Run.

Sophia's POV

When he showed me the bathroom i couldn't help but just look around. it was so big! I already like it here.

after he walked out and closed the door I locked it because I couldn't take any chances, even though I.. trusted him.

he left the shower on so I didn't have to figure out how to use it. after I stripped from my clothes, I hopped into the warm shower. I did my business, shaved, washed my hair, my body and my face. it hurt to was my body but I got over it. after about 20 minutes I was done. I hopped out and wrapped myself in the big fluffy towel and wrapped my hair in the smaller one.

I dried off and saw what he picked out for me to wear.

smaller boxers for someone my size and a wvery large T shirt

my type of clothing. i put it on the found a brush I could use to go trough my hair. I didn't like when my hair was wet so I found a blow dryer and dried my hair. after I dried it it was straight. I brushed through it then put the blow dryer away. then I found an extra tooth brush and brushed my teeth into a white perfection.

I walked twords the door, slowly, and put my hand on the door nob. I swiftly unlocked it then twisted the nob and opened slowly..

when I walked into his bedroom I found him sleeping on his bed, did I really take that long?

I walked over to him and looked him over, he had muscle. and lots of it. his light brown hair went perfect with his deep green eye color. and his jaw line was to die for. but I couldn't stop looking at his lips. they looked yummy. I bit my lip because of it.

"Take a picture it lasts longer" Kamden said with a clear smirk on his face and his eyes still closed

my cheeks warmed up And I looked away

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Kamden's POV

I heard the bathroom door open, so I just pretended to sleep to see what she would do. I had my eyes closed to the point where they looked closed but I could still see out of them.

when she walked out she looked.. oh how do I put this..... hot. yup u said it she's hot.

holding back a moan, because there's a gorgeous girl with thin boxers and my t shirt on, I just laid there and faked sleeping.

she must have thought I was sleeping because she looked so lost at first but then I saw her checking me out. it's when she looked at my lips. then she but her lip, that's when I had to stop her before I got up and took her right there. slickly I said

"take a picture it lasts longer" I couldn't help but say it with the biggest smirk on my face and eyes still closed

I saw her face turn a crimson red as she quickly looked away.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her, that's when I opened my eyes and sat up.

I pulled her twords me and cradled her in my lap.

"how was your shower" I whispered in her ear

"G-good" she stuttered

"now, Sophia, can you tell me about your brother, and the bruises all over you?" I said in a tone that sounded comforting enough for her to willingly tell me

she sat there for awhile. the she, out of no where, jumped off of my lap and started crying and talking at the same time

"H-he h-hit me, wh-why d-did h-he hit me a-and touch m-me like that! I'm his s-sister not sex sl-slave" she said words between sobs and crys

years were rolling down her face, I just sat there and listened

then I asked

"do you know why he did that to you.."

she looked at me with a red nose and tear stained cheeks

" because, when our parets died" she stopped for a second the continued "he, he went crazy. him and our dad were always really close, not like many father son relationships, when they does he became an alcoholic, then he started to be drunk all the time, and when he was drunk he would hit me, then hitting turned into beating, then cutting, then.... r-raping" she said the last word so quietly I didn't hear what she said

"Sophia say that again I didn't hear you"

she wasn't talking it was like she was talking to herself in her head

"rapeing" she said a little bit louder

he raped his own sister.

"how long had that been going on for?" I'm so curious about this girl it's crazy

"since I was 12" she whispered

she's just like me, losing her parents at a young age, except I didn't go through what she went through

"and how old are you again?"

"15, I think I'll be 16 in a few weeks"

I got up and walked over to her and wiped the tears off of her face,

"I won't ever hurt you"

and with that, I leaned into her and kissed her softly on her lips.