Jarod's p.o.v.
She pulled away from me. Pulling away from the best kiss I've ever had and probably will never have a better one. "What, why did you kiss me?" I asked her. She bit her lip. "Come on, you can tell me." I told her. "These girls were making fun of me because I never had my first kiss." She told me. "What girl's?" I asked, my anger rising up inside me. "All of them." She said as a tear slipped out of her eye. "Then I will kick all of their asses. Don't you dare listen to what those bitches say to you. You are so much better then them." I told them laying my hands on her cheeks. She smiled and hugged me. "Thank you." She whispered. "No problem, let's work on those wounds of yours." I told her and she nodded. I started cleaning up the wounds that still had dirt by them and wrapped all of them up for her. I even wrapped up the scar on her wrist from yesterday. "Jarod, could you look at the scar on my stomach, I think it might have gotten infected." She told me and I nodded. She took off the towel around her waist throwing it to the ground. "Doesn't it look strange? It doesn't seem right." She told me. "Don't you agree?" She asked. "Jarod?" She questioned. "What, sorry. I wasn't listened." I told her. "Well what were you thinking about?" She asked me. "I was just thinking, about how beautiful your body is." I told her as I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. "Thanks!" She said smiling. Her face didn't even get red. At all. "Um, here." I said picking up the towel and wrapping it around the top half of her torso. I looked down at the slash on her stomach. "Hm. It doesn't look too bad but why didn't you tell me." I asked her. "You already think I'm weak and clumsy." She mumbled. "Besides I didn't do this one to myself. Nana did it." She said smiling. "That's how I know she loves me." She told me leaving my speechless. I knew she didn't understand love and thinks that's how her Nana shows affection but, how was I gonna tell her that her Nana doesn't love her and what she does is actually abuse.
