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I look at my reflection! I have no make up to cover the slight bruise forming on my cheek, I'll come up with something. I take a deep breath and walk out the door.

I approch the table where Michael and I were sitting but now we have two more chairs with none other then that she devil and Mr Dawson.

"Sugar what happened to your face?"

I can't help but to look at daggers, Oh yeah I don't know her name so I'm calling her Daggers. But then quickly turn to Michael

"Sorry just so clumpsy" I keep my head down

"You sure?" He says not totally convinced

"Yeah" I whisper.

Keeping my head down I pick at my food and pay no attention to the other three.

"Anna?"

I look up to Michael and he asks if I am going to italy with William, I turn to look at him

"I need you there" he says

"Uh is it a job requirement?" I ask and look between him and daggers, she doesn't look pleased

"Yes"

"Oh um okay then yes I will be going Michael, I've always wanted to taste authentic pasta" I say with a smile.

Michael excuses himself and walks away, I go back to putting my head down and play with my food

"What happened to your wrist Anna?"

I look up and daggers smirks while he looks like he wants no nonsense

"Uh. I. Um clumpsy" and put my head down again

*

After that awkward dinner Michael drops me home and tells me he will call me tomorrow, I go up stairs and take a relaxing bath when I hear the door bell. Rushing down stairs in nothing but a towel I open the door and William is standing there

"H..hi Mr Dawson"

"Anna" he whispers making me shudder

"Wh..what are you doing here?"

He slowly walks forward making me step back. He shuts the door without taking his eyes off me

"You better go and change before I loose my self control"

I frown and look down

Dang it, without delay I run up stairs and put my tweedy bird pj shorts and a black tight fitting tank top on. I reach the bottom of the stairs and William is leaning against the kitch bench

"Did you need something sir?"

"Yes"

"Um wh..what would that be?"

"Tell me what happened to your wrists?"

"Uhh. I was. Just. I. Um" shuttering like the mess I am

"The truth this time"

His gaze throwing spikes at my soul

"You..your g..girlfriend. sh..she grabbed me" I say staring at the ground

"And? I want to know everything, what did she say"?

"She told me that your hers and that I had to stay away and aaand and I made her angry" I blurt out real fast

"How?"

"I to..told her th..that I sor..sorta can't be..because your m..my b..boss" I whisper

"Then?"

I look up and he has his arms folded over his chest, jaw clenched and brows frowning

"I..I.can't" I whisper and step back

Before I know it his heavy hands hold me in place and his breath coming out rugged

"Tell me!" He demanded

"She slapped me" I start to sob quietly

"Here?" He whispers as he gently rubs my cheek

I nod and close my eyes to his touch. He abruptly stops and tells me he will handle it and I need to spend all day tomorrow packing. He kisses my bruised cheek and walks out closing the door softly.

This song is by the cuzzy Che Fu: fade away. His clip is based on the Maori worriors that went to war and became part of the ANZAC during WW2

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