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- Chapter - Thirty - Nine -

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- Chapter - Thirty - Nine -

The shuffling of footsteps beside me wake me up with a jolt. I move around in a bed with wide eyes before landing on Archer.

"Brooklyn, you're okay."

"What happened?" I rasp everything a little fuzzy as I try to sit up looking around before realizing that I'm in Archer's room and everything rushes back to me.

"I think you had a panic attack and passed out." Archer explains sitting at the side of the bed nervously running a hand through his hair, I pinch my lips together trying to make sense of everything.

"Princess, you had me so fucking scared. When I saw you there on those steps I didn't know what happened then you just fell back and went unconscious I thought-"

He stops looking me in the eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Thank you." I whisper my voice cracking.

"What happened?" He asks and I watch as his eyes take over my face that's probably looks as bad as I feel right now. I stay quiet for another second, fear creeps up inside me at the thought of him.

"Jasper happened." I finally say.

Archer stays still for a moment confusion present on his face and in a second it's all gone and replaced with anger.

"He did this?" Archer hisses harshly looking at me with wide eyes.

"I need you to tell me exactly what happened." Archer demands getting up on the bed.

"After English he asked if we can talk over lunch and I agreed. Instead of taking me out he took me back to his house." I explain to Archer and he nods while pacing back and forth in front of the bed.

"He started talking about how he was jealous of you and me, and that why he cheated." I continue almost scoffing at the thought.

"Then, I don't know what happened. He started getting angry and I tried to get away from him but he wouldn't let me. That's when he started hitting me." I finish. I watch at Archer still paces his hands curled up into fists and his anger basically radiating off of him. I want to go over there and wrap my arms around him but when I try and sit up a wave of nausea hits me and I immediately fall back onto a pillow.

"Archer? Calm down." I instruct reaching out and grabbing him by the arm from my place on the bed as I sit up and lean against the headboard.

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