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"Elliot, I don't need any help."
"Willow, you're so deluded that you don't even know what you need."
Roman was seated at the kitchen table, between Elliot and Samuel, with Willow on the other side of the table. Stellan sat at the head, as Roman had requested, because if anyone could offer some kind of legal assistance or advice in this situation it was the chief of the Maryborough Police Department. Elliot was still livid over the whole Christian thing, and so was Roman, though, he was better at containing his emotions in the present.
"This is stupid," whined Willow.
"Willow," said Roman, leaning forward, "he's not good for you. He doesn't love you. He hits you. He hit me once. He also cheated on me, so what makes you think he won't do the same thing to you?"
Willow was quiet.
"He's a meglomaniac and he only cares about himself. If he really loved you he wouldn't hit you. If he really loved you, he'd treat you like the goddess you are and he wouldn't take advantage of you."
Willow shifted uncomfortably.
"And it's always better to get help with this sort of thing than to keep it bottled up inside." Roman glanced at Samuel at this point.