"To be loved and to be in love"

*Are you okay?*

I've been running for a while now. I don't think James is following me anymore, and I've never been happier. The rain has slowed down a bit, and now I can actually see where I'm going. Right when I cross the street I see him. He charges at me again and I turn and run. "Come back here, bitch!" Did I mention he's never even said my actual name? I hear his heavy footsteps behind me and I muster up the strength to run faster. I feel myself getting dizzy. Right when I think I'm about  to faint I see a house. I run up to it and use the energy I have left to kick and bang on the door. 

"HELP ME!", I screamed. I turn and see James right on the stairs of the porch. I lean against the door and prepare for him to knock the living hell out of me. He reaches back as his hand forms into a fist. I fall back as he hits me. I began to cry. The door above me opens, and I gasp crawling under the legs that were clad in grey sweats. I ran and under nearest thing I could find. I closed the door and tried to slow my breathing down. "Come out you little bastard!", He roared. I hear the water drip onto the floor meaning he was right above the sink. He opened the cabinet and dragged me out by my hair. "You never were good at hiding." He laughed a sinister laugh. I caught a glimpse of something silver and turned my head to look at it. The moment I looked it came down over James' head. He fell to the ground with a "Humph." I 

I scooted away from his motionless body. "Are you okay?" I looked up gazed upon the face of my rescuer. He reached out to me and I flinched. "N-no, please don't." His face changed to a face of concern mixed with sympathy as his eyes raked over my body. He reached into his pocket and called a number. He picked me up and I immediately felt safe. "It's okay, I've got you." He carried me up the stairs and sat me on a bed. "Thank you.." I tried to say but he rushed out of the room responding to the violent knocks on the door. 

"Oh my God", I thought as I looked into the mirror. I had a cut right across my cheek, and my my stomach held a bleeding wound. My entire body hurt. I cried until my eyes hurt. "She's in here." I heard. I lifted my head to find two officers holding James. "Do you know this man, sweetie?" The  dark-skinned woman asked me. I nodded in response. "Tell 'em Jaclyn! Tell how you got lost and I came looking for you!" He pleaded. I looked from the officer and to James. I looked in the corner of the room and saw the boy who saved me. He walked over and sat next to me. "You can tell the truth...it's okay." he comforted me. He grabbed the fuzzy black blanket from behind him and wrapped it around me. "That's n-not what happened..." I said staring at my lap. "He beat me..." I confessed. "How long, sweetheart?" The white male cop questioned. "Seven years." I responded, as the tears started again. I hear sniffing and looked over to find the boy crying as well. "That's all we needed to hear." 

"James Whitfield , you are under arrest for child cruelty, and neglecting. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." He spoke while escorting him out of the door. "NO! That bitch is lying!" He screamed. "Tell it to the judge asshole. Scum like you make me sick." I heard the female say. "I'm so sorry...I wish I could've helped you earlier." I looked at the boy and noticed how good-looking he was. Perfect curly hair, plump lips, and thick eyebrows. He even had a slight accent. "I'll run you a bath, okay?" I nodded and wrapped the blanket around me tighter.

Five minutes later he came back with a purple bath loofah, and a big towel. I stood to reach them, only to collapse. The boy caught me and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me on the counter. "I'm gonna help you is that okay?" I widen my eyes at him and he says, "No no no! I won't look I promise." He looked at me with sincere eyes and I nodded. He reached for my shirt and ripped it off. I gasped. "I got you.." He whispered. I can't lie, it sent chills down my spine. 

He got my clothes off and stayed true to his promise and didn't look at all. I can tell he's the guy every girl loves. Well I'm not gonna be one of them. I don't fall in love. I can't be loved either. "I need to wash your back." I looked up at him and went to turn around but he gently lifted me. "I told you I got you." He said. He gently scrubbed my back and rinsed me off. He grabbed the fluffy blue towel and lifted me from the water. "Thank you, umm...." I whispered hoping to Get a name from the mysterious boy. "Jacob, But I prefer Princeton, and you're welcome." He said with a smile. "I'll go get you some clothes while you dry off." He walked out of the room and came back with a pair of tight Calvin Klein boxers, grey joggers, a white wife-beater, and  black hoodie. "I know they might not fit that good but it's all I have...Do you need help?" I moved back on the bed,I winced from the pain and prayed that he didn't notice. "I got it. Thanks." He nodded and handed me the clothes. "I made dinner. In case you were hungry. Tacos?" Wow he made my favorite food. I think this is the beginning of something great. "Yeah, I love tacos." I smiled a little to show him I was sincere.  He disappeared and I smiled to myself, and began to get dressed. I think i'm gonna like it here.

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