I was all for you

Beth had decided to take Austin's offer to go out on a date. Beth decided to wear one of her new outfits to dinner. She wore a pastel blue skirt with a cream coloured blouse tucked in and white Mary Janes. She wore her usual preppy girl look even though she could be herself Austin. Austin dressed in black skinny jeans and a grey button down. He was so excited for this date, and he was going to try his absolute hardest to not fuck it up by hurting her. He was dressed and waiting for Beth to come out so he decided to go and knock on the bethroom door.

"Hey Beth, you ready?" He asked softly

"Ya, just a second Austin, I can't find one of my earrings." Beth called out.

"Oh, um, here, let me in and I might be able to help you." Austin said. Beth unlocked the door and let Austin in. Her breathe was taken away when she saw Austin standing there. His tall strong figured looking down at her.

"um, so I dropped it around here." Beth said, pointing at the ground

"Alright, I'll help look." Austin said. They both kneeled on the ground and started looking.

"Oh, is this it?" Austin said holding up a diamond earring, but part of the diamond was missing.

"Oh god, it broke." Beth said, taking the broken earring in her hand. She started crying slightly.

"Hey Beth... Um, what's wrong?" Austin asked confused

"My grandma gave me these earrings in the hospital the day she.... You know. They were hers and she told me that as long as I have the earrings she'll be with me. And now... Now what?" Beth said

"Oh, Beth it's... It's okay." Austin said, bringing her into a tight hug. He stroked her hair, and made soothing sounds to try and calm her. He decided that he would buy her a new pair to try and make her feel a little better.

"God I'm sorry Austin. I shouldn't be crying." Beth said as she wiped her streaked mascara off her face. "Hey, it's almost 7:00. We should get going now." Beth said as she grabbed her purse and walked out of the room,

They walked to the lobby and grabbed a cab. Beth took them to a restaurant called mambo, which had Brazilian food.

"Oh Beth! I fucking love Spanish food!" Austin said as they sat down At their table.

"Ahah! Who doesn't?" Beth said.

They talked, and got to know each other a lot better. And with their date, Austin fell for Beth even harder. And while Beth was listening to all of Austin's tour stories and got to know him better made her fall for him more too. As much as she tried to push away her feelings for him, they kept coming back stronger. When they're evening was over, Beth got out her wallet to pay, but Austin stopped her.

"Austin, I can pay. I suggested it. It's okay." Beth said with a laugh. She gave the waitress her debit card and payed for the meal. When Beth defied Austin's order, rage bubbled inside. He clenched his jaw, and he wanted to slap Beth right there. But he knew he could'nt. He could'nt hurt Beth like that. They stepped out of the restaurant, and as much as Austin tried to fight his anger he could'nt. He grabbed Beth's hair and pulled her into an alley.

"Fuck Beth when I say I'm going to pay I mean that I'm going to fucking pay'!" He growled as he shoved her against the hard brick wall.

"Austin." Beth said

"Fucking listen to me!" Austin yelled. He slapped Beth across the face and pulled her hair. Beth screamed out in pain, which made Austin even more mad. Austin pulled her face forward and then slammed it against the wall. After this final blow, Beth wasn't screaming, she wasn't crying, she was just limp. The rage left Austin and he realized what he had done.

"Fuck! Beth! Beth please wake up! I didn't mean to! Beth!" Austin cried as he held her limp bloody body in his arms.

Notes

So basically Austin has a mental problem that when he gets mad, he kind of becomes a different person and he doesn't realize what he's doing, so when he hurts Beth, the Austin that Beth loves isn't the one doing that. It's his anger Austin.

also go check out my BVB fanfic if you haven't already. Here's the link: http://www.blackveilbridesfanfiction.com/Story/24887/My-wounds-are-sewn-because-of-who-you-are/