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Moo -- Saved {2}

Part Two for Trust Me will be published soon, also for I'm Something Else!

I guess...
Requested by Bobsburgerzz101

|Warning| : depressing

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I cringed once I finished reading the note, I looked through the house windows, the lights are off. I put the note in my pocket then carried both of the duffel bags. One of them being heavier. I put the heavy one down and unzipped it, what was inside shocked me.

A bunch of stones... and, drugs?

I decided to leave that bag, I checked the other bag and it was just clothes. Good, I guess. I zipped the bag and put the person over my shoulder so I can carry the bag filled with clothes.

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Once I made it back home, I struggled on getting the keys from my pocket. But once I got it, I unlocked the door and walked in. I closed the door, locking it. I walked to the living room, lying the person on the couch, I put the duffel bag near them.

I swiftly made my way to the bathroom to get the med kit. I really hope they're okay!

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[ Your P.O.V ]

I woke up to darkness, though I was on something like a couch? Maybe it was a dream. I then felt something at the back of my head, I touched it.. bandages? This got me confused.

' ' Bandages? I thought I was outside the house... What happened? ' '

I looked around the room I was in, it may be dark but there was a few light coming from the windows. I stood up and tried looking for a light switch...
Once I found one, I flipped it on. I wasn't that surprised when I found out I was in a living room, but.. who's house is this?

"Oh.. you're awake now.." A voice said in a tired tone, I looked behind me and saw a male walking down the stairs. I gave him a confused look, "W-who are you?" I asked in a stutter.

"My name is Brock," He answered and looked at me, "Um, you are?" He asked me. "(Y/n).." I answered, he gave me a shy smile. "So, if you don't mind me asking.. why were you outside your house?"

I froze. Ever since I've been living with her, I always wanted to tell someone, but everytime I have that urge I just tell myself "keep things to yourself." Now I don't know if I should tell him or not.

"H-hey, it's okay if you don't want to t-tell me, I-I understand." He said and looks away. I mean, I'm guessing he was the one that helped me? ...Why not tell him. "W-well, I used to work at a near by cafe but I got fired because the manager said I wasn't enthusiastic enough. So I had to live with my mother who someh- ..who ended up being abusive. She made me do all of the chores then-" Before I could continue Brock engulfed me in a hug.

"Th-that's all I need to hear, I'm sorry about that." He said while rubbing circles on my back. "I-it's okay.." I said and hesitantly hugged him back, I then started crying.

Not only because I remembered everything my mother did to me, but also because Brock helped me. Even if he didn't know me, he saved me.