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CHAD POV

I walked down to the maids' quarters after being fully dressed and ready for my fantastic day at College. I really didn't want to wake up this morning. Mary and Jasmine left a few minutes after I woke up. They had to do the walk of shame. I have two years of school… and that's it. Sonny on the other hand has one more and since its high school, it should be easy. Her ass is going either way. I knocked on the door of her room and waited for a response. When I didn't get one, I opened the door and walked into the room and scoffed when I saw her balled up underneath the covers and her hair spreading over every pillow. She looked like a wild sleeper. Plus, she slept fully clothed since she was eating in that earlier this morning. I kicked the corner of the bed and saw her stir but she didn't wake. She turned her back to me. Sonny has a small bruise on the back of her neck. Those guys really hurt her and looking at the bruises is pissing me off.

Curiously, I sat down on the bed and carefully pushed the hair off her neck. She doesn't complain about pain and I never seen her take pain killers. I ran my thumb over it, moving the loose sweater off her shoulder and saw the finger shaped marks on her. Holy shit. I dropped my hand and shook my head. I was still curious so I pushed the covers off her gently and lifted her sweater from the bottom. It's really sad how purple she is under her clothes. I ran my hand over the fading bruises until I felt her pull away from me abruptly. She got out of the bed quickly and shook her head.

"Don't. touch me," She snapped and pushed her hair out of her face. "Don't ever touch me."

"Sonny-"

"You… or anyone else c-can't touch me,"

I chuckled. "I wasn't going to hurt you. I was just looking." I held my hands up in defense and rose to my feet.

"Why? So you can see what you can touch o-or have?" She said loudly in a raspy voice. "You were lifting up my clothes."

"Sonny, I was-"

"I don't care!" She blurted out when she cut me off. "Do not touch me or lift my clothing; especially when I'm sleeping…"

"I was just looking," I exclaimed. Oh! She thought… "No. I wasn't going to do anything." She narrowed her eyes at me before grabbing her bag and heading in the direction of the bathroom. "What are you doing? The door is this way,"

"I'd like to wash my mouth. Is that okay with you, sir?" She stated from the bathroom.

"I'm really sick of your attitude,"

"That sounds like a problem. Would you like to leave it in a suggestion box?" I rolled my eyes, listening to her gargle some liquid before spitting it out.

"What is with you this morning?"

"Well, I don't know. I woke up… being touched. It was uncomfortable," She flipped the light off in the bathroom after walking out and coming face to face with me. "Is that a good enough answer?"

"What makes you think you can talk to me this way, Sonny?" I stepped closer to her.

"It's morning and I don't work for you in the mornings. Right now, you're just some guy."

"You're in my house,"

"Not by choice."

"For safety and you should be grateful. You could go back and get punched in the face if you're going to keep acting like a bitch," I spat. She folded her arms, closing her jaw tightly. "So, what's it going to be?"

"I'm going to school." She scoffed and pushed around me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "I'm going,"

"Don't. Talk to me like that again." I warned her. It's like she shrunk smaller than she was and just nodded. I didn't mean to scare her but it's not my fault that she's so timid.

She kept her eyes off me the whole ride to her school. I just looked at the road and ran my fingers through my hair. She's so stubborn. She's as stubborn as a mule as my father would say. I tapped the wheel with my thumb when I slowed down to a stop light, looking at the rips in her jeans. All her jeans have rips in it, I just noticed that. I've never seen her in a pair of solid, blue jeans. Plus, she slept in that and now she's going to school in it.

"You slept in that last night," She looked at her sweater and then to me.

"Was that a question or… a statement?"

"Statement."

"Yeah, I did…"

"You don't have pajamas?"

"No, I wasn't planning on spending the night," She murmured, pulling her sleeves past her thumbs.

"Did you sleep okay?" Sonny nodded and looked out the window. "Are all your jeans ripped up like that?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Did you buy them like that?" She shook her head. "So… how do they get so ripped up?"

"You have a lot of questions." I heard her giggled. "I'm sure I didn't sign up for an interview. Did you buy all your clothes with… fancy labels on them?"

"Yeah,"

"Why don't you sleep in pajamas instead of boxers?"

"It's easier," I replied. "Do you need clothes?"

"I'll just get some when I go ho-"

I cleared my throat. "You're not going home. That's the last thing you'll do,"

"My clothes are there."

"Fine then you won't go without me," I simply stated with a shrugged. She moaned uncomfortably and put her eyes on me.

"I kinda don't want you in my house."

"I don't want to be in your house but you need clothes. I don't want you to be in your house alone so… I'm going,"

"Chad,"

"Sonny."

"Bu-"

"Have a good day at school." I smiled, slowing to a stop at the sidewalk in front of her school and unlocking the doors. She scoffed out of annoyance and opened my car door. I know she wanted to curse me out and flip me off but I could care less.


SONNY POV

I slammed my locker closed, locking it and leaning my forehead on it. Why would Chad touch me? Who does he think he is? He may be my boss but that doesn't give him the right to touch me whenever he fucking feels like it. Especially when I'm sleeping. That's almost like taking advantage of me. I don't care if he's curious or not. He should keep his hands to himself. Then he wants to drop me off to get clothes. I can get it myself! He doesn't have to be so involved. I pushed myself up off the locker and turned around to walk to the library. The crowded halls of Fairway was the worst. I was like the schools personal circus. They waited for me to do something freaky. The girls waited for me to breakdown and the guys... I don't even know what they wanted from me. I was a freak in this school. Opening the doors to the library, I searched for a table. They were all taken by two people or more. I could ask if I can sit with one but they'll just say no with disgust. I'm really considering dropping out and going for my GED.

I saw Aaron sitting at a table by himself. I sucked it up and made my way over to him. "Can I sit here?" He looked up and furrowed his brows. "I won't bother you."

He hesitated a bit, "Yeah," He responded. I sat in the far side of the table and took my math textbook out of my bag along with my spiral notebook and a pencil. I flipped to my homework page and looked at the first question. Easy. I started scribbling down numbers, leaning my cheek on my hand. It wasn't until a folded piece of paper landed on my textbook. I unfolded it and read it.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes.' I wrote and slid it back. It landed near me a few seconds later.

'How've you been?'

'Fine. Everything's the same. What about you?'

'I'm good'

'That's good :)'

'I'm sorry'

'Don't worry about it'

'I feel bad. Like a jerk and an asshole.' I picked up my pen but before I could write something back, a science textbook dropped on top of the note with a loud thud and a girl cleared her throat.

"You're in my seat." She said cockily.

"But you weren't sitting here before," I looked up to her and quirked a brow.

"Yeah, well I'm here now and since I want to sit next to my boyfriend, you can get up." She smiled. When did Aaron get a new girlfriend? She was a tall blonde with big blue eyes. Kind of like she was all American. She was skinny. She maybe weighed ten pounds more than a model.

"She can sit here, babe. Don't be rude." Aaron defended. I wanted to smile but my face refused to form one.

"Why can't I be rude? Her father and his jackass friends are rude to everyone," She quipped, shooting daggers at me. "Get up." Sighing, I gathered my books and got up. I slung my bag over my shoulder. I walked out of the library, wanting to cry. I'm definitely dropping out at the end of the semester. Two weeks. Two weeks until the semester ends. I sat in an empty stairway, putting my books on my tap and writing out answers. I still have history and English homework to do.

"Come on, Rosa, don't be a bitch." I heard a males voice come through the stairway. I listened in since there was nothing better to do.

"No, Zack. You cheated on me,"

"It didn't mean anything to me. She was just some girl." He tried.

"You said you'd wait," She whined to him. I'm guessing Rosa is a virgin. I would've thought the opposite. "You're a pig."

"Rosa, it was nothing. There was no emotion attached to it."

"Just get away from me, Zack. I'm done..." She said forcefully. He sucked his teeth in a hiss.

"Don't break up with me. I'll make it up to you," No, he's gonna do it again.

"It's over. Officially. Take your stupid necklace," There was a loud clang that I assumed was from her throwing it at the enclosed fire hydrant.

"Ro-"

"No, Zack!" She exclaimed. Then it was quiet for a few seconds. Footsteps headed in my direction and I wondered: should I move or no? I looked over my shoulder and saw Rosa sit down six steps away from me. She was sobbing softly, upset from her break up. Well... life goes on. I pulled my bag towards me, closing my books and putting them in my bag. I searched through the front pockets and pulled out a pack of tissues.

"Were you listening the whole time?" I heard her ask when I walked up the steps.

"I... yeah, I heard. Are you okay?"

"He's such an asshole," She chuckled sadly while trying to stop her bottom lip from quivering. For a split second… she seemed like she was being kind of nice. Maybe because she wasn't following Rachel.

I offered her tissues. "Here..."

She scrunched up her nose at me. "I don't want your diseased tissues. It'll probably give me an STD." Nope, she's a bitch.

"Rosa, I'm just trying to be nice."

She took them out of my hand, putting them beside her. I was waiting for a thank you but instead, she sneered:

"Bye."

I narrowed my eyes. "That's why your boyfriend cheated on you, bitch." I spat out at her.

"And that's why your father's a drunk bastard!" She seethed back as I opened up the stairwell door. My father is a drunk bastard. I can't even get mad at the truth.


CHAD POV

"Mary is a freak when she's stoned." I'm done with my classes and I'm just waiting half an hour for Sonny to get out of school so I can drive over to get her. If she isn't there, I'm going to be pissed. That is all I'm saying on that subject.

"Mary's a freak period," Penelope blew out smoke from her cigarette and sighed. "Have you had any problems with the new maid yet?"

"No, she's doing fine. She's actually... doing a pretty good job." I stated, sitting on the courtyard bench and leaning back. Nico walked up with Tawni beside him and patted the top of my head.

"You know... you've had two threesomes in two weeks." He teased.

"And? Don't be jealous,"

"Why would I be jealous? I don't like having sex with two people at once. It's weird."

"Nico, you are a man, right?"

He snickered and nodded. "The last time Tawni checked, yeah, I am." His girlfriend slapped his chest with the back of his hand when he only grinned.

"And you wouldn't want to have two girls giving you a blow job at once?" I squinted my eyes at the sun as he stayed silent. "Yes... no?"

"So, I found out that my parents are throwing a fundraiser for dolphins." I laughed loudly because he didn't answer the question. He changed the subject completely. I'm surprised Tawni didn't say anything.

"Dolphins?"

"Mhm, don't let me suffer by myself. It's Friday night."

"I have plans." Penelope blurted out. "Jason is in town and we're going to his family's beach house." She said excitedly, throwing her cigarette on the ground and stepping on it.

I snorted a chuckle. "Don't get pregnant,"

"Oh please... I'm on the pill. I have been since I was fourteen. You out of all people should know,"

"Yeah, you cheated on him with me repeatedly. I probably should know." I rolled my eyes. I don't regret anything though. I'm pretty sure Jason is cheating on her with New York models anyway. They both cheat. They should just call it an open relationship.

"So wait... The rest of you guys are coming Friday night?"

"Yeah, whatever..." We waved it off and smirked. "Why dolphins?"

"I think someone caught one and killed it last week and posted it on YouTube. My parents want to do something about it," He grumbled.

I lifted my wrist and looked at my watch. "I'm gonna go." I announced and rose to my feet.

"Where you going?"

I groaned. "I gotta go pick Sonny up from school."

"Aw, you're on babysitting duty," Tawni taunted and gave a smile. I flipped her off and pushed my hands in my pockets.

I turned around and started walking away. "Later."

"Make sure you buy her a happy meal." She called out behind me. I chortled to myself and shook my head.

"Fuck you." I said back.


I saw Sonny coming down the steps with her hood over her head. She didn't come out talking to friends or anything like I thought she would. She looked like she hated this school. She stopped short when she saw my car and pursed her lips. She always thinks I'm joking when I tell her I'm going to do something. I put the car in drive when she got in and closed the door. I sped off at a speed that was over the limit and looked at her. She just stared out the window and chewed on her bottom lip.

"Why do you look so sad?"

Her head turned to me. "Hm?"

"Why do you look sad?"

"Nah, I'm just tired. Not everyone can go to private school like you," She said lowly and shrugged her shoulders.

"You could go to private school if you have the grades."

"I doubt it. They don't take people like me," I made a left at a green light and was instantly on Cove.

"Why do you put yourself down like that? I'm pretty sure you're smart." She folded her arms and sat back in my chair. "Is that your way of telling me you aren't smart?"

"I'm smart… but not smart enough. School isn't for me." She stated.

"What do you mean?" I slowed at a stop light and turned my head to her fully.

"I'm dropping out. I can't do it anymore,"

"What do you mean 'you can't do it anymore'? The school work is too much or…"

"It's just all of it. The work, the teachers, the… students. I don't want to go. I have to work." I knitted my brows together, shaking my head. "I'll get my GED and that'll be it,"

"Sonny, you're a maid. You can balance work and school. You're doing it now. School is… essential."

"Not really." I stepped on the gas when the light turned green, going the same way she told me to get to her home the last time. I wonder if her dad would be home.

"Sonny, you have to get an education."

"No, I don't,"

"I will convince you and trust me; I can be very convincing," I breathed out and used one hand to drive while the other hand cranked up the air conditioning.

"Chad, this is not your decision."

"It can't happen anyway," I suddenly grinned and shot my eyes at her for a moment.

"Why the hell not?"

"You're only sixteen. You need parental consent to drop out of high school,"

"My father's a drunk, my mother's gone, and my grandparents are dead. I have no family with real signatures. I can sign the paper myself. Something we… lower class people do. It's called forging. Plus, I've done my research. You can drop out of school in California at sixteen without parental consent. You're not my parent so I don't need your consent." What the hell? Who does Sonny have in her life? It's like she's all alone with her alcoholic father and his abusive friends.

"Sonny, my life is like yours in some way. I wa-"

She laughed crudely. "Your life is nothing like mine."

"I'm saying; I've forged signatures, cut school… I've done things most average teenagers do. I've taken my father's Maybach for a joyride and totaled it." Her jaw dropped at least four feet.

"That's not average. You don't total a Maybach. That car is so expensive. I'd murder you if you were my son and you did that," She laughed softly. I smirked and shrugged again.

"He bought another one."

"That's not that point. One day, you should really cherish what you have because there are people in the world that don't have everything. Even me… I cherish that I have a bed and money to keep food in my mouth because there are people out there that have absolutely nothing." She explained. "There's always someone that has it worse."

"You're like a humanitarian,"

"Chad…" She tilted her head and peered over at me. "You can be really ungrateful sometimes."

"You barely know me,"

"I know enough." She pointed out.

"Well…" I swallowed and turned down another block. "It doesn't matter," I pulled into the trailer lot and stopped in front of hers. She just sat still for a few seconds while I un-clicked my seatbelt. "Come on,"

"Y-You're getting out too?"

"Yes."

"No." She immediately said. "Y-You can't."

"But I am." I opened my car door and slammed it shut. She got out of the car and ran over to my side, placing both hands on my chest.

"Don't go inside. Please?"

"I'm a big boy. I can handle myself," I winked and watched her face turn red. Her lips pursed and she turned, walking up to the milk crates and pushing the door open. Preparing myself for the worst, I went in behind her and suffocated. It smelt like pure alcohol in here. It was like a distillery. There were four pairs of eyes on me, burning through my body. I just stood strong and followed behind Sonny. "Which one's your dad?"

"He's the one sleeping in the chair."

"Oh…" I nodded. She pushed open her room door, inhaling deeply. This is the cleanest smelling room. It was okay looking for a trailer. Her bed was small and it wasn't a lot of space but it was… livable. I guess it was a twin size bed. I sat on her bed when she closed the door and put a chair up underneath it. She just locked me in here. "Why'd you-?"

"Sonny, where the fuck have you been?" One of the men slurred. She shook her head went over to her closet. She pulled out a duffle bag, putting it on the bed and then moving to her dresser. She opened up the drawer and pulled clothes out of it.

"Are they always like this?"

"Kind of." She grumbled. There were about six pairs of ripped jeans in her bag. She moved onto shirts and put at least seven of them. She had a lot of hoodies, though. She needs new clothes. Desperately. I don't know if I should take her shopping or not because... she probably wouldn't let me and I don't feel like forcing her to buy clothes. She's sixteen. She can get her shit herself.

"This is what you come home to?" Sonny nodded. That sucks. She can't have a private night without getting harassed. I feel bad. She's getting a day off tomorrow. I'll call it her... mental health day.

"I'm almost finished." She said, pulling bras and panties out and shoving them in the bag. A pair got loose from her hand and fell at my feet. I picked it up and turned them around.

"This has a four leaf clover on the ass part." I chuckled. She grabbed it from my hand, blooming red and putting it in the bag. "Are you Irish?"

"Irish, Mexican and Sicilian…" She's mixed.

"Wow," I deadpanned. "I'm part Irish also,"

"Isn't that wonderful?" She gave me a small smile, walking over to the other side of the bed and bending over. I just caught myself… looking at Sonny's ass. And Sonny... had a round ass. It must be the Hispanic part of her.

"It's not really a big deal in my family, though. Heritage isn't really big,"

"I'm more Mexican if anything. I'll show you some things." Sonny cleared her throat and stopped to think for a second, walking over to one of her drawers and digging through the bottom. She pulled out about five books by different people and put them in her bag. "I have to hurr-"

"Sonny!" There was a loud yell. She froze and let her eyes grow wide.

Her hands fumbled to zip the bag and throw it over her shoulder. Why is there a rush all of a sudden? "My dad's awake. We have to go."

"You need shoes…"

"I only own one pair, come on." She grabbed my hand to pull me up. "Don't stop walking." I feel like I'm in an action movie. She moved the chair out the way and opened the door. Dragging me out of the room, I couldn't keep up with her steps.

"Hey!" One of the guys grabbed me by my shirt and yanked me back. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Who the fuck are you to put your hands on me?" I pushed him off and balled up my fists. "Don't touch me."

"Where have you been, Sonny?" The guy I guessed was her dad scratched his jaw and walked up to her.

"Work." She answered in a scared tone. My jaw clenched when his eyes met mine for a brief moment.

"Fucking liar!" He roared.

"Dad, I'm not lying," She already started crying. She's really afraid of this man. "See look…" Sonny reached in her pocket and pulled out twenty dollars. "This is all I got but… I'll go to the back later." She gives him her last bit of money?

"Who's this guy? You're trying to replace me!" He lifted his hand and it came back on her face.

She hit the ground in a ball, slowly pushing herself up. Did he really just hit her? In front of me? I lost it. My fist went flying into his jaw, putting him on the ground. I just went crazy on everyone, dodging as many hits as I could while putting all drunk, staggering men on their ass. It's like I wanted to kill all of them for putting their hands on her and doing things to her that she never wanted. I took it personal. The only reason I stopped was because Sonny grabbed my hand, yanking me out the door before her father can get up and pushed me towards the car. I quickly got in and started it up, reversing as fast as I could.

"He's gonna kill me." She said with a tone of fear.

"You're leaving and he doesn't know where I live..."

"That doesn't mean he won't use his gun," She spat out. I turned around swiftly and drove out of the lot.

"He doesn't know where I live, we'll be fine..." She was damn near freaking out in my passenger seat.

"I should just go back... and save you all this trouble of getting hurt." She blurted out.

"You can have the day off tomorrow to calm your nerves because you're really fucked up right now," I chuckled and shook my head. "Seriously."

She ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry..."

"It's fine. You don't have to work tomorrow if you don't want to and you can stay home from school,"

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She inquired and turned her body to me. "All I've seemed to do was cause you trouble and I feel horrible about that."

"You don't cause me trouble. You make it sound like you're a burden to me and you're not,"

She chewed on her bottom lip and looked at me, turning around to look out her own window.


SONNY POV

To see Chad fight over me was revolutionary. No one has ever fought over me, to keep me safe from harm. I didn't know how to respond to it and I kept wanting to say thank you but it looked like he didn't want me to bring it up. I wish he didn't do what he did though. If my father ever finds out where I am; I'm pretty sure he would kill Chad and kill me. I don't know what it is about my father and his friends. They're very possessive and mean. They don't like me leaving the house. They're all lonely, depressed old men. It's like I'm the only female they have and if they lose me, they'll lose everything. I truly want to thank Chad for doing that because no one has ever done that for me.

I hesitantly walked into the study where he was sitting at the computer with his fingers typing away at the laptop in front of him. I've never seen him do homework but he was focused. Should I really bother him? His eyes left the screen and looked at me when I moved towards the black desk. He lowered the screen on the laptop and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah?"

"Oh, I um... I kind of wanted to talk to you." I said.

"About what? I have a headache and I have to write a paper," My eyes blinked twice.

"Then... I'll come back,"

He stopped me before I could leave. "No, no... what's wrong?"

"I wanted to say thank you..." I walked up to the desk and played with my hands. "Thank you for... doing what you did back at my place. Fighting my dad and the... guys," My statement came out shakily. "No one has... done that for me."

"Is that all...?"

"Y-Yeah," I nodded. "Can I do something for you... anything really?" I waited and then opened my mouth to correct myself. "Not really anything because... but I mean if there is anything t-that I..." He smirked and shook his head.

"I know what you mean and right now... no."

"Do you want anything for your headache?" I walked around behind his chair and slowly lifted my hands to his temple.

He snickered as I applied pressure to his temple and rubbed in small circles. "What are you doing?"

"You never had your temples rubbed? It allows the veins to pump more blood into your head because when you get a headache your veins constrict. So rubbing them helps," I just rambled. I'm such an idiot.

"I really don't care what it does just keep doing it." He breathed out and leaned back in his chair. He still had his prep school uniform on. "How do you know how to do this?" I used to rub Aaron's temples when he had headaches. It's just something I do to help.

"I don't know. I just do," I moved down to his shoulders and got my hand underneath his collared shirt. I could feel his tight muscles of his shoulder underneath my hand. I could also feel how warm he was. I massaged his shoulders gently, running my thumb on his shoulder blade. He hummed softly and ran his hands down his face. It sounded like he was enjoying himself. I didn't mind giving him a massage. I feel like I'm in debt to him for the most part. I squeezed his muscles again with my thumbs, listening to him let out a soft moan. It made my insides flutter. It sounded deep and husky.

"I really have to right this paper."

"What are you writing about if you don't mind me asking?"

"Macbeth."

I ran my tongue over my teeth. "I've never read it. I should leave you to write so... you don't fail a class." I removed my hands and fixed my dress to smooth out. He turned around in the chair and sighed tiredly. "Thanks..."

Chad gave me a small smile. "It wasn't a problem." He patted my dress covered thigh. I backed up a little and nodded.


I stood in the kitchen after dinner was finished with Rita and dried plates, stacking them in piles so that I can put them away. She was stirring something in the pot on the stove. I'm guessing it was our dinner. It smelled kind of good but I was so hungry, I could eat a horse.

"Rita, what are you doing?" Seth came into the kitchen with Chad behind him. They were both sweaty and shirtless. What the hell were they doing and where are their shirts! They're gorgeously fit and its' not natural for two brothers to both be that good looking and toned and God! How can I work with these distractions running around the house?

"Making dinner for Sonny and me," She answered. I picked up a stack of plates and walked over to the cabinet they belonged in. I put the plates in a high cabinet, tippy toeing to reach.

"What are you making? It smells good."

"It's just spaghetti and meatball." I always laugh at her accent.

"Can I have some?" Seth asked and dipped his finger into the pot of marinara, putting it in his mouth. "Please?"

Rita looked at him with a apologetic face. "There's only enough for two," I must keep my eyes away from Chad's chest.

"You... you can have mine. I'll eat a bowl of cereal or something." I shrugged. It wasn't a big deal to me. As long as I eat, I'm good.

Seth smirked. "Are you sure? Chad told me about how you weren't eating."

"I'm positive and I was eating. I just made sure my father was fed before I fed myself," I closed the cabinet and turned around to get more plates. I stopped short when Chad was leaning on the counter behind me with an apple, biting into it. Six abs. He had a six pack. I forced my eyes up and looked at the smirk on his face. I wanted to slap it off. He was too smug.


CHAD POV

I walked into my bedroom after finishing my six page paper around twelve in the morning. I had taken a break to mess around in the gym with Seth. Kickboxing to release my… "creative writing process". That's a load of bullshit. The best part of my break was watching Sonny try to keep her eyes above my neckline. I opened my bedroom door and saw Sonny pacing back and forth in a pair of sweatpants and a camisole. I guess that's what she slept in. I furrowed my brows and put the paper on my dresser, closing my door behind me and folding my arms.

I smirked. "What are you doing? I gave you today off and look at you..." She looked at the clock on my dresser that read '12:17' and let out a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry but it's not my fault." She smiled and took a small step towards me. "Well… it kind of is… but I'm freaking out."

"About?"

"My dad," She sighed.

"What about him?" I curved a brow up and folded my arms. She wouldn't directly look at me. Why? I'm still shirtless. "Sonny, if you're worried that he's going to find out or…" She just nodded and peered down to her feet. I walked over to her and patted her shoulder. "You have nothing to worry about while you're here."

She plopped down on my bed and put her face in her hands. "But like… what if he does find me or he tracks me down? And he… b-brings his gun and oh my g-" I clamped my hand over her mouth and shook my head, pushing her down gently and hovering over her, kind of.

"Sonny." I said lowly. "Shut the fuck up because that's not going to happen. I promise." She just looked at me with her pretty brown eyes and nodded. I removed my hand and saw her open up her mouth.

"But what if… he could come to my school… or," I clamped my hand over her mouth once more and shook my head. "When I'm walking somewhere." She said with a muffle.

"Sonny, please…" I scoffed. "You won't be walking around." Her eyes narrowed but she let out a soft laugh on my hand before I removed it.

"Thanks… for everything."

"Stop thanking me."

"But I can't. You… fought for me. You put your life in danger," She said dramatically. I snorted a laugh and closed my eyes. "I'm pretty sure he'll find me eventually but seriously… thank you."

"Sonny." I said her name sternly. "Nothing will happen to you. I will not let anything hurt you as long as you are in my life." She just stayed quiet, searching my eyes for any sign of a lie. I wasn't lying. I wasn't going to let anything hurt her.

She nodded and swallowed. "O-Okay," I don't know why I wanted to keep her safe but I couldn't let her go back to her dads. Her brown eyes are too pretty to be bruised and her body is too… beautiful to be broken. There was this sort of gravitational pull towards her. She chewed on her bottom lip gently when I tilted my head and snapped out of it.

"You should um… you should probably go to bed." She snapped out of it also and cleared her throat.

"You're probably right," I got up and pulled her up after me. She rose to her feet and headed towards my door slowly. Why do I feel awkward? "Goodnight…"

"Goodnight."


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