Chapter 8: Aftermath

Beau walked back to the guest bedroom (that Marigold was in) thinking, 'What did I just do? I lost my temper in a way that I almost never do but… Seeing what he did to Marigold killed me. I just couldn’t control myself. The fact that he would do that to a woman is bad enough and that alone would have made me knock out his teeth but the fact that he did this to Marigold… If Carls wasn’t there to stop me… I would have turned into a completely different person. I would have gone too far.’ Beau stood at the doorway of the guest bedroom (that Marigold was in) and saw Marigold sitting down, hunched over, covering her face while she cried. He walked over to her, kneeled down to her level, and said, “You don’t have to worry about Trad anymore, he’s gone for good…” Marigold stuttered, “I-I w-was so em-embarrassed and y-you just o-over powered m-me.” Beau asked, “What are you…” Marigold slammed her hand on her chair’s armrest, looked up at Beau as tears ran down her cheeks, and interrupted him,