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xx𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲









𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

They were already off to a poor start, “He didn’t tell you,” was definitely not something he wanted to hear because that of course made things seem a lot worse than they had to be. The smart a** in Bentley wanted to remind her that he wouldn’t be asking if he did, instead he simply shook his head and kept his focus on Scout, carefully. But as she recounted the memory his stomach began to churn and he couldn’t help the way his temper began to flair at her confession. “It does matter,” he said without hesitation, his voice carrying that hostility. It was one thing to leave Diane out there, which wasn’t okay in the first place but Scout, Aaron did that to his daughter. “He stranded Scout, anything could have happened,” he would know, he was one of the low life’s that wandered the streets not long ago.

Bentley quickly took in a deep breathe, he was angry, really angry but he had to remind himself that it wasn’t Diane who he was upset with and the last thing he wanted was to make Scout cry again. “I’ll talk to him when I get back,” talk, yell, what ever, but he definitely would. It was then that he finally looked over at Diane who was suddenly quiet, Bentley paying no mind to Scout for the first time all morning. “Hey, I’m just as angry as you are he started,” grabbing her hand so she would look at him. Immediately he regretted it but he was already here, “It won’t happen again, I promise,” and then he just starred at her, the electricity running down to his finger tips as their hands were the way they were. Jumping when Scout managed to wiggle her way in between the two of them, at what point she toddled over he was unsure. The only thing he did know was that Scout was also starring at Diane, now grabbing at her hand, and Bentley immediately let go so she could have it.

When the two had made it back to the house he set Scout down and opened the door for her, “Go find auntie Cherise, okay?” but not before kissing her round little cheeks again. The walk ended peacefully, thankfully, the both of them only focused on Scout for the remainder of it, and yet there still felt like there were some things unspoken. So the moment Scout did as she was told and the door was shut behind her he pulled out his cigarettes from his jacket pocket, and decided to light one, it was no longer a secret so what did timing matter anymore. Bentley let the silence linger taking a hefty drag and blowing the smoke out over his shoulder before extending it to Diane, unsure if her birthday was a one time thing or if she had actually picked up the habit as he had.

It was then they finally decided to say something, “I’m sorry, I am, about your mom.” sincerity dripping from his voice, watching as she picked the cigarette off of him, but with distance this time almost as if he was trying to keep their hands from touching. “And—, I’m sorry about me too. I never apologized and now you’ve had to deal with this twice.” This was only the second time he was acknowledging it had even happened, the first time only being a month ago and at the time he didn’t know how to say it. “I can’t tell you why she did it, I barely know why I did,” but for some reason he had been thinking about it a lot as of late, “I just—, I won’t leave Scout, I promise,” coming to a whole lot more conclusions this time around. Bentley had his days, some days tougher than others, but then he would think about Scout and the sun would start to shine through those clouds. “And you know I don’t break my promises” his mothers stupid engagement ring hanging around his neck even under all the layers he was wearing. It was still cold in Colorado but now with June around the corner he’d probably be taking the necklace off again soon since it was harder to hide.

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xx𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲








𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

Without a second thought he followed her around the house, letting the gentle breeze and light chill of the night clear his mind. Bentley took the cigarette the moment she gave it back, taking another calming drag, before nodding his head, acknowledging her words. He agreed, it wasn’t much, but it was start, “We both know that Scout was the best thing that has ever happened to me,” smiling at the way she acknowledged how much he had changed since her first being born because Bentley firmly believed that without her he wouldn’t be standing here today. He would often think about those first couple of months, being an absentee father, refusing to care for her or even hold her, and now waiting days to see her was enough to make his heart ache.

The moment she stuck her pinky out he starred at it, they had done this a hundred times before and yet it had been so long. Bentley hesitated even though he knew he could without a doubt promise what she was asking, a wave of nostalgia crashing over him, before he finally switched his cigarette into his non dominant hand. It was then that he stuck his pink out and locked it with hers, the warm from earlier had returned even in this weather, spring was no longer feeling like such a bummer. “For Scout,” he repeated, before letting the gentle rustle of the flowers around them consume their silence. It was then that Bentley knew that he should go, it didn’t feel like they were just talking about Scout anymore. “It’s getting late and I still have to get back,” and it was only then did he let go of her finger. “I’ll see you in a few days, tell Scout that I love her,” afraid that if he went back to the house it would be even harder to leave.

“Are you out of your ******** mind?” the moment Bentley had gotten back to Aaron’s place he immediately started. “I don’t care, how could you do that to my daughter, Aaron?” he shook his head and even held his hand up to keep Eleanor from adding anything in. “No, ******** that. You’re not allowed to be around Scout anymore unless I’m there,” and he was so serious, he would be picking up and dropping Scout from there on out, Scout would come to him with his therapy sessions if she had too, there was no way he was going to leave his daughter in his brother’s care any more. The irony not lost in the fact that Aaron was the only thing that gave him confidence to have Scout start coming over in the first place. “Not what? Acceptable? You leaving Scout in the ******** cemetery is unacceptable,” it was then that he finally looked over at Eleanor and acknowledged her since getting back. “Thank you for trying, Diane told me that you tried to help” and Bentley knew that Eleanor understood as he walked away no longer caring what else Aaron had to say because regardless of explanation the situation seemed pretty black and white.


𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

It was already late by the time Bentley had gotten back, Bentley doing some last minute things before he deciding to head to bed, when he received a text from Diane. There was a moment of worry and hesitation due to the hour, it being past midnight already, but after he had read both messages he couldn’t deny the way his heart picked up speed in the best way. Bentley replied almost immediately, thinking heavily over their soft encounters in the last twenty four hours.



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The moment he stepped inside the house it’s like Scout knew, she came rounding the corner, excitedly and right to him. Of course Bentley was ready, crouched down, and picking her up the moment she was in his arms. “Hey, Love Bug,” immediately he smiled and kissed her cheek, missing the fact that Diane was no where to be seen which was odd to say the least. “No, you’re not coming over to uncle Aaron’s today. I just missed you too much,” acknowledging the way she already missed her uncle but hiding the fact that how much it irritated him. Instead he focused on the way she threw her arms around his shoulders and squeezed, causing his heart to sing the way it always did when she showered him with little acts of love.

It was only when Scout began to wiggle, signaling she wanted to be put down, that Bentley began to wonder how much sugar she had today or if she had just woken from a nap, bouncing from one place to another. Bentley immediately followed her around the corner and into the open living room to see a sleeping Diane on the couch. Scout was fast, but he was faster, immediately scooping her up and keeping her from waking her mother. “Let’s let your mom rest,” it now made sense why Scout had so much energy, she was probably napping too before he had showed up. “You hungry?” unsure why he was even asking, knowing she usually was after a nap and as soon as she said she was he took her to the kitchen to make her something real quick, Diane probably already had something in the fridge for her.

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🗓️ may twenty-fourth 2018 12:09am

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𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

Diane’s mom senses had to have been tingling because Bentley had just opened the fridge door when she appeared in the door way. Being that he couldn’t see her he nearly jumped at her voice, closing it half an inch to actually look at her. Instead of saying anything right away he nodded and then opened it again to grab the yogurt in question and sure enough it was sitting right where she had said it was.

Bentley was just about to tear it open for their daughter, Scout still his arms, when she wanted down again so he had let her and then proceeded to prep it for her as she ran over to her mother. “You sure there will be enough for her to do?” he asked cautiously. He had vivid memories of him and his brother, Diane and Cherise, running down to the fair always during summer time but that didn’t change the fact that it could be a dangerous environment. They were young and stupid with little to no supervision, it didn’t mean he would want the same thing for hir daughter.

As he waited for her answer he crossed the distance, grabbing one of Scouts little rubber spoons from the drawer, now standing directly in front of the both of them. “I mean, we can, we don’t really have anything planned,” or at least Aaron hadn’t said anything yet. Bentley listened as she spoke to him but his focus remained on Scout, easily feeding her and trying to keep it as clean as possible for Diane’s sake. “Would we go on Scout’s actual birthday? I’d need to tell Aaron and—,” he paused, now looking up at her and away from Scout, spoon mid yogurt scoop. “Did you want me to invite Aaron and Eleanor?” he questioned softly, Scout’s attention suddenly picking up at the mention of those two.

The question laid their dangling in the air, the discomfort now apparent in the room but Diane had every right to refuse Aaron’s appearance at their daughters birthday after what he had pulled. Instead of filling it Bentley just starred, and then without a thought lifted his hand and smoothed out Diane’s hair, pushing the bed head behind her ears. “You look—,” he started and then sheepishly dropped his hand, grabbing the spoon again. “Tired, you could have rested longer if you needed too,” he finished and then realized there was suddenly nothing left inside the little cup anymore. Did they make toddler sized yogurts smaller or? He stupidly asked himself and then all at once remembered one of the reasons he had wanted to come over here besides planning Scout’s party.

“I forgot my notebook. After we argued—,” Bentley awkwardly ran his fingertips through his hair trying to figure out a better way to phrase it, the words coming out faster than his clouded brain could stop it. “Do you know where you put it?” asking as he followed her to the living room where they had last had it, the argument playing fresh in his head as if he was reliving it. But of course Bentley was trying to be better, and decided not to acknowledge it any further as long as he got the journal back. This time he’d take it with him and keep better track of it, Diane would be the first and last person to see it.

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𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

There was nothing to do but stand their awkwardly as she searched for it, but the longer he stood their the more uncertain he became, deciding he should help so he could grab it and head back. They already communicated what they wanted to do for Scout’s birthday, he got to see his daughter on a day that wasn’t his, the last thing Bentley wanted to over stay his welcome. So he crouched down beside her, fingers skimming the small stack, Bentley being able to pick out the journal like a needle in a haystack with how often had used it. But of course, it wasn’t there, instead it stood a few feet away in the hands of a now standing Milo who had come out of absolutely no where.

As soon as Scout ran off, he reached out to grab her, his fingers grazing her shirt, but he wasn’t quick enough. Before he knew it he was watching carefully as Scout stood between the three of them, reaching up for the journal, much like she had been yesterday. It was only when Diane blocked his view of Milo did he look away and to her, silently questioning why she would invite him over when she knew Milo would be stopping by as well. She knew how much tension there would be, but maybe not to the extent of how much animosity had formed since the last time they had seen each other. Bentley didn’t remember that night a hundred percent clearly, he had been drinking a lot with Cherise and Eden that night, but he remembered just enough.

Bentley was already angry, angry over the fact that Milo had his journal, angry at the fact that he had ripped it apart when it wasn’t his property to begin with, but the thing that had the tension in his jaw so tight was the way he started reading excerpts from it one by one. And yet, Bentley let him, allowing Milo to get out what he needed, practicing patience, remembering how upset Scout had gotten the last time he had raised his voice, and deciding he’d never want his daughter to be scared of him like that ever again, not like the way Bentley was with his father. Without a second thought, “Diane, I’m going to need you to take Scout upstairs.” The moment Diane tried to refuse, tried to talk to him, he barked, “Diane, now." his patience running thin, not letting her get another word in because it wasn’t up for discussion, at least not right now, not like this.

If he had been thinking more clearly he would have been able to notice the discomfort written all across Diane's face but instead he was focused on his daughter. He gently smiled at her, reassuring her that everything was okay as she was walked up the stairs as told. But the moment she was out of sight his entire demeanor changed, “You’re Diane’s problem, meaning I have no reason to tell you who I talk to or who I write about or anything ******** personal about me,” the air in the room growing thick and palpable, the distance purposeful, loud even now that they were alone. As much as Bentley didn't want to, he knew what would happen if Milo decided to take even the slightest step forward.

His hands stayed hidden away deep into the lining of the jacket pocket, knowing hiding how tightly they were balled into fists was his safest option, but he couldn't how tense his body now stood opposite of him. “Maybe you should stop being concerned with who I'm talking to and worry about yourself,” neither confirming or denying the allegations fully because he wasn't ready to admit it, he was happier knowing that Diane thought he was writing about Eden. “I’m sure cheating makes a person paranoid and insecure,” his gaze drifted down to the now useless pieces of paper, a time capsule that he’d never get back, fueling everything he was feeling inside further. “You always ******** have been,” Bentley was a lot of things, but he was none of the things Milo wore proudly.

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𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

As soon as Milo put his hands on him first all thoughts and patience forgotten as he pulled his fist out of his jacket pocket and swung without a thought. This all would have been avoided if Milo had kept the space between them, claiming this is what Bentley deserved when Bentley hardly saw that he did a damn thing wrong. “Milo, keep putting your nose into my business and you won’t have any working hands to do anything with,” he threatened. And just like that, as Milo tried to recover Bentley shoved him back giving him no time to do so. The moment Milo’s back hit the wall Bentley grabbed onto his shirt, this time speaking through gritted teeth. “Wether you like it or not, Scout’s our daughter and I will always be in Diane’s life because of it,” Bentley gripped onto his shirt tighter, keeping his hands busy, knowing it was the only thing from keeping him swinging again. He knew Milo wouldn’t be able to stand up to him the way he wanted, Bentley was used to nasty street fights growing up and this was nothing in comparison. “And when Diane finally realizes how big of a piece of s**t you are I’ll be right there too, with one last shove, as if he was trying to press the words into Milo’s soul he was finally about to let go.

But as he loosened his grip he heard Diane come around the corner, unsure of how much she had heard, Bentley almost embarrassed at the thought even though there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything he had said, he had mean’t every word of it, but it didn’t matter, he had no time to think, because the moment he turned his head to look at her he felt a sweltering pain to the side of his face just beneath his eye. Instead of letting go like he should have, his mind flew back to those uneasy days, Bentley ignoring the bruise that was already starting to bloom on his cheek. “Go ahead, Milo, do it again,” he said as he pulled him in, faces inches away, before Bentley slammed him back against the wall behind them. “But you better hope to what ever based God you believe in that you knock me the ******** out,” he said now looking back at Milo, Bentley’s full weight pressing into him. He could hear Diane’s pleads behind them, fuzzy, but he could hear them none the less even while seeing red. There was no visible space between them, apparent as to what kind of threat that was woven into his words as he starred down at Milo beneath his grip. Bentley was done fighting, he had let those days ago, but all it took was the right person to bring it back out of him. He knew that once he calmed down he would see it that way, be disappointed in the progress he had just let go, just not right now, not like this and not when it involved someone so important to him like Diane.

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𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴
It wasn’t until Diane wedged her hands between the two, verbally asking them to stop, all three of them knowing she wasn’t strong enough to pull Bentley away even if she wanted too. It was Bentley’s choice to make, she knew it, he knew it, “There’s not always going to be someone there to save you,” and fortunately for Milo, Bentley decided to make the right one this time around. As he spoke he didn’t break eye contact with Milo, using one hand to keep his grip on his shirt, the other to rip his journal out of Milo’s hand. It was useless to him now, the pages frail and bent, more than likely to fall apart completely when he opened it back up, but it was his to keep. It was only then did he release his grip from Milo’s shirt, watching him carefully almost as if he was challenging him to do something else so Bentley had an excuse to take this further. But for the sake of everyone involved, Milo left, Bentley stayed quiet, only taking one last glance at the door as if he was planning to bolt out of there too.

He had every plan to leave right this second, he was upset about what had just happened because truthfully Bentley wanted it to. It felt good to get out his frustrations in such an unhealthy way, something he had lost the need for what felt like forever ago, and yet there he was doing it all over again everything coming back to him like second nature. He didn’t know why he did it, he just did, lost in thought as he followed Diane into the kitchen, an even bigger part of him sorry for barking at her the way he did. Of course he wasn’t surprised when she brought it up either, Bentley listening to her as she grabbed the bag of peas and placing it just below his eye. The bruise was already blooming on his cheekbone, he could feel it. “I know, I’m sorry. Just— Scout,” he said their daughters name hoping that Diane would simply understand. “I don’t want her to see me like that. I don’t want her to think of me as—,” the words got caught in his throat as the thought of James flashed through his mind like a ghost, the phantom pains still engraved into every crevice.

“Milo, I hit him first,” so he changed the subject unsure as to why he was trying to defend him, maybe it was the guilt. The accusations from the previous day of him interfering ringing loudly in his head or maybe that was just the come down of adrenaline from Milo getting such a clean shot now that it was dissipating. “I don’t like the way he treats you,” but Bentley couldn’t help himself, especially because what Eleanor had told Aaron in confidence was much louder. “When you asked me if it was okay for you to date Milo I said yes, because I said I wanted you to be happy,” Bentley pulled the bag from his face, leaning against the counter and looking down at her as he thought over his words carefully before continuing. “But you don’t seem happy,” he couldn't give her specifics, didn't want too, but he needed Diane to know that she deserved more than what either him or Milo had ever given her.

And the only way he could think to do that is with the way he looked at her with those big imploring blue eyes of his, because Bentley knew that Diane could read him, journal entries forgotten and damned. “Diane, I just want you to—,” to what? to see herself the way he did? To love herself enough the way Bentley did endlessly and without a second thought? He started again, unsure where he was going but it didn’t matter all that much when his phone started going off several times in succession inside his pocket. These days it hardly went off, especially not like that, so he took it out without a thought, regretting it immediately. Bentley made a face, some where in between annoyance and knowing he should just let it go, he didn’t exactly want to deal with the issue right this second. Instead he swiped away the messages, leaving it on read, and slid his phone away.

The interruption was like a splash of cold water, the last half hour suddenly catching up to him as he looked back up at Diane. “I should get going,” Bentley placed the frozen bag on the counter and straightened himself up as he spoke. “I’m sorry, about today,” and Bentley really wished that one of these days he’d be able to stop having to apologize to her but all he could do was take things one step at a time. “It won't happen again,” but as he said the words he knew that if Diane asked him to promise those words right this second he wouldn't be able too. As little as he wanted to admit it Bentley knew that things would have escalated outside of his control if Diane hadn’t stepped in when she did. And as little as he liked it, Diane was going to choose Milo over and over again and that was enough for him to make the conscious decision to make his leave.

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𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆-𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

It took him all of half the walk back to Aaron’s house, fully processing the events that just had unfolded, and remembering what happened the last time he had shown up with a wound on his face, all thanks to his messy night out with Cherise months ago. It was only then did he take his phone back out and pull up the stack of unread messages from one person in particular. Bentley reread the messages over and over again, Eden apologizing for her actions, and maybe it was because he was backed into a corner, feeling a million different things and unable to think clearly, he responded and agreed to meet up. After that evening Bentley had started to see her regularly again, it kept him out of the house while his cheek began to heal and to some stroke of luck Aaron hadn’t been around enough to notice the bruise as it faded from black and purple to a soft brown in the matter of a week and a half or so. The two of them not sharing more than two words as they went each time in passing, maybe Aaron was purposely deciding not to address but either way Bentley was thankful for it.

When Bentley received Diane’s message nearly two weeks later he sat there and starred at it, as if doing so would change anything that had happened since the last time he had seen her. The idea that Scout had missed him, resorting to clinging onto his shirt because he refused to see her, made his heart ache. It was his week with her starting this past Monday, and instead of going to grab his daughter he sent a quick, “I can’t take Scout this week, sorry” to Diane without further explanation, the explanation being the bruise that starred back at him in the mirror. Bentley was surprised when he saw what it formed into the next morning after the initial hit. Honestly, he didn’t expect Milo to know how to throw a punch but sure enough the deep black and blues on his cheekbone, was enough to prove him wrong. The wound was so loud even as it was now faded into mostly nothing, but it was a constant remind of the way he acted two weeks ago, causing him to leave Diane on read for much longer than what was necessary. This was not the version he wanted Scout to see, but the longer he weighed his options, the longer he starred down at the photo of his beautiful daughter that Diane had sent over the night before, the more guilty he began to feel.

It wasn’t until the very last minute, checking the clock repeatedly and the time which Aaron was supposed to be home from work, did Bentley decide to grab his things and run out the door, texting Diane on the way that he’d be coming over. The bruise was nearly nothing and would surely be gone over the next couple days, it would be easy for Scout to miss it. And yet, after receiving Diane’s message and making his way upstairs to his old room, upon arrival was he proven wrong not long after. Instead of responding to Diane’s comment about looking exhausted he simply reached out for his daughter and focused on that instead. He wouldn’t trouble his ex with the fact that no, he hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last couple of weeks, carefully avoiding his brothers presence to prevent another argument. No, he hadn’t necessarily stayed sober thanks to Eden wiggling her way back into his life, at least it wasn't pills, right? No, he wasn’t wearing a beanie to hide the fact that he buzzed his hair only two days ago on a whim, because he hated the person who looked back at him so much he couldn’t stand it. And no, he had not stopped thinking about Diane and the way he had left both her and his daughter that afternoon.

When Scout pushed against his chest he looked down at her with the upmost patience, simply pushing the hair away from her face, and waiting for her to meet his gaze. “Hey, Love bug, why are you giving your mom so much trouble?” Instead of receiving his answer his daughter immediately pushed her face into his chest as if she knew she was guilty of exactly that. “I know Scout, I’ve missed you too,” it was then that he expected her to say it back like she always did or maybe an ”I love you,” but when she looked back up at him, placing her hand under his eye where the remnants of his bruise sat, did his face twist into something else. Her touching it, claiming “Daddy has an owie,” was enough to have him pull back away from her touch, taking a moment to school his face, knowing what it probably looked like from the outside, before he was able to turn his cheek and kiss her hand that still sat in the air. “Daddy’s okay,” he spoke softly to his daughter as if he didn’t want Diane to hear knowing she would pick up that it was lie. “Yeah, I was just up late last night,” and the night before that and the night before that too, purposely running from his feelings instead of being left to his thoughts.

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𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘅𝘁𝗵, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴


It took him all of half the walk back to Aaron’s house, fully processing the events that just had unfolded, and remembering what happened the last time he had shown up with a wound on his face, all thanks to his messy night out with Cherise months ago, did he take his phone back out and pull up the stack of unread messages from one person in particular. Bentley reread the messages over and over again, Eden apologizing for her actions, and maybe it was because he was backed into a corner, feeling a million different things and unable to think clearly, he responded and agreed to meet up. After that evening Bentley had started to see her regularly again, it kept him out of the apartment while his cheek began to heal and to some stroke of luck Aaron hadn’t been around enough to notice the bruise as it faded from black and purple to a soft brown in the matter of a week and a half or so. The two of them hadn't shared more than two words as they went each time in passing, maybe Aaron was too busy with Eleanor to notice or maybe he was purposely deciding not to address the situation but either way Bentley was thankful for it.

When Bentley received Diane’s message nearly two weeks later he sat there and starred at it, as if doing so would change anything that had happened since the last time he had seen her. The idea that Scout had missed him, resorting to clinging onto his shirt because he refused to see her, made his heart ache. It was his week with her starting this past Monday, and instead of going to grab his daughter he sent a quick, “I can’t take Scout this week, sorry,” to Diane without further explanation, the explanation being the bruise that starred back at him in the mirror. Bentley was surprised when he saw what it formed into the next morning after the initial hit. Honestly, he didn’t expect Milo to know how to throw a punch but sure enough the deep black and blues on his cheekbone, was enough to prove him wrong. The wound was so loud even as it was now faded into mostly nothing, but it was a constant remind of his shitty actions, causing him to leave Diane on read for much longer than what was necessary. This was not the version of himself that he wanted Scout to see, but the longer he weighed his options, the longer he starred down at the photo of his beautiful daughter that Diane had sent over the night before, the more guilty he began to feel.

It wasn’t until the very last minute, checking the clock repeatedly and the time which Aaron was supposed to be home from work, did Bentley decide to grab his things and run out the door, texting Diane on the way that he’d be coming over. The bruise was nearly nothing and would surely be gone over the next couple days, it would be easy for Scout to miss it. And yet, after receiving Diane’s message and making his way upstairs to his old room, upon arrival was he proven wrong not long after. Instead of responding to Diane’s comment about looking exhausted he simply reached out for his daughter and focused on that instead. He wouldn’t trouble his ex with the fact that no, he hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last couple of weeks, carefully avoiding his brothers presence to prevent another argument. No, he hadn’t necessarily stayed sober thanks to Eden wiggling her way back into his life, at least it wasn't pills, right? No, he wasn’t wearing a beanie to hide the fact that he buzzed his hair only two days ago on a whim, the day he was supposed to pick up Scout , because he hated the person who looked back at him so much he couldn’t stand it. And no, he had not stopped thinking about Diane and the way he had left both her and his daughter that afternoon.

When Scout pushed against his chest he looked down at her with the upmost patience, simply pushing the hair away from her face, and waiting for her to meet his gaze. “Hey, Love bug, why are you giving your mom so much trouble?” Instead of receiving his answer his daughter immediately pushed her face into his chest as if she knew she was guilty of exactly that. “I know Scout, I’ve missed you too,” it was then that he expected her to say it back like she always did or maybe an ”I love you,” but when she looked back up at him, placing her hand under his eye where the remnants of his bruise sat, did his face twist into something else. Her touching it, claiming “Daddy has an owie,” was enough to have him pull back away from her touch, taking a moment to school his face, knowing what it probably looked like from the outside, before he was able to turn his cheek and kiss the tiny little hand that still sat in the air. “Daddy’s okay,” he spoke softly to his daughter as if he didn’t want Diane to hear knowing she would pick up that it was lie. Although, right after, “Yeah, I was just up late last night,” and the night before that and the night before that too, a half truth. It was a lot easier running from his feeling when he wasn't home and alone with his thoughts.

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june 5th - bentley / Scout (1)

june 9th - eleanor / picnic date (2)

june 20th - engagement photos aaron / eleanor (2)

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🗓️ june eighth 2018 12:02pm

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