Angry

When Libby said she didn't know what had happened, Ty was ready to walk away. If she wouldn't tell him, it hurt like nothing else, but he wouldn't wait around for the truth.

Realizing Libby was starting to speak again, he waits, looking her in the eye as she explains. And when he hears what really happened, a strange sensation begins to churn in his veins. It was a boiling, burning feeling that he wasn't sure could be described - there were too many emotions involved to pick just one.

Moving his hand a little, his thumb lightly brushes her tear away as he continues to listen. His gut tightens and he feels like screaming as he sees the hurt and fear in Libby's eyes. This wasn't right on so many levels.

Hearing her apology, Ty's eyes become pools of soft empathy. Not only did he feel sorrow for her, but he could relate... and that's something he never told her. Was a tear that formed in his own eye? He wasn't sure. But he didn't take the time to find out. Instead, he pulls Libby close, but being ever so gentle, knowing that she was sore.

Letting her rest her head against his shoulder, he rocks her just a little. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about," he tells her sternly. "Absolutely nothing."

His mind was already going a hundred miles an hour. He had heard the shouting when he'd been at her house before... he'd seen the fear in her eyes then, but hadn't asked about it. He should have seen the signs sooner. He should have acted sooner. He knew that this was the work of her stepfather and it started a cold anger burning deep within.

Pulling away, he looks at Libby again, the sternness still in her eye. "You're done working for the day," he informs without asking. "And we're going downtown to report this. And then we're going to the hospital."