Daisy has been my friend for years. I love her to death and would do anything to protect her and make sure she was happy. And I know Tom doesn’t make Daisy happy. She hates being married to him. Sure, they were happy at one point, but then the happiness faded. I remember the first time I heard them argue. I wasn’t purposely listening in on their conversation, but I’m glad I was. There was yelling, screaming, arguing, crying, and finally the thunder of a sharp slap. I wasn’t sure who hit who at first, but then Daisy came down stairs, tears rushing down her face, and ran out the front door. I dropped what I was doing and chased after her. I finally caught up to her and turned her around and saw the red hand print that was still visible on her face. She broke down and I held her close. I told her this was never to happen to her again. I walked her back inside and sat her down, letting her compose herself once again. While she did that, I went upstairs to confront Tom. In less detail, Tom had a broken nose and apologized to Daisy, swearing never to hit her again, in the same day. That’s why I listen in on their conversations now. I protect Daisy.
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