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"Let me be," she whispered. There was tears running down her face. One by one, they toppled over each other. "You don't understand." The girl stammered, holding back her next thought. She winced, choking slightly on her tears, before releasing it from her lips. "You never will understand." Elliot took a step back, brushing slightly into the tall ferns behind him. The girl sobbed now. Her hair flying wildly in the wind before settling on her wet face. It didn't move again. He took another step back. He saw her now. It wasn't any girl. This was his Sophie. This was the girl he loved... And the girl he was about to lose.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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