(Esther's Point of View)
Ras was holding me in bed when he had to get up to go to the bathroom.
He didn't have a shirt on, so I saw what I did.
The scratches.
I felt so bad.
He turned around and looked at me with concern.
"Esther?"
I looked at him confused.
"Esther I feel your hurt through my mark. What's wrong?"
I just shook my head and told him to go to the bathroom.
He knew he needed to go but hesitated,
"I'll be right back."
He closed the door and I sighed. My father may be dead, but he was right.
I don't deserve him.
He deserves better than me.
I deserve nothing but pain and torture.
I heard a growl from the bathroom.
The door busted open as a tear slipped from my eye.
"Esther, you stop thinking like that right now."
I looked up at him. He looked so hurt. He climbed into bed and held me.
"Esther. Don't think like that ever. That deadbeat was saying that to hurt you. I deserve you and you deserve me. We were literally made for each other. You deserve the world and I won't listen to anything that says otherwise. You deserve love. I love you so damn much Baby girl and you better believe it."
I began to cry hysterically. He just held me and played with my hair. Wiping my tears every so often.
I didn't deserve his gentleness, but he thinks I do.
I love him.
"Rascal?"
He looked at me with an eyebrow raised.
"Do you really mean it when you say that you love me?"
He gave me a squeeze and kissed the top of my head.
"More than you can imagine, Little One."
I smiled and he saw it.
"I love you too Rascal."
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