What do you mean?

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This chapter is based off of someone I know very well....
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"So what you're telling me is-"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "What makes you so different then everybody else who has ever hurt me? Huh? I don't need this." She brushed past me and stood in the back with the other backup dancers. She was feisty and had a brick wall surrounding her heart that was already caged in metal and locked for protection from everyone else.

"Yeah, sure. Just leave like you always do when I'm trying to be serious with-"

"I don't know why! Everybody that ever gets close to me leaves so what's the point of even giving you a fucking chance? Please. Like I said before, what makes you so different? Cause you have money? Cause you're gorgeous and sweet? You don't know me!"

I grinned. "Everybody leave us for a minute." Everybody crowded out of the room, leaving just the two of us. She stood there with her hands on her hips, her lips in a straight line.

"Look, I know how you're feeling. What you're feeling. You're not-"

"Save the whole Michael Jackson you're not alone bullshit okay? I've heard it all before."

I stood behind her and wrapped my arm around her waist. "I'm a man. They're little ass boys who can't handle a woman like yourself." Her expression changed drastically and she crossed her arms over her chest as I continued. "You're bold, very bold. No other man has ever gotten this close to you and I enjoy that. The ones that did may have hurt you but guess what? Im going to make sure that never happens again."

She was about to say something when the doors bursted open and three men stood at the doorway with their faces masked. Y/N and I looked at each other before bolting towards the closest way out: the back door exit.

The men were on our trails but we found a way to make it to the exit in time. She stopped running and watched as I pushed the door open with my shoulder, but the door wasn't a door at all. It was a bolted up window. The cold air hit us and Y/N shivered.

I grabbed her waist to keep her from falling and she turned her head away from the open window to face me. "You trust me?" I asked, trying to catch my breath as we got face to face. "Trust me.." I said again and she placed her hand in mine. I squeezed it tightly and that was it.

We jumped.

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