Her Innocence

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* Pic of Dallas* 

I made my way up the stairs, gliding with a newfound fierceness and strength. I pushed away from the broken and fragile girl from last night to the most profound and darkest part of my mind and soul, and out emerged the lioness that protects her. I marched into the living area to find it empty.

" I made you breakfast." I quickly spun around to face the victim of my anger.

" Fuck your breakfast, you spoilt and inconsiderate little shit," I said as I walked over to him.

" Babe, I'm sorry." He said, trying to meet me halfway and wincing at the volume of my voice. I don't care if I'm too loud for his hangover, I hope his head hurts for the remainder of the week. 

" Don't come any closer," I said, stopping him in his tracks. I walked over to him, slowly looking him dead in his eyes. I don't know what I was looking for, regret, and remorse maybe. All I know is that I wanted him to look into the eyes of who he forced himself on last night. He dropped his head, too ashamed to look at me, that's all that radiated off him, shame.

" Fuck you, fuck you!" I yelled and punched his chest, he tried to grab my wrist, but I quickly moved my hand, I hadn't realized what I had done until I did it. I stood there, shocked at my actions, no marks appeared on his face, but the telltale needle pricks that scorched my hands were enough.

I grabbed my hand and stepped back, I looked at the clock and realized that I was going to be late for work.

" I'm sorry-"

" I deserved it; I should have never done that to you, Az. " He said and tried making his way towards me. I stepped back, still not wanting him in my space. He nodded and seized his attempts. I walked away to get ready for the day. I rushed to grab my stuff, thanking God that I was a paranoid freak that always had spare customized shoes in the closet. I fixed my hair and made my way to the kitchen. Dallas sat on the sofa staring out of space, I opened the fridge and took out what was meant to be his dinner, and poured it into my lunch container. I grabbed a protein bar and my water bottle. I walked out the door without uttering a word to him, I hope we can talk about this later, but I'm not ready just yet.

I quickly dropped my bag and made my way over to the barre beside Halle. She looked at me as if she felt sorry for me, was I wearing the past 12 hours on my face.

" Nice of you to finally join us, Miss Lockhart," Madame said. I sighed, realizing why Hals threw me that look of pity.

" Sorry, Madame," I said, trying not to give an excuse I learned that doesn't work with her. If anything, she just belittles your issues.

" If the role I gave you is too much, let me know, there are others that are just as worthy." She said as she made her way to me. I nodded and held my head straight, maintaining my posture, and trying to ignore the little pest.

She huffed and walked away. I sighed and cursed under my breath.

" Are you okay?" Hals asked after our warm-up, I nodded before taking a gulp of water, feeling my body embrace the cooling liquid.

" Yeah, just had some issues with Dallas," I said while closing my bottle.

" What did he do, do I have to get my knives?" She asked, making me chuckle, I love her so much. I looked down at her 5ft 3'' petite frame. Her auburn hair pulled into a neat bun like the rest of us, pink heart-shaped lips, with a deep cupid's bow. Long lashes that framed beautiful brown eyes, that complemented her dusting of freckles. Her entire face screamed innocence, but I swear this girl can fuck you up in a minute.

" Finish admiring me? Quinn wouldn't like that." She said with a smirk.

" Quinn can kiss my ass, you were mine first," I said, making her laugh.