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Chapter 3

*Cierra's POV*

I woke up the next day at 6:17 and realized it was Saturday at 6:36. I decided to get up since I was already awake. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face before heading downstairs. There was a donut box on the counter, but nobody was home. It was full of all my favorite flavors like glaze and sprinkles. I assumed my parents had bought them for me given the 'incident' yesterday.

I walked upstairs into their room to ask them, but they weren't there. That is odd. I called their phones, but there was no answer. I was getting worried. I couldn't breathe, my anxiety was kicking in.

I ran to the cabinet, but my pills weren't there. I was breathing really heavy and my vision was blurring. I grabbed my phone and called Nash. He picked up on the second ring. I told him what was happening and he said he would be here soon. I was gasping for air, my chest ached. I was crying. I went upstairs into my room and laid on my bed. I shut my eyes and thought of happy things.

Nash walked in. I looked at him pleadingly. He always knew how to calm me down. He sat on my bed and stroked my hair, shushing me. He laid down and told me everything would be alright, and I fell asleep to the sound of his voice.

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*Nash's POV*

As soon as Cierra was asleep, I went downstairs and made breakfast for us. Cierra's mom was calling her cellphone, so I picked it up and explained what had happened. I told her that everything was going okay now and she explained how they were at the store getting Cierra balloons. I chuckled at that, all this commotion and they were getting some balloons. I hung up right when Cierra walked down. Her face scrunched when she saw me making food.

"You cook?" she asked.
"Yes I'm Nash Stewart, Martha Stewart's son." I laughed

She paused and bit her lip, as if she were thinking. "Thank you." she whispered. I didn't respond, but I did hand her a plate that had French toast, eggs, fruit, and mini pancakes on it. She smiled at we ate at the table.

"Cierra," I said
"What?"
"Why do u have a cut on ur cheek and a purple jaw?"

She looked away, ashamed. "I got in a fight, Mayah's boyfriend knocked me out, and I somehow how a huge gash in the process."

I looked at her, trying to meet her eyes. She refused to look at me. There was a pause before I said, "Well he's dying today."

"No! It will make everything worse!" she exclaimed worriedly.
"Cierra, I have to do something. I can't just let you get beat up!"
"Yes you can, I don't want you getting hurt..." she whispered.

I went over to her and hugged her. "Cierra, I would fight anybody in the world to protect you. I won't stand around and let you get beat up."

*Cierra's POV*

I actually felt safe for once. Nash told me he would protect me, from anyone. I felt safe in his arms, and whenever he was around.

Just then, my parents walked in. They asked if I was okay and thanked Nash for being here with me.

"Nash, how nice of you to bring donuts!" My mom said.
"Oh I didn't bring those..." Nash responded.

My dad looked inside the box and smelled the donuts. He even tasted one, but soon spit it out. "Did you eat these!" he screamed.

"No!" Nash and I yelled at the same time.
"They have poison! Rat poison!" he responded. "Who could get into our house and try to poison us!"

I knew the answer was Mayah and Anna, they knew every secret way into my house because we used to be best friends. I never thought they would try and poison me. I never thought it would go this far.

Nash looked at me in terror, he must have known too. He thew the donuts into the trash, and checked outside for any signs of them. Nothing.

I thought deeper about the situation. What if I had eaten the donuts? What if I got really sick, or even died? How would people react? How would my parents live? How would Nash react, my friends? Or would they all just go on with their lives, moving on without me?

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A/N: Hey guys thanks for reading this chapter! Have a good life!

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