My fucking heart was hurting💔

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Kian

I frantically picked up the phone and hoped for her to pick up.

"Fran??! Fran are you fucking there?"i was worrried.

She started to cry down the phone and she said "it's George."

Who the fuck is George ??

"Fran who is George ??!" I was confused

"Omg I forgot you were asleep whilst I was pouring my heart out " well he was my abusive ex and he tried grabbing me again kian. Kian please come i need you here with me" she broke down into tears.

My fucking heart was hurting. I've never seen such a happy girl so sad. And the way she said my name. Wow. It's like she was made to say it. She really needs me. I need her. To stay. But I'm scared.

"Okay babe I'll pick you up right now I'm leaving stay with Mrs Castillo and wait for me"

"Thankyou Kian I lo-" wait did she just go to say I lo-.  Never mind. Wait ? Was it though. I need to see her.

I gripped the keys from the side and ran out to my moms car. Lucky Jc has taught me these back alleys and streets we can cut through. Cause he's into all that adventure shit. Mostly to go skinny dipping.

Skips car journey.
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Fran

"Sit down honey I'll make you something to drink" Mrs Castillo said to me whilst I was frantically walking up and down in a line

"I'm okay thankyou" she's so sweet.

A few minutes later I see someone in a hoodie come up to the door. I lost my shit.
It can't be George. He doesn't know I'm here does he?  I burst out crying whilst mrs Castillo offered me another silk handkerchief.
But to my luck it's Kian.Thank the Lord.

Mrs Castillo opened the door and I ran into his arms.
"Kian"I said as I put my head into the crook of his neck.

"Oh my god are you okay fran??! I'm so worried" he said. 

"Not really but we need to go" I told him.

I thank mrs Castillo for opening the door and being ever so kind. She said anytime and she gave me hers and Jc's numbers just in case anything like that happened again Me and Kian hugged her and we left.

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