Glen Rhee

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Glen comes out of the bushes and takes the knife out of my hands and pulls me away from the walker and into a hug. "Shhhh." He calms me down. "I-I-I am a-a t-terrible person," I manage to say in between sobs. He breaks the hug and cups my face in his hands and looks me dead in the eye. "You are not a terrible person!" He says sternly. He leans in and I put my hands around his neck and pull him into a kiss. It lasts for about twelve minutes and then I break the kiss and run back to camp past everyone with tears running down my face. I go into my tent. I pass out from all the crying. Either that or I was just that exhausted. When I wake up I don't dare go out of my tent. I start to change but Glen walks in without knocking. He saw my scars. From when I was abused. From Shane. I knew him before everything happened. I got drunk at a bar one night and he took me home and kissed me. I pushed him away so he got mad. Luckily I escaped but that was after he gave me tuns of bruises and scars. "Where did you get those from?!" He asks angrily. "Doesn't matter." I spit out. "Yes it does." He urges. "I knew Shane before all this happened and he wanted to kiss me but I didn't want to kiss him so he got mad and hit me...a lot." I explain. He walks out anger spread across his face. I follow him. "Don't do this!" I beg.

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