Me and Savannah head back to her place an hour later. We sneak past her sleeping brother and into her bedroom. We deposit our shoes and jackets by the foot of the bed and climb into bed. I pull the covers up to my chin and Savannah wraps her arms around my waist. She smiles and I smile back. We both drift off to sleep in a matter of minutes. I awake the next day to Savannah dressing in the middle of the room. I've never seen what's under Savannah's shirt, but now as I watch, I see scars running up and down her back. I get up and stop her from pulling down her shirt and run my index finger over the largest one that travels from the bottom of her spine to the top of her neck.
"Who?" I ask, removing my finger so she may pull down her shirt.
"Wyatt," she murmurs. She never murmurs.
Wyatt was Savannah's boyfriend. He was a big, burly guy with a shaved head and half of the time, he never wore a shirt. I never knew why the broke up and I didn't think Savannah wanted to say so I never asked. Now I know why they ended. I assume the larger scars are from a knife and the smaller ones from a whip. Just another reason to hate men. I turn Savannah around and kiss her on the lips. She seems surprised but doesn't object as I fit my mouth to hers. We release and I whisper in her ear,"Your safe now Savannah. No one will touch you like that again."
She weakly nods and hugs me.
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RomanceKylla is dating a girl for the first time. She's tired of men pestering and asking and asking. And for once in her life, she feels happy with Savannah.
