You don't even know me...

You don't even know me...

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"Why did you save me?" you asked, looking over to the brunette standing in the door way of the train corridor. He shook his head and turned to leave you sitting on the bed alone in the room. "Wait! Answer my question!" you called causing him to sigh and walk back into the room. "What." He stated and sat down in the chair across from you. With a sigh he ran a hand through his hair and stared at you. "What do you want?" "Why did you save me? Was it for your own benefit?" you asked pulling the blanket closer to your body, hiding yourself slightly. "What are you going to do to me?" "Why are you saying this crap? I'm not going to do anything to you, I saved you from that douchè bag remember?" He snapped loudly catching you off guard making you flinch. He notices and winces, you still were traumatized from almost getting raped a few days ago. "You don't even know me. So don't make assumptions about me."
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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