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emory's pov

     I WAKE UP TO SOMEONE PUSHING hair out off my face. i open my eyes and see a blurry outline of a boy. i jump back a bit but he grabs my hand and i get that feeling i always get. it's just chris.

"are you okay?" he ask pulling me back to him.

i curl into his chest and trace shapes on his bare chest. "as long as you're here." i don't mean to be sensitive but it's true. i automatically feel ten times safer with him around me.

it's going to take a while to adjust to having a man who doesn't hit me around but i'll manage. he pushes my hair down and kisses my forehead. "do you want to make a car video with us boys and alahna?"

"i'm not ready yet. i can just stay here with paytyn.' i say looking up at him.

he cups my face with one of his hands and runs his thumb under my cheek and looks down at me, "i really don't want to leave you already."

"and i'm telling you dont let me interfere with your fans and filming. i'll be okay, here, with my sister." i say playing with his hair.

"can we talk about it?" he breaks the silence that was comfortable for a few minutes.

i press the side of my face against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. "i'd be lying if i said yes. but I'd feel better if i did."

i shiver causing him to pull me closer. like it's possible. there's no space between us. if he tired to pull me closer he'd absorb me into his body. he rolls onto his back pulling me on top of him.

no there really is no space between us.

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"how did it start?" he sits up still having me straddle him.

i grab his hand and play with his fingers. they send electricity through my body.

"emory..."

"one day i was watching your tiktoks and he got mad. he told me i was fucking easy. that i'm always fucking everything up."

"it slowly got more violent. he started grabbing my wrist and yanking me, grabbing my face and spitting in it. then he went to punching me. first it was my legs, he said they were the easiest to hide."

"then it was my arms. they were the second easiest. that was it for a few months. but he just learned to love it some much that he didn't care where he hit me. it was an everyday thing. but he would always tell me he loved me afterwards."

"that he didn't mean any of it. it wasn't him. he said it wasn't him. he made me believe that was love. that you never loved me. but god chris i wish you would've been there." i collapse on his chest and just let it all out.

please wrap your arms around me. hold me tell me i'll never feel that pain again. god please tell me.

his arms engulf me with his warm scent. "no one will ever hurt you again. it's okay, take your time." he says.

i breath in and out a few more times. his hand lands on my thigh and my heart plummets. i place my hand on his face and wipe away the tears that have fallen.