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Dacre

She was comfortable around me, I could tell. I felt the happiness I had in a while around her. Ever since my mom died, I think. The party was ending. It was about 3 something in the morning and everyone was walking home or getting a ride. Once the last couple of people left, I put my attention back on her.
"How you getting home, new girl?"
"I can drive." She mumbled, patting her pocket for her keys. I pulled them out of her hands and shook my head.
"I won't allow it. How about you give me your address and I'll drop you there." She shook her head.
"I'm fine, Dacre. I've gotten home by myself in way worse conditions. Besides my apartment is like 5 minutes away from here." She reached for her keys.
"I don't think so. Just let me drive you."
"Well then how're you gonna get home?"
"Don't worry about me. I'll walk home."
"I won't allow it." She smirked.
"How about you build my couch and you can be the first person to sleep on it?" She said, smiling. I shook my head and smiled.
"I guess that works."

On the way to ger house, she was silent. I could tell there was something on her mind.
"What's bothering you?"
"What's so bad about Emmerdale?" We stopped at a red light. I looked at her and shook my head.
"Nothing. It's just not somewhere you wanna live your life."
"No. Give me reasons why."
"You're stubborn." We pulled up to her house and she got out.
"Gimme my keys." I handed them to her and she unlocked the door. When we walked in, I saw the couch she was talking about. I started to work on it while she questioned me.
"Seriously. What's wrong here? Do y'all kill each other or something?"
"Stop talking." I mumbled.
"Is it like "The Purge"? I wouldn't be surprised."
"I'm serious. Be quiet."
"I just want to know. My dad sent me here because he thought it would be better for me after- He just thought it would be better." I stood up and looked at her.
"After what?"
"What?"
"You said after. After what?" She shook her head.
"Nothing."
"So you have secrets too?"
"So there are secrets here?"
"No." I got in her face.
"And I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut about this town. Just mind your business."
I started to pull off my jacket when she started staring at my back.
"What?" She looked away.
"Nothing." She started to walk away. I remembered I still had bruises and scratches on my back. I followed her and grabbed her arms.
"Hey! Get off of me." She looked into my eyes and got silent.

Amaya

His eyes looked cold and distant. Not playful like before.
"What happened to your back?" He let go of me and walked me into my room door.
"You sure are a nosy one, aren't you." I pushed him out of my face.
"You're definitely drunk."
"And you aren't?" He ran his hand through my hair. I looked at him again. His eyes look softer again.
"I was supposed to go to nursing school. I could help you."
"Why didn't you go to nursing school?" I looked away from him.
"I got in an accident. And I was no longer interested in learning about how to save people. Because I couldn't save my mom." I mumbled. He looked at me.
"I'm sorry. I- I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't." I pushed my hair out of my face and tugged on his jacket. He pulled it off reluctantly.
"Your shirt too." He looked at me for a good minute before pulling his shirt over his head. I looked at his back in awe. It was covered in cuts and bruises with a couple of  open wounds with bandages slapped over them carelessly.
"What happened to you?"
"My dads an alcoholic." I reached for my First-Aid box.
"I'm sorry. If you ever need somewhere to go, I'm here." He just nodded.
"I'm serious. This isn't okay. Why haven't you told anyone?"
"It just makes it worse. I've tried moving out and everything but I don't want to leave my stepmom alone with him." He winced as I rubbed alcohol over his wounds.
"Shit." He hissed.
"Sorry."

Dacre

She barely knows me and she's taking care of me like we have a history together. I'm gonna fall in love with this girl. After she cleaned up the cuts, I pulled my shirt back on and looked at my watch.
"You should probably go to sleep. Hangovers no joke." She nodded.
"Come with me." I followed to her room.
"Are you okay?" She asked. Nobody's asked me that since I was 7. I just looked at her and smiled.
"You're not." She wrapped her arms around me and I felt myself break down in her arms. When I stopped crying she looked at me. I was fighting the urge to kiss the shit out of her when she kissed me. When we pulled away we laid in her bed and fell asleep.