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Note-This is my first Veronica Mars fic, so please be kind. Somewhat AU. This is in Veronica's POV.
Knock, knock
My eyes jetted to my alarm which said in big red numbers 3:30 a.m.
Knock, knock
I removed my covers and ran to the door. "Who is it?" I asked.
"Me," the voice answered.
I opened to the door. "What happened?" I demanded when I saw his bruised and bloody face.
"My-my Dad," he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around him. "It's going to be okay," I whispered back. I led him to my bed so he could sit.
"I-I screwed up," he stated. "He used a belt."
In the blink of an eye I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. "You can stay here tonight," I told him as I wiped the blood off.
He gently touched my hand. "Veronica."
I placed my finger tenderly over his lips. "I need to clean the cuts, so you don't get an infection."
He smiled, but winced in pain as I applied pressure to the wounds. "You don't have to help me."
I stared at him and answered, "I don't have to, but I want to."
Finally I was finished. I laid on my bed and let him lay next to me. "What happened exactly?"
"I started yelling and said some things he didn't like…he took off his belt," he explained.
I wrapped my arms around him.
He rested his head on my shoulder. "Veronica, I love you."
I pulled myself closer to him. "I love you, too, Logan." With that we fell asleep in each others arms. Around 6, I could hear him crying, so I pulled even closer. My shirt became drenched in tears.
He held my hand. "Veronica, why are you always there when I need you," Logan whispered
Because you always there when I need to be saved I thought as we both drifted off to sleep again.
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