The scars you left. (D. Portman)

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As I sat in my dorm room, waiting for Dean to come back, I couldn't help but feel anxious. It was already 3 in the morning, and he had yet to return. My mind raced with thoughts of what could have happened to him, and just as I was about to call him, I heard the door open.

I rushed to the door and found Dean stumbling in, clearly drunk. I was relieved to see him, but his drunken state made me uneasy. I tried to get him to bed, but he just got angry and started yelling at me.

"You're always so worried about me, can't you just let me have a good time with the boys?" he slurred, his words barely coherent.

I tried to reason with him, but he just got more and more agitated. Soon, we were screaming at each other, and before I could even realize what was happening, Dean kicked me out of my own room.

I was in shock, standing in the hallway with tears streaming down my face. I didn't know what to do or where to go, so I ran to Connie and Julie's room. Connie answered the door, and as soon as she saw me, she knew something was wrong.

"What happened, sweetie?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

I explained everything to her, and she let me sleep on the extra bed in their room. The next morning, as I was getting ready to leave, I heard Connie talking to someone at the door. It was Dean.

"Why the hell did you kick her out?" Connie asked, her voice dripping with anger.

"I love her, Connie. Let me talk to her," Dean pleaded.

I couldn't bear to face him, so I quickly left, not wanting to deal with his apologies or excuses.

Months went by, and we didn't talk. I gave up on hockey, and Dean was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until I bumped into him at the mall that we finally had the chance to talk.

"I'm sorry for what I did that night," he said, his voice low and remorseful.

"It's fine," I replied, trying to keep my emotions in check.

But as I walked away from him, I couldn't help but feel the scars that he had left on me. The scars that would stay with me forever.

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