She looked at her. "What? that's nuts." she said to her as she started to scramble the eggs. "Those bruises if you must know are from farm work. Falling off horses, and some home course I gave myself. " she said as she got Kim's eggs ready. She grabbed a plate from the cupboard and put them on a plate, a long with a few pieces of bacon. She wanted to yell at herself about the whole thing, she should not have taken her shirt off. She went and grabbed the shirt and put it back on, as she handed Kim her eggs. "And yes Patrick does know." she said as she put her shirt over her head. She was going to protect Pat at all costs. but he worried about her? She smiled at the thought. "My dad is just protective. he doesn't want me living around here forever, and wont let me date." She said as she looked at her own plate of Scrambled eggs.

Kimberly's attitude seemed to soften, she wasn't sure what to believe. "I am really sorry about earlier." she said quietly. "And I am sorry your Dad is that strict, I miss my Dad and my Mom." She played with the eggs on her plate, no longer looking at Belle.

She nodded. "I miss my mom too." She said as she looked down at her plate as well. "My mom left when I was little. Two days after I was born she walked out of my dads life." she said as she took a bite out of her bacon. "I'm all he has now." she said as she put the rest of her bacon down. "Hey were do you think Patrick went? When do you think he will be back?" she asked her with a small smile, and a little laugh.

Kimberly shrugged. "He is probably out riding Shiloh again. He left on that horse last when we arrived yesterday. I really don't know where he went, but he got back at 1 this morning." She told Belle before taking a bite of the eggs. "These are really good, thanks for making them."

She nodded. "Thanks I cook a lot." she said. She didn't want to say why she was always cooking, she just wanted to sit and eat with Patrick and be happy. She munched on a few more eggs and decided she was finished and got up to put her plate away. "I will be right back." she said as she walked out of the kitchen and headed for the bathroom.

When she got in the bathroom the first thing she did was turn on the sink water, and drenched her face with water. She grabbed the hand towel they always had hanging, and whipped her face. She slowly took off her shirt, and then lifted up her tank top. The bruises were so visible it was insane. Her back was a mixture of colors, purple, black, blue, yellow. Some of them were healing, others where just getting darker because they were not being given time to heal. She gave a sigh. Kim had seen them.. And she knew.. Or at least thought she knew.

Kimberly sighed, looking out the window. She saw Patrick riding toward the woods, he had mentioned a place that he often went to that was out there. A small pool of water at the base of a small waterfall. She would tell Belle when she came out. She finished her breakfast and put the plate in the sink. 'I am not going to tell, that's her job to tell, not mine.' Kim told herself.

OoC: I have nothing else to post for a while haha. I was waiting for her to tell Patrick and him get upset because she wouldn't tell him. or something. Maybe post as Patrick where he is and stuff for a while. Cuz I got nothing :(

Kimberly decided to go outside, she wanted to see some of the horses. She went out petting a couple of the horses. "Finally out here I see..." Patrick's voice came from behind and when she turned he was getting off Shiloh and leading him back to his stall. Kimberly had tears streaming down her cheeks.

Patrick walked over to her, setting his hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?" he asked. Kim sniffled. "I saw something on Belle's back...Bruises." she said quietly. "I remember you saying something about her father." Patrick looked down. 'That's what she was lying about' he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and turned his head. "Thanks for telling me Kim."

Patrick took off running to the house, entering he slammed the door shut behind him. "Why didn't you tell me Belle!?" he yelled, looking around for her.

She sniffled. She was so sick of crying. She needed to tell him. She had no choice she promised not to keep anything from him. She rubbed her eyes and then turned off the sink and walked out. Just then she heard the door slam. "Why didn't you tell me Belle!?" She started to cry all over again. She couldn't help it this time. She walked until she found him. She looked at him. "I....I need... to tell... you something.." She said through the tears.

Patrick's look softened some and he looked at her. "Bell...You can tell me anything." he said softly. 'I just hate secrets. I hate lying.' he added in his mind. "Just tell me the truth." he said out loud.

" I.. I don't know how to.. I can't hurt him.." She said with a cry. But She knew he could see them. The tank top showed her shoulders, there were bruises on them. She looked at him with a quivering chin. Slowly she turned around, hands shaking she lifted up the back of her Tank top revealing her back, and all her secrets with it.

Patrick cringed, his eyes wide. "Bell...Why couldn't you tell me before? You know my father would have let you stay here." he said, looking away. He couldn't stand to see Belle hurt. He was trying to think of options on how to help her, part of him really wanted to tell his Dad. The other part of him wanted to go show her father how it felt.

Slowly she put her tank top back down. "Im sorry. " she said with a cry. "I just make him mad some days. Mostly on Fridays." she said. Slowly she fell to the ground, and just sat there hugging her knees. She looked up at him. "Please don't tell." she said trying not to cry as she asked him. "I'm all my dad has, I love him." she said as she wiped away the tears. That moment she knew that Kim had told him, she didn't care she was happy in some ways and in some ways she was not. "You must be so embarrassed to be seen with me." she said with a sniffle.

Patrick knelt down, hugging her. "I am not embarrassed to be seen with you. I have no reason to be, besides I don't care what others think and you know that." he said softly. "Bella...Just because your father is mad, doesn't mean that he should do that to you. Bell he could seriously hurt you, one wrong hit and you could be seriously hurt...Even...killed." he held back tears, his voice becoming shaky. 'She loves him? After that she still loves him?' he didn't say what he was thinking. "If you really love your father, you would tell someone and get him help."

Bell held on for dear life as he hugged her. He had no idea how much those words meant to her. He was not embarrassed to be around her. She looked at him as she held in some of the tears now that she was calming down. "I don't know how... I couldn't even tell you... All these years, I wanted to tell you. That's why I got a job here, and always put in over time, and hung out with all of you every chance I got." she said as she buried her face in his shirt. "I didn't want to fall for you, and I did. I knew I couldn't tell you, and I was not planing on it." She confessed. "I didn't want you to get hurt." she said as she looked up at him.

Patrick held her close. "I've suspected this for awhile, but I wanted to hear you say it. You need to say it, you didn't need for me to ask you if it was true." he kissed her cheek. "How would I get hurt? I am happier now then I have ever been. I have everything I have wanted for myself at this age." he told her, wiping away any left over tears.

She looked up at him, as he whipped away the tears. "Because he could have hurt you too." she said as her crying slowly calmed down. She tried to get up a little, but she couldn't. She was to tried after all the crying, and staying up all night. She looked at him. "I couldn't let you get hurt and then watch your family suffer." she said with a whisper.

Patrick stared at her. "Bell...My father wouldn't stand for that. He wouldn't let him hurt me and he sure as hell wouldn't let him hurt you anymore." he told her, looking down at the floor. "Let him hurt me, I would have fought back." He sighed, standing up before extending his arms out to her to help her up.

She watched in horror as he stood up. she shook her head. "No I won't let him ever hurt you." She said as she took his hand. "Don't you get it?" She said as she pulled herself up. "I can't even think about him hurting you over me, I couldn't let that happen." She said with complete honesty in her voice.

Patrick stared. "Bell...I hate seeing you hurt. I would do anything to make sure that guy never hurts you again." he said, looking down. "If you won't let me do something about it then I will have to tell my father. Bella, I don't have any other choice." He looked up at her again, his eyes glistened with tears. 'I can't let that jerk hurt her, I just can't.' he thought to himself.