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I sat on the swing beside Paedro, looking out across the backyard. I stayed silent while Paedro talked, thankful that he wasn't pushing me to say something. He kept making jokes, trying to cheer me up, but it wasn't helping. Eventually we sat in silence for a bit, both of us just staring out at nothing, letting our thoughts consume us.
"Hey Paedro," I said, nudging him on the shoulder.
"Yeah?" He turned his head toward me, squinting a little.
"What am I going to do about clothes?" I asked. I couldn't just stay in these the whole time, rewashing them over and over again.
He thought about it for a second. "Would you like to go shopping for some?"
"Now?"
"Sure. I don't know if Sebastian will like it though."
"Fuck Sebastian," I muttered.
He laughed. "Alright then. Lets go."
He patted my knee and stood up, stretching as he went. I stood up beside him and we started making our way to the front door. Not watching where I was going, I tripped over a rug, but luckily I threw my hands out in time, catching myself before I face planted.
"Nice going, smart one," Paedro laughed.
"Oh bite me," I giggled, pushing myself up.
He grabbed my arm and started moving it towards his mouth.
"What're you doing?" I shrieked, jerking my arm away from him.
"You told me to bite you. What else would I be doing?" He looked at me, confused, but I could see the amusement in his eyes.
"I didn't mean it literally."
"Really? I didn't know."
I laughed a little harder. When we reached the door, Paedro opened it, stepping out first. I went to follow, putting one foot out the door, but someone wrapped their hand around my arm and yanked me back inside.
"Where, exactly, do you think you're going?" Sebastian asked, rage written all over his face.
"Fuck," I heard Paedro whisper.
•Sebastians p.o.v.•
My grip on Chloes arm tightened when I thought about her trying to leave. There was a small chance I'd ever let her do that, especially with her having a huge target on her back. I looked down at her, watching as her face tightened with pain, and I realized she wasn't as tough as the people I deal with every day. I loosened my grip on her, but still held on tight enough that she couldn't walk away.
"Where the fuck do you think you're taking her?" I asked Paedro, glaring at him.
If only looks could kill.
"Well, you see, she asked about clothes so I figured I'd go and let her get some," he said, sounding slightly nervous. Good. He should be.
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