When Avery replied to his question saying that the pains happening to her now was something she has not experienced, she also added that was not eligible to go to a hospital for help due to not being home for her father’s gambling affair. All of this had Roland become upset, feeling that because of her not being home like she should of, the intense beatings could have been avoided and all could have been a little bit safer for her at least. She had also added on that because of her sudden fall and coughing of blood, she was starting to slowly lose function of her body, basically meaning that the abuse was taking it’s toll by killing her at a slow pace. 

As the tears were slowly falling down her face, Roland watched and felt nothing but guilt and sorrow. He then began to look around the room as he tried to find a sofa or something suitable for her to lay on and relax herself so that she might feel better. Once he spotted one, although it was very worn down looking, he immediately swung her arm around his shoulder so that he could lift her and bring her over to the seat. [i]“Hold on to me Avery,”[/i] said Roland as he picked her up and carried her over to the worn out sofa, then sat her down gently on it so that she could become comfortable and hopefully feel better.

After he sat her on the couch, Roland backed up a little and began to act unstable, being full of worry and guilt. He kept going back and forth, pacing nervously as he blamed himself constantly for Avery’s injury. [i]“It’s all my fault,”[/i] he said to himself, [i]“All of this is my fault.”[/i]