"You need to stop getting hurt." Kendrick sighs, cleaning the open wound. A scrape on the knee. Might not be big to some, but to Kendrick it was big..because that means you were hurt in the process of getting that mark.

The doctor's office was silent, only filled by silent sounds of breathing coming from the two men.

"Where else is it?" He questioned after wrapping up the injured knee. His question was followed with a silent answer of you pointing at his elbow, another large scrape. Kendrick sighed again, a small smile coming to his face when he got a quick glance of your beautiful face.

Kendrick remembered it like it was yesterday, the screaming match between the two in their shared apartment.

"You're a fucking whore!" Kendrick yelled out at you, words that he immediately regretted.

Kendrick misread everything. You had been going out a lot with his friends, and Kendrick just got jealous. He started doubting your loyalty.

So, the only logical thing to do (or what he thought at the time was logical), was looking through your phone.

He found chats between one of your exes and him, and the ex was clearly still interested in you, continuously flirting, even if you would not act on the flirting, even seemingly uninterested, but Kendrick was too mad to care. He immediately accused you of cheating.

Fuck, he regretted it.

After the silence between the two became unbearable to Kendrick, he realized that he had to say something to you. To apologize to his pretty boy for what he did. He wanted you back.

He needed you back.

"You know, you always come to my office whenever you get hurt." He states, his eyes staying on the injury as he applied cream to it, "you don't have to get hurt just to see me," he teased, hoping his advances won't ho unnoticed to his ex-boyfriend.

"I'm sorry.." he whispers softly, feeling his eyes well up with tears. "I should've never yelled at you like that, nor should I have doubted us."

Kendrick looks up at you, his eyes vulnerable and teary, "I love you...I-I can't get over you."

"You're my pretty boy. I can't let you go."

Kendrick falls to his knees in front of you, sniffling as he presses his forehead to your knees. "I miss you so fucking much..I'm a mess without you."

"Stop coming back to me...j-just leave me alone..." he pleads, tears streaming down his face as the guilt and pain comes back slowly, "every time you come here, I get the sense that you still care. When I know you don't...y-you're just using me.."