We were out at some event. Lass, D, and myself. Something happened, I don't recall what, and D told Lass to leave. I could see she was hurt, but she left. No questions, no struggle, just left. I confronted him about it. Told him it wasn't ok. So he told me to leave, too.
I went after her. I was talking to her about what happened, when he came out and found us. She went to him. No questions. Still plainly hurting, but she wouldn't say anything. So I confronted him again. Told him that just because she wouldn't stand up for herself didn't make it ok. That I wasn't going to stand by and let him treat her that way. He told me that if I didn't like it, I could leave.
He told me to leave.
I waited. Trying to judge if he was serious. Trying to see if she would protest. Nothing happened. I left.
Walking away, I kept hoping somebody would chase me down. Stop me. Come with me. No one did.
No matter how frustrated I get. No matter how annoyed. I love you, Lass. And I would sacrifice much to see you safe. To keep you from harm. Before everything blew up this morning, this is what I was telling D about. This dream. That I would stand for you even at this cost.