Niall ran down the stairs. When he reached the bottom of the staircase, he ran towards me and pulled the picture out of my hands. I asked "What's wrong?" He sighed and said "I was hoping you wouldn't see this." "But?" "But...my mother was abused when I was growing up. When I was about 9, my father abused me and my brother. When I was 13, I finally took things into my own hands. I took self defense classes and when he tried to hit me, I defended myself and my mother became afraid of me. So I was put into a foster home." "So you were defending yourself and she was scared of you?" "You don't get it. I beat up my father. I was tired of his shit so I beat him up." "I'm so sorry Niall." I said while hugging him. I looked up at him and I saw a couple tears sliding down his face. I wiped the tear away and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He grabbed my hand and said "Can I show you the date I planned now?" "Why of course Niall."
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He led me into the kitchen, and I saw a few cups laying on the kitchen counter. I said "Niall, what is this?" "Just put this blindfold on." I agreed, and tied the blindfold around my head. He said "I want you to guess what is in these drinks, okay?" "Okay, there better not be anything disgusting in them!" "Trust me, there isn't." He brought a cup up to my face and said "Guess what this is." "It's coffee, with honey. And there's Irish creme in this, isn't there?" "Yeah, and is there Irish creme in you too?" "Um, no..." "Well there should be..."
