"Jessie." Rick said, storming over to her house. She was now in the garage, working on a bike. She seemed to have gotten over being upset, and Rick thinks he understood why she was upset now.
"Oh, Hello Rick." She replied, smiling and standing up, brushing dirt off her jeans.
"Jessie, has Pete been hitting you?" He asked, concerned.
Her smile quickly faded into a frown. "Rick, that isn't any of your buisness." She snapped, shooting a glare at him.
"Actually, yes it is. I was appointed as Sheriff, and its my job to protect everyone, and you're part of this community." He stated, and her expression softened.
"Rick..." She replied, tears welling into her eyes.
Rick pulled her into a hug, patting her back. She didn't hug back though. "I know you don't want to tell me, but I don't want you getting hurt. I care about you."
She pulled away from him. "I-I can't. And I think you need to leave Rick. I'm sorry."
"I understand..." He said, but inside, his heart felt shattered.
As he walked away, he began to think.
He would find out, and if she was, Pete was not walking away with a simple scratch.
