him.

Roxanne then stood from the couch and moved so that she was sitting on the floor with him and she crawled into his lap, not even waiting for him to invite her. "I think if it were up to either one of us it would never end." She said with a weak smile before kissing him on the cheek. "Baby, I promise you that we won't end like this." She said in a whisper, moving her hand down so that her hand rested in his, pausing a moment before lacing her fingers with his. Roxanne then leaned back so her back pressed against his chest and sighed. "If only you knew some of the things I don't tell you." She said to herself in a whisper as she closed her eyes.
 
Tim turned back toward the fire and stared at it. He didn't feel he had really said anything all that bad to her. At worst he had questioned her common sense when it came to realising how cold she was getting and what to do in that situation. He still felt bad for the way he had said it though. He was surprised to find her suddenly sitting in his lap. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He really didn't hear any of her whispers as the fire crackled loudly. He held her close and kissed her cheek softly. After their little discussion that could be considered a small argument he felt that silence was nice for the time being. He leaned his head over her shoulder and rested it against hers. He sat there happily cheek to cheek. His hands moved slowly and tenderly over her.
 
As Tim's arms wrapped around Roxanne seemed to tense up for a split second but just a quickly relaxed. As he held her close and kissed her cheek she smiled weakly at him before kissing him on the lips, finding herself thankful that he was okay with sitting in silence for now; sure that if she were to try and talk her voice would be a dead give away that something was wrong. Truth be told, Roxanne felt more connected to him when they were just being together without feeling the need to talk, anyway. Then, as they sat there in front of the fireplace, with Tim's head leaned over her shoulder so that they were sitting cheek to cheek, Roxy closed her eyes as his hands ran over her body slowly and tenderly.

She let a few minutes pass, wanting them both to be able to enjoy being so connected for as long as possible before she told him what was on her mind and she wouldn't have done it now if it wasn't eating away at her. "Tim, baby... I need to tell you something." She began before taking a deep breath. "It's not anything to do with us, but it's something that I know if I wait and you find out on your own you'll be upset I didn't tell you.."
 
Tim was able to finally relax and the mood seemed to become calmer. Then she surprised him again. He started to worry right away about what she was going to tell him. Her assurance that it didn't have anything to do with them did little to calm him. He pulled back a little so he could really look at her. He was quickly growing curious about what was so important that she felt she needed to tell him, but that she hadn't already told him. He slowly responded. "What is it? What do you need to tell me now?" No matter how hard he thought he just couldn't figure out what had come up in the last little while that would make her need to tell him something.
 
As Tim pulled back a little so he could really get a look at her Roxanne looked up at him, looking up at him made her even more nervous as she couldn't stop imagining the look of furry at her Father mixed with worry for her that she was certain she was going to see. A moment later after taking a deep breath as an attempt to relax herself, she began speaking. "I... It's not really something I need to tell you right now and truth be told, it could have waited, as long as I told you before my parents came back from Dad's business trip but it's been eating at me." She said before pausing once again, this time taking another deep breath and looking away from him, now looking at the fire that was still burning in the fireplace. "Dad... He's abusive to Mom and I both, usually I get most of it, though, since Mom is usually at work when Dad is here. Most of the time it's just verbal but when it does get physical it's bad. Remember a few weeks before they left we were over at your house and I took my sweat shirt off, I was covered in all those bruises and scratches? You wanted me to tell at the very least your parents so bad but I damn near begged you not to make me... Every last one of those marks were from my dad. The night before that... When he did he, Dad threatened me; said that if I told anyone, especially you or your parents that he would make sure I lost you." She finished and as she did, tears began to fill her eyes.

As she waited for Tim's response, Roxy tried to hold her tears back as she looked into the fire. She didn't need to look up at him to know what both the look on his face and the look in his eyes would be: she was sure it would be one of furry, after what she had told him really sunk it she was sure he would want to kill both of her parents. Her Father for doing it and her Mother for allowing it to go on. However, as for what Tim would say, she felt a little less sure. Roxanne either expected him to tell her how weak she was and how he now thought less of her for allowing it to go on or for Tim for all but demand she move in with him and his parents and vow to protect her from her Father.
 
Tim listened carefully to every word that Roxy spoke. Each one caused a growing concern. A mix of feelings and ideas filled him all at once. He wasn't furious, but determined. Something needed to be done. He had been suspicious for some time about her father and now that it had been confirmed he would not let him lay another hand on her. If he had not known he may have let her keep her secret, but knowing meant doing something. He let it all sink in and thought about what the best course of action would be. He wanted to confront the man, but knew that it was not a good idea. That wouldn't stop him. He also considered trying to talk to her mother to get her to do something, but if she hadn't acted in all those years he didn't think anything he could say would make her act.

He decided on a plan and finally responded to his girlfriend. "You need to call the authorities and get you and your mother out of that situation. You can't just let him continue hurting you. Call the cops and get things changed. I would also like to make sure you know that there are people who would be willing to take you in. You do not have to stay here." He had a couple of strange ideas that he definitely wouldn't speak out loud. He saw a wierd connection with her not getting out of the situation with her father which was dangerous and her not getting out of the cold which could have been dangerous. He also found it really strange that she actually enjoyed the kinky things they did even though her father was abusive. He would have thought that a person who got hit a lot by her father would hate the things they did in private. At least he knew that her father hadn't done certain things to her.
 
Roxanne found herself surprised, but not disappointed when Tim seemed to more or less remain calm. Despite that, though, Roxanne's muscles remained in the tense state they had become when she was telling him about her father. "I know that there are people who would take me in, Tim and what good would calling the cops do? You know my Mom, though, she would never admit that Dad beats her and they would have no proof, really. Besides that I could never get her to leave him. Most of the marks he leaves on me are minor and gone within days. The only time things get really bad is when he really loses his temper and most of the time he demands my Mom to keep me home from school until the marks are at least beginning to heal." She said with a sigh, seeming torn about what to do. Suddenly it seemed like a lot made sense now, though. Like how Roxanne seemed to almost change into a different person around her Father and how her Father never wanted Tim around her and how he thought he was a "Bad Influence" on his daughter.

After letting silence last between the two of them for several minutes Roxanne turned her head so that she was looking up at him, tears beginning to run down her face. "Tim, does this make you think any less of me?" She asked, almost sure that it would. Roxy was also certain that her confession to him made him view her as even more fragile.
 
Tim heard her make excuses, not reasons why she shouldn't do anything. Then she surprised him with her question. He shook his head right away. "No it does not. But I won't accept any excuses from you about this. You need to do something. You can not keep living like this. You are old enough to know better and your mother should know better than to let him do this to you. Don't be like your mother. Protect yourself and her by actually doing something. She may not leave, but you can. Maybe seeing you actually do something will inspire her to do the same. But I do know that doing nothing will only lead to you getting hurt more. That is not an option. Call the police or don't, but do something. If you don't, I will. And if he touches you again I will know it. You do realise I see you naked now. You can't hide things like that from me any more." He looked at her with a mix of worry for hersafety and determination that she should get out of the situation. He would not watch her make a mistake by staying.
 
Roxanne sighed as she listened to him, she knew he was right. Since her Father had began both emotionally abusing her by filling her head with ideas, or at least trying to and physically abusing her by treating as if she were his personal punching bag, she had ended up in the hospital countless times with unexplained fractures and broken bones along with countless other things that would appear as her being sick with something when it was really caused by him hurting her. "And say I don't go to the Police and just... Leave. Where the hell am I going to go that isn't states away from here. Babe, I couldn't expect you to be my boyfriend when I'm hundreds of miles away and can't be here with you." She said, not even having thought about possibly staying with him and his parents. While she knew how much they adored her and saw her as their own daughter, would those feelings change now that she was dating Tim? She would hope not and if they did she hoped they would see her more as a part of the family.

"Tim, babe, I honestly don't think she knows better. Maybe she did, once, back when he first started using her as his... Puppet." She said, at loss for a better word to use. "But you know how she is. She obeys him like he has taught her a good wife should while he puts on this act of being a loving husband and father. Hell, even her own child being hurt no longer matters to her and hasn't for a long time. So, don't hold your breath that she will leave him." She finished before leaning back against him so that her back was against his chest. "I don't want the cops involved if they don't have to be. I think maybe I should have my stuff packed when they get home. Maybe tell them about us and then tell them I'm leaving. That you know everything that has been going on." She said with a shrug, unsure of the details. She then paused several moments before speaking again. "Tim.. I know if he touches me again that you'll know but I never purposely hide them from you in the first place. It came down to he threatened me not to tell anyone or he would find someway to separate for good." While she knew it was silly to think her father could keep him away from her but it had become clear he played on her fears a lot.
 
Tim once again listened. It seemed she had not thought about the best options yet. She also didn't seem to see any urgency. He wasn't going to allow delay or changes in plans. He was going to make sure she got out of there. They could leave the house. They had their path. They would need to walk, but his house was not far. His determination was stronger than ever and he was quickly forming a plan. He just hoped she would go along with it. "We will get all your things packed before they get home, but we will also have them out of here. You will come to my hosue. At least for now. My parents will understand and I know they will want to help you. You can stay with my family as long as you need to. In our spare room. You are old enough to be away from home now. Your father can't force you back. Over the next few days you can get settled at my house and we will make all those preparations that we decided we needed as a couple as well. And now that we can leave, tonight we can have Christmas dinner at my house." He stated it all as if it was fact. It was what they needed to do. They would work out everything else later, as the time came. The biggest issue would be with how to pay for college for her without her parents support. But there were ways. They had plenty of time to find them too. The issue they had to deal with first was getting her out.
 
As Roxanne listened to him, she looked up into Tim's eyes and saw the fire of determination that burned within them. While she knew his need to be a bit possessive and protective over her had been there before she could see by the way he looked at her and by the way he was speaking that need was greater. Of course, now she was sure that he felt the need to protect her from both her parents; both from whatever guilt trip they would try and put her on and from her Father as much as laying another hand on her. When he brought up that she could stay with him and his parents, she didn't protest, knowing it was useless. Roxy also knew that they would welcome her with open arms for as long as she wanted to stay. She was more or less the daughter they never had and she knew that wouldn't change when they were told that the two were now dating. "I'm all for it, I just don't want to put you or your parents in danger. You guys have been my family in every way that counts." She said, remembering countless nights where she had stayed in their spare room, in fact, half of her belongings were probably already there.

When Roxy spoke again after pausing for a moment she let out a sigh. "Maybe I should go to the police and report him and get a restraining order, too." She said softly. She would be eighteen in a few months so it really did no good to try going for emancipation. When she was finally done speaking she sighed once again before kissing him on the lips. She knew she didn't really want to leave her Mother alone to deal with her Father, but she needed to do what would keep her protected from him.
 
Tim shook his head when she said she didn't want to put him or his family in danger. When she finally seemed to think going to the police was a good idea he felt relief. It seemed she was already on board with his ideas. That was great. He smiled into her kiss and held her a little tighter. "I love you and I just want you to be safe. Don't worry about my or my family. We can handle your father. He wouldn't dare try something with any of us outside of his own home and we wouldn't make the mistake of going anywhere alone where he could try something. We will make sure you are safe too, but a restraining order might help as a precaution." He kissed her once more.

He decided then to change the subject. "So, what now? I think tonight we could go to my house for Christmas dinner, or we could do something on our own here. What do you feel like doing? And what should we do right now? Whatever we do for dinner won't be for a little while. We can do whatever we want first."
 
Roxanne simply nodded when he assured her that she didn't have to worry about him and his family being put in harms way by her staying with them. She knew Tim was right: Her Father would never try to harm them outside of his own home. Image was everything to him and he couldn't allow his temper to get the best of him; he had to maintain his image as the loving father and husband. When kissed her she kissed him in turn, smiling against his lips.

When he then changed the subject to something that didn't involve her parents or her needing to have her things moved, she was thankful. "As for tonight, your house sounds like a great idea, my love." she said before kissing him again, finding that she was excited to tell his parents the news of their new relationship. She just wanted to be out of this house. "For right now..." She paused, trying to think of something that they could enjoy rather than something they had to do. "Well, we could shower together, since we both need one anyway and after that we could always at least begin to pack some of my things."
 
Tim liked that they agreed that going to his house for Christmas dinner with his family would be great. It would also give them the perfect opportunity to tell the good news. After dinner they would discuss the more serious business. When she suggested a shower together before packing some things and then going to his hosue he nodded. It sounded like a nice idea. They could just relax and have some nice quiet time together. That is, of course, if it didn't turn into something more active. He wouldn't plan it though. If it happened it would be in the moment. He kissed her cheek softly. "Sounds good. I'll call home and tell them to expect us for dinner. You can go get ready for the shower while you wait, if you want. Or you could just wait here for me. That's up to you." He smiled and kissed her lips. Then he reluctantly lifted her off his lap and went to get the phone so he could let his family know they would be there for dinner.
 
"I'm staying right here and waiting for my boyfriend. You didn't think I'd let you out of my sight, did you?" She asked in a joking tone, as if she were trying to keep both her mind and his from wandering to her parents and what had went on between her and her parents behind closed doors. When he kissed her one last time before reluctantly lifting her out of his lap and getting up to get the phone she kissed him back before watching him go. Now that they were off the subject of her parents Roxanne wouldn't dare admit it to herself nor Tim, but she was scared and because of that she seemed much more reluctant to leave his side because of how safe he made her feel.
 
Tim smiled at her and picked up the phone. He called home and a minute later his parents knew that he and Roxy would be there for dinner. Nothing else needed to be said at the moment and he hung up. He went over to his girlfriend and kissed her lovingly. He took her hand and got going upstiars toward the bathroom so they could have their shower together. Once in the bathroom he closed the door and pulled her close. With her against him he started to help her undress for the shower and let her do the same for him. With one hand he reached over quickly and turned on the water to let it heat up before they got in. He wanted to avoid the sudden shock of cold water. When they were both completely out of their clothes he slowly took a step back, holding onto her hand as he did.
 
Roxanne watched as Tim picked up the house phone and dialed his parents number, her eyes staying on him as he told either his Mom or Dad, to expect them for dinner tonight. Her eyes never left him, continuing to follow him as he hung up the phone and walked over to where she had remained seated in front of the fireplace. As he leaned down and kissed her lovingly she kissed him back, letting the blanket that she had been holding around her body fall to the floor. As Tim took her hand and pulled her up from her seat on the floor she smiled at him, happily following him up stairs.

Once into the bathroom she watched as Tim closed the door behind them and the next thing she knew he had her pulled close so that there was just enough space for them to undress each other. As he began to undress her with one hand she could hear him starting the water with the other and she began to undress him, squeezing in a kiss whenever she could. One they were both undressed she watched as she took a step back, but she could still feel his hand wrapped around her's. She didn't bother to ask what he was doing though, figuring he was either admiring the beauty he saw every time he looked at her or checking her over for any marks he may have over looked before.
 
Tim was simply admiring the beauty that was his girlfriend. He smiled and kissed her cheek before stepping into the shower and pulling her in after him. Once under the warm spray he relaxed for a minute there with her. It was really calming to just be in the shower close to her with the water running over their bodies. A short time later he got some soap and started to slowly wash the attractive girl in front of him. His hands moved over her gently and got her nicely covered with a good lather. He smiled at her happily, enjoying the feel of her soft skin beneath his hands. After all the drama of the day he loved having a nice tender moment together.
 
As he kissed her cheek she smiled, sure that as he looked her over he noticed the scars she had, there were only four of them and they were all in different places on her body. She was certain he had paid little mind to them before but now that he knew the way her father really treated her they really showed how bad it had gotten on more than one occasion. As he pulled her into the shower with him she kissed him, letting the warm water run over the two of them. When he reached for the soap a short time later she watched as he slowly washed her body. As his hands moved over her she found herself relaxing and didn't protest like she normally would, that he didn't need to be so gentle to her. In fact, after she opened up to him about her parents she seemed more able to live in the moment. "Tim, I love you." She said, loud enough so that he could hear her over the water. Roxanne them got some soap and began to wash him with a soft and attentive touch, kissing him on the lips whenever she saw the chance.
 
Tim smiled at her words and kissed her tenderly. Then he got her rinsed off. After that he let her start washing him. He loved the way she gently touched him. Her kisses made him happy and kept the smile on his face. When she finished washing him he rinsed off. He looked into her eyes and wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her body against his and pressed his lips to hers in a tight seal. He poured his passion and love into it, wordlessly expressing his strong feelings for her. The touch of her wet skin against his was sensual and amazing. He always enjoyed being so close to her, with nothing in the way. Nothing between them.
 
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