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❝ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺. ❞
in which a purple-haired rebel try to convince a red-haired nerd, who is keeping a secret, to run away with her.
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THE FIRST THING CHERYL SAW WHEN SHE LOOKS UP was brown eyes that sparkle in the yellow glow of the room from the dim light. A soft smile rested on Cheryl's eyes face as she looks at the pinked-haired who was cradling her on a hard mattress-well, that what was what Cheryl saw through her fuzzy eyes. Then, Cheryl frowned when she realized that sparkles in Toni Topaz's eyes weren't from the light-tears. She watched as the crystal clear tears, one by one, fell down Toni's sun-kissed skin.
"Toni?" Said Cheryl quietly. "Are you crying-are you okay?"
Toni hiccuped in response, clearing surprised by her voice. She wiped fallen tears away before looking at her. "Yes, I'm okay,-are you?"
Cheryl thought about it for a while and looked back at Toni, who encouraged her to answer. She spoke. "No, I'm not okay?"
"That is okay, Cheryl-" Said Toni softly. "It's okay not to be okay."
Cheryl softly smiled and shifted up from her position. Her hand went to her head. "My head hurt like hell."
Toni chuckled and said, "Let me get a wet towel for you, okay?"
"Okay," Nodded Cheryl and shifted around as Toni got up. "Can you also turned off the light-it makes my head hurt even more?"
"Of course," Said Toni, closing off the light before leaving.
She laid back against the pillow and closed her eyes, trying to rack through her brain to see if she had any memory before her blackout...all Cheryl remembered was some creepy old guy gripping and undressing her. She shivered and whimpered.
Her hand automatically went to her neck where the guy had marked her, it hurt and went wrong because it was...wrong. She felt like scrubbing her body till his touch was gone from her.
There was a knock at the door that caused her to look up where Cheryl saw Chanel, and she nodded. Chanel walked over, her eyes puffed and red from crying. Cheryl sat up and frowned. She hated seeing people like this-crying over her.
"Chanel...please don't cry," Whispered Cheryl. "I don't want to see you suffer..."
Chanel hiccuped and sat on the couch next to Cheryl. Her head hung low in shame, Chanel's voice barely above a whisper. "I should have protected you-told you not to go upstairs and wait. I should have told Sweet Pea later and went upstairs-this would never have happened if-"
"Chanel! Don't blame yourself," Said Cheryl. "It isn't your fault-its that creepy old guy's fault. Don't blame yourself."
Chanel shook her head, not looking at Cheryl. "Cheryl, I-"
