![]() ![]() ![]() Tears welled up in his eyes as he apologized for not getting there sooner.Īpparently it was the anniversary of something tragic that'd happened. But once he hung up, he removed the gloves, took the girl's hand, and placed it on the front of his leg- as if it were some magical hot spot that would make her better somehow. Maybe he was concerned about his fingerprints, from breaking in. He was wearing gloves, which I thought was weird. And then he kissed her, and held her, and ran his hand over her cheek, finally grabbing his cell to dial 911. Her eyes were swollen, and there looked to be a trail of blood running from her nose. He removed the rag from my mouth and asked me if I was okay.īut it was her that he was really interested in: the girl who was lying unconscious on the floor. You fought back hard- I'll give you that- but you were no match for him.Īnd when it was over- when you'd finally passed out- the boy made direct eye contact with me. I watched from the doorway as he smacked, punched, and threw you against the wall. ![]()
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