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Sean POV:

Slowly I'm making my way thru the filled streets of Ireland, hoping that I don't bump into him. The one person that I wish to never see again. He is like that one guy that makes you just want to crawl into a hole and die. He of course won't let that happen he will make sure that it as slow and painful as possible. My mind starts telling me many possible ways he could kill me or ways I could kill myself and not let him feel the pleasure of someone crying or screaming for help under him. I wasn't looking where I was going and soon I feel myself bumping into a very well built back. I hesitantly look up to see my worst nightmare now staring down at me. Shit. Why him? Why, why, why? I first thought that he might have been alone but soon his 'friends' come out of nowhere surrounding me so that there was no chance of me getting away. I wouldn't have made it far anyways they eat, and exercise something that my body would never be able to handle. "Ah little pretty boy here has finally decide to show up again, you know I really missed you. My punching bag broke a few days ago and can't seem to afford a new one." His loud voice seems to be filled with disgust and anger today. "I-I don't hav-ve an-ny mon-ney on me-e toda-ay." I stutter, fear is clear in my voice. "Well then you'll just have to do." He chuckles. I gently curl myself down into a ball onto the ground trying my best to cover my cut arms and internal organs, hoping that this will end sooner than later. I hear him evilly chuckle and there comes the first kick to my back, hurting more than I could remember. He starts shouting filthy insults but soon all that I could hear from him was white noise, and the punches and kicks just turned into numbing sensations. Please let it be over. Please let it be over. Please let it be ov--. It stopped, did someone finally hear my pleads our did they just want to fill me with hope and then kick the shit out of me again later. I wait for a second, than a minute wondering why nothing is happening. I hesitantly lift my head up to see what was going on and when I opened my eyes and I was shocked by the site. All of Mathews goons are on the floor, When I look up i manage to see a man, he seems to be my age, he has a floof of red hair on his head and a pair of glasses. He was holding Mathew up by his collar and I could see his mouth moving, he must have been shouting things at him but I couldn't hear. He dropped Mathew and quickly turned his attention to me, when he saw that I was looking his enraged expression and softened to a more worried stare. I tried to look behind me to see if he was looking at any one else, but someone must have hurt my neck as trying to turn it sent a searing pain down my spine forcing me to let out a small whimper. At this sound he instantaneously started to run over. Before he could make it to me though I started to see black spots appearing notifying me that again I was going to black out. The last thing I saw before everything went black, was a very worried man trying to gently pick me up. Who is he? What is he going to do with me? And why did he help me?

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