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Guess who walked in...My dad and he was furious.
"Why the hell are you here Blake." He said.
I was frozen in fear. I thought of what he would do when we got home.
"I I I...just wanted to get away from you."
" Who is this blake. Danille said.
"My dad ,I ran away from home because he was about to kill me or worse."
"Get your ass up and let's go we are going to have a nice talk."
"No, how the fudge did you find me."
"One of my coworkers saw you go into this house with him."
"Get the hell out."  I heard stefan say as I blacked out.
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STEFAN P.O.V.
I saw blake black out and I was furious too.
So I went over to her dad and punched him as hard as I could. So hard he blacked out. Just then I heard sirens and the police in the room.
What happened they asked. And I explained everything.
They arrested Mr. Anderson and took blake to the hospital.
I was relieved that this was all over but it wasn't at all as a matter a fact it was just beginning.
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BLAKE P.O.V.
I woke up with a banging headache.
I couldn't think because I heard people screaming.
"Mmmh please stop.
"I'm sorry Blake." A familiar voice said it was Stefan.
"Don't apologize she deserves it."
A voice I never wanted to hear again said.
"Brian what are you doing here."
"Well I'm you're life support since dad's in jail, how did you manage that your slut act or crying act. "
"No act I told the truth." "And I'm not the man whore here."
I heard Stefan snicker.
With that he stormed away.
"I'm so sorry Blake for all that I have put you through. "
"Its OK you made a mistake I have made to many mistakes in my life."
He layed beside my and wrapped his arms around me I pulled down my hospital gown. Hoping he wouldn't notice.
He didn't. I fell asleep and forgot all about my headache.

Hay guys sorry I haven't been posting between school and dance and writers block.

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