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As I looked up I didn't want to believe what I saw. I didn't want to be in the past . I didn't want to get hurt again . Seeing his Carmel brown eyes and seeing him. I didn't want him.

"You!!!" I screamed.

"why did you do it ? What the heck is your problem!?"

"Andrea I'm sor---" he said , but I cut him off.

"No , no your not. You . I hate you "

I let Sam go and I stood up. I Went Up To His Face And Slapped Him IN The Face .
I knew at that moment I regret doing that . I knew what he was capable of doing. He face was mixed with full of emotions . He was scared , sad, shocked, and angry. I slowly backed away and he came towards me . He came up to me and tried to punch me. I easily dogged it. I took self- defense classes and boxing . Thanks dad .

He came again with a jab but I stopped it and grabbed his hand and flipped him . I didn't want to get hurt so I defended myself. He grabbed ankle and pulled me to the ground. My head bummed into the ground and I it took me. Moment to come back to normal , but he got on top of me and he held my arms on top of my head.

He was breathing heavily. He had blood in his mouth and had a mark about his eye brow.
He looked at me and as he did he had punched me on my face. He punched me and then kicked me on my stomach. Pain going through my whole body. He kicked me again. I felt blood come out of my mouth and then rushing down my nose.

Blackness was starting come over. He looked at once more before turning around and leaving me . He had stopped and talked to a guy who was with him. He looked back with a sad face but then looked down and shook his head .

The guy who was with him . Came up to me and looked at me. He said something but I didn't catch it.

He took me by my wait and carried me somewhere. I didn't know where. I tried to get up but I was to weak . I didn't feel anything. My whole body was numb. My eyes were starting to close. I thought I could beat him but I couldn't.
It was because of him. It was because Jason McCann was my
Weakness.

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