Tate couldn't believe that she had been gone for so long. Two weeks apart after what felt like eternity together really hurt him. Whenever the door was hit with a knock he was sure it was her. Just as he had given up the hope of her beautiful face showing up ready and forgiving there was another knock. This time it wasn't room service or a salesman, it was her, his Violet. She had been crying a lot, she told him. They sat on the bed of the old motel that he promised to never leave without her and she put her head on his shoulder and cried some more.

"I Am so sorry, Tate."

"I feel worse than you do, Vi. Trust me; I will never hit you again. I should never have lost my temper with you. It was just so much time together and I fell like this break was really needed, as hard as it was." He almost started to weep with her.

"Tate," she whispered, "Sometimes when you're given a reprieve you don't realize how great it was until it's over," She said it so low that he barely heard it though her sobs. "I am so sorry," She kept repeating her apology.

There was a demanding pound on the door. He got up to answer it.

"Stop apologizing, Vi. We're going to work on this and we can fix any problem we faced, I promise, I'm with you all the way."

"No, I really am sorry, Tate. I'm SO sorry, sorry," she had never cried as hard as she did then.

He decided to open the door before reassuring her again but with the several police waiting on the doorstep he couldn't. He just looked back at her with a look of disbelief that made her heart break. She sobbed harder and lay forward on the bed. She didn't want to have to see the sadness that replaced the promise in his eyes.

The first cop began to put him in the too tight to be comfortable handcuffs that would leave a red ring around his wrists. He didn't cry, she thought he would and still did because while they took him away her body shook and sorrys slipped out over and over again. She knew she could never take back what she did and she wouldn't want to. Especially the good times they shared in the first week of the road trip. She never forgot all the inside jokes they'd created or the feelings he made her feel even when she couldn't admit it. And he would never forget that day when he hit her, when he made the biggest mistake of his life and how he would always regret it.

A/N: This story is discouraging domestic violence and I hope if you are ever in a similar situation where someone is violent towards you that you leave immediately. Thank you for reading and reviewing.