Graces point of view
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I woke up in my own bed, in his arms
But I didn't know it was him, I jumped up, I woke him
When I saw who it was
I lay down again, but beside him.
"Thank you" I managed to let the words escape my lips "you're amazing" I started to cry. I was scared
He turned onto his side and wiped a tear from my face
"No thanks needed, as long as you're ok" he whispered,
"did Kayla and maddie hurt you?" He asked
All I could do was nod
He touched my cheekbone gently, but it hurt so I flinched
"Wow, they hit you hard" he said "but they won't ever again, and I'll make sure of that"
I just smiled, then I remembered we had school today. I freaked but saw it was still early, 6am
"We have school" I managed to say "you should go home and get ready"
"Shit, we do" he said, disappointed, "can I take you today?"
"Sure, I'll be ready by 7 30" I said
I sat with him on my bed for a few more minutes, then he left to go get some clothes on
I got dressed into something that would hide the bruises on my arms and legs
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I covered up the bruises on my face with some makeup
Then I packed my bag, folded his hoodie and slid it under my arm, then ran outside to go to school, rushing past my mom and dad
I was about to slide into the backseat of his car because tony was in front but tony got out and let me get in the front
"Thanks" I smiled
I grabbed the hoodie and tried to hand it to ondreaz "here" I said "thank you for your help last night" tears filled my eyes
He pushed my outstretched hands back towards my body "keep it" he said with a smile "it looked better on you anyway"
"Thanks" I said
I took off my jersey and put on his hoodie.
It felt nice
On the drive to school all I could think about was how right I felt in his arms
I missed it.
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ondreaz point of view
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When she got into my car, she had covered her bruises up all over
And the ones on her face were covered with makeup
I felt sad, she had bruised so easily.
She tried to give me my hoodie back, but I wouldn't take it, she looked so cute in that hoodie, it should be hers
As I looked into her light brown eyes, I wanted her in my arms again
I missed that feeling
I really did.
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