Watch Over Me {n.h}

Watch Over Me {n.h}

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"Don't let him take me again, Niall!" I sobbed into his chest as he stroked my back, worried for me. "Shh, it was just a dream, I'll always watch over you." He kissed my forehead. "Always..?" I looked up at him, my eyes red and teary. "Always." He replied. Warning: Contains intense themes such as (Abuse, Sexual Content, and Suicide)
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[✓] ∥ It all happened in a split second. One moment I was on his back, and the next one I was lying on the ground, watching the man who would be responsible for my possible disabilities run away. The woman was sitting and had her back against a near-by wall, and from what I could see, her eyes were wide and she was shaking. I would be too, if I wasn't paralyzed. Literally. A few hours later, well, just about 20 seconds in reality, she slowly stood up and observed me with horror in her eyes for a few moments. I looked back at her, seeing as that was the only thing I could do to let her know I was still alive. "Dear lord, child, what have you done?" She whispered, looking down at me. "I need..." I could barely choke the words out. "I need you to call the ambulance." Copyright © 2014 by funkystyles

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