I watch you every night as you sleep, laying right there next to you. you always leave the window open hmm i love the smell of your skin and the color of your hair, i even saved a piece in my scrapbook sorry about the bruises i just..i get so angry when he drops you off at home on Saturday night, why do you have to be such a whore Rebekah? your mine or no one else will have you. plain and simple.All Rights Reserved