Chapter 4

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Delia's P.O.V. 

I never thought that Will would go this far. I never thought that any of this would happen. I was used to words, mean words, insults. 

Not dirty, foul words being whispered to me. Not being physically harassed. 

And definitely not being saved. 

Or taken anywhere after being rescued by a boy that I forgot the name of. 

But here I am, getting into a car with a boy who just punched someone for me, and skipping school...

My mom would be so proud.... not...

As he mumbled while trying to get the car to start, I attempted to fix my appearance in the car's mirror. But for one thing, the mirror was cracked, and for another thing, there was too much to fix. 

Mascara had collected under my eyes and the streams of tears had washed off all the concealer I had on, leaving all of my scars visible. 

Silently, I wiped off my face as best I could, and covered it with my hands. He finally got the pickup truck started and began to drive away, and he did a pretty good job of driving. 

For a teenager. 

Adam's P.O.V. 

I kept my mouth shut and my eyes on the road as I racked my brain for somewhere to go. I couldn't go to my house (too personal) or her house (not that I knew where it was). And I couldn't go to any popular store in fear of anybody telling my parents of my whereabouts. 

Oh if they found out I was skipping school... they would KILL me.

Or refuse to buy me another Play Station, which would be worse. 

I turned into the parking lot of a small park. I used to play here when I was littler, before it caught fire, but they apparently rebuilt it recently. I had always found an odd sense of comfort in this serene little park. 

Maybe she would find it too, along with some words about herself. 

'Cause I maybe wanted to know a bit about her...

And maybe she wants to know about me..

Delia's P.O.V. 

I saw where we were going as he pulled into a small park area by a forest. I had walked by this place once when me and my dad first moved here. But it looked newer now than it did at the beginning of the summer.

Less, well, crispy. 

It had obviously been burnt. 

He parked the truck, and got out, looking at me. 

I was lost on my train of thought, and was zoning out. 

Man, I was such an idiot sometimes. 

But he walked over to my door, and opened it for me. At the sound of the door opening, I jumped, rushing out of the car. He gave me a crooked smile as he looked down at me. I felt like a little kid as a pink blush rose up on my face. Thank God the sun was covering my face and my scars. 

We awkwardly shuffled over to the swing sets, sitting down in them. I refused to look up at him. So we sat there in silence for a bit longer, until he broke it. 

"Why didn't you just tell me he had been messing with you." he said.

It was more than messing with me....

"I-I don't know, it was embarrassing." I said quietly. 

He sat there for a minute, eyeing me curiously. 

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