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Maya didn't know how long she was running. But all she knew was that she was tired. She's not exactly made for long distance running, so it felt as if her lungs were going to collapse any second. But she pulled through because she was afraid what was happening. She was thinking of all of the worst possible scenarios in her head.

Finally, Maya made it to her apartment and ran all the way to the third floor, wondering how much blood there was spilled or how many ambulances had came. Maybe she was too late? Maybe they both—

She stopped. Because there, sitting in front of the door to her apartment, was Lucas. Maya let out a sigh of complete and utter relief. Okay, she wasn't too late. But then she stopped. He looked…fine. Lucas looked fine. He was looking down, as if he were waiting for her to come, with a angry scowl on his face.

"What did you do?" Maya said, panting as she walked over to Lucas. She dropped the bags and knelt down beside him. "What happened? Where's Andy?"

"Andy?" Lucas said, eyes flashing. "He's gone."

"What do you mean?" Maya asked slowly, her eyes widening fearfully. Did he actually…?

"No! Not like that," Lucas said quickly, standing up from the floor. "I mean he ran—the wimp." he shook his head out of disgust.

Maya frowned. "He ran?"

"Yeah. I guess he's not as tough as he thinks he is. No wonder why he…"

She looked away. Lucas opened his mouth but Maya had already made her way to her apartment door and was fumbling for her keys.

"Maya." Lucas's voice was gentle as he called out her name. When she turned, she saw his eyes had softened. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Because I…I can take care of myself." Because he was the only person who ever loved her.

"Obviously not, because he's literally twice your size and using you as his own little punching bag!"

Maya said nothing.

"Why didn't you tell Riley? Or Farkle or Zay or…me?"

She looked down, and when she did something caught her eye. "Lucas, your knuckles."

He looked down and just seemed to have noticed that both his hands were bleeding and cut.

"I thought you said Andy just ran?" Maya asked slowly, frowning at his knuckles in concern.

"He did—after I beat the shit out of him. The punk barely could fight back."

Maya frowned. That wasn't right. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, Maya. Why wouldn't I be?"

That was definitely not right. But she didn't say anything as she unlocked her door. "I have stuff for your knuckles," she explained, letting Lucas in. And then she realized this was the first time he had been in her apartment ever. Maya swallowed, because she never thought that he'd be in there. With her. Alone.

She awkwardly fixed up Lucas's bloody knuckles as he silently watched her every move. Maya knew what was coming. She knew, but she didn't want it to come. She was okay.

"We need to bring Andy in to the cops." It took about ten minutes, but Lucas finally broke the suffocating silence.

And Maya was scared. Because Andy was the only thing she had. He loved her, and she loved him. He didn't mean to hit her. It was okay. At least, that's what she told herself countless times.

"I'll handle this," Maya told him—because she would. She knew Andy best, and Lucas didn't know what he was getting himself into.

"No, Maya. We're going to the cops, and you're getting help."

"Help?"

"Yes. You seem to think it's okay for someone to be beating you, so you need help. It's okay, I'll tell Riley and—"

"No! I don't need anyone's help! I know how to handle this!"

"No, you don't!"

"Oh, so you do?"

Lucas took a long breath. He stood up from the couch and walked over to where Maya was standing. And if Lucas knew that Maya had stopped breathing at that moment, he didn't show it. "I'm trying to help you, Maya." He looked at her with full sincerity, looking into her ocean blue eyes as she looked into his sea-foam green ones. He slowly reached out and touched her bruised eye. She flinched, and not just because the bruise stung.

"Thank you, Lucas, but I'm okay," Maya chocked out, taking a step back. And then another. She couldn't—they couldn't. She looked away from his mournful expression that broke her heart even more than it already was. "You should…you should get back to Riley. She's probably worried."

Lucas blinked, seeming to have forgotten about her for a moment. "Right. I should get back to Riley."

Maya picked up one of the bags and handed it to him. "You dropped the diapers."

"Thanks….she misses you, Maya," Lucas said softly.

She looked away and opened the door, letting him out without another word.

"This isn't over. We'll talk tomorrow," Lucas told her before he walked out.

After she closed it, Maya slowly slid down the door frame with her hands in her head. She didn't need help. She was okay.

Minutes later, Maya jumped a foot into the air when the phone rang. Muttering incoherent words, she dragged herself all the way to the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is this Maya Hart?"

"This is she, may I help you?"

"I'm calling to inform you that Andy Ruiz is at the Hospital and he would like for you to come."

"…Okay."

Maya clicked off without another word. Something was wrong. Maya knew Andy got into a lot of fights with guys even bigger than Lucas and always won. So why did he run from Lucas? He knew how to fight-he took martial arts for years when he was younger. He was also very strong. So how did Andy end up in the hospital and Lucas just ended up with bloody knuckles? She continued to wonder that as she put on all of her make-up to cover up her bruises, a long routine that she mastered months ago.

Something still wasn't right.

And it all made sense when she got another call from Riley.

"Oh, no," Maya gasped.

She dropped her phone and ran out of the apartment.

A/N: Muahahahahaha! I'm sorry, but I love writing cliff hangers ;P

Yeahh, so this chapter was just a crappy filler or whatever so :/ if I disappointed you, I'm sorry cause I sure as hell disappointed myself.