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WARNING RATED M.

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I've been awake now for nine hours since I got to Rory's apartment at five. I couldn't fall asleep, not when I was so angry. It took all the self restraint I had in me to not go hunt for Paul and kill him. In fact, I had thought of several different scenerios in which I would slowly and torturously kill the dirtbag.

Scenerio numero uno: Skin him and salt him. My personal favorite.

Scenerio numero dos: Slowly slit his throat. My second favorite.

Scenerio numero tres: Shoot him in the head. My least favorite, not as fun and too quick for my liking. I want him to suffer for what he did to innocent Rory. My innocent Rory.

Who, unfortunately wasn't mine.

I still coudn't wrap my mind around what had happened today. Rory was raped. By Paul. What the fuck? That's the question I've been asking myself since I found Rory lying naked on her bed staring at the ceiling with a dead look in her eyes nine hours ago. She was raped. Rory, who never did anything wrong and was the most selfless, caring, sweet and loving person ever was raped.

Life wasn't fair.

But nobody ever said it was. I just can't for the life of me figure out why this would happen. I mean, I never liked Paul, and Rory would stick up for him saying that he was a good stepdad and helped out and wasn't bad like her mom and how does he repay her kind thoughts? He rapes her.

I repeat my question, what the fuck.

If Rory let me have my chance to beat the crap out of this pig, I wouldn't pass it up. The problem was, if I started beating him up, I wasn't sure I had enough self will to stop.

I wasn't sure if I would want to.

As soon as I had figured out what happened, I wanted to hunt him down and act out one of the many different scenerio that entered my head.

But Rory needed me, she didn't say it, but I could tell. Me and Rory had that connection, I knew what she wanted at all times, and she knew what I wanted. Except for one thing, that I hid well and that was my feelings for her. It was weird though, nobody could really break through the natural barriers that I had put up. Except her. She knew when I was upset, happy, pissed. And I didn't even have to say anything, she would take one look at my face and know. She also knew exactly what to do to cheer me up when I was in a bad mood.

Order tai food and rent Almost Famous.

She hated Almost Famous and usually when I made her watch it she would punish me by ordering Indian food.

But it was natural, we didn't have to force anything like I had to with some people. I liked that.

I look down at her sleeping face. She looks so peaceful. She looks so happy.

She looks like an angel.

Not that that differs from how she looks when she's awake. She is an angel, sent straight from Heaven. She walks above us all. She is better than most people.

She is much better than me.

I certainly am not worthy of her, this angel in my arms.

She would realize this one day and look back and think of how stupid she was to waste her time with a lost hope like me.

She's beautiful and smart. So smart she should be in a fancy prep school. I once tried to arrange it, I brought her to dinner with my wealthy grandparents, Emily and Richard, and told them her situation, as I finished telling of her financial situation I asked them if they could perhaps pay for her prep school if she was accepted, which she would have been, and in exchange they'd come to this dinner every Friday night.

Rory's face went beat red and she stormed out of the house, shocking my grandparents. She's been so sweet and calm all the evening. He could tell Emily just adored her shy kindess, and Richard was sold the second she spoke of Charles Dickens's genuis in literature. They argued over Ayn Rand and Hemmingway, Richard taking Jess's side and Emily taking Rory's.

But then she stormed out. I apologized to my grandparents before running out after her. Man was she livid. She screamed and yelled like I'd never heard her do before. And to top off her uncharacteristic yelling, she slapped me across the face. Hard. Silence insued afterwards. Her face took on an apolegetic expression as they climbed into the car and he drove her home. My face stung.

So did my heart.

I never expected her to do something like that.

She muttered an apology as she climbed out of my mom's jeep and went into her apartment complex. I waited until she was inside and then I drove back.

I glance at the clock, it reads 2:15 AM. I look back down at her face and take in every detail. Her face is pale, as always, a beautiful pale. Her skin almost glows. I like the fact that she's pale, I can't stand those girls who get fake tans so much that their orange. Me and Rory make fun of them, even she can't help it. I mean, come on they look like fucking tangerines. Her lids are closed, hiding her bright baby blues from my sight. Her eyes are my favorite feature on her face. Her nose is small and pixie like, perfect, especially compared to my big bulky nose. And her lips, pale and pouty and perfect.

I've always dreamed of kissing her perfect, soft lips.

She's still naked and even though it's slightly inappropriate timing, I'm a little aroused. But then I remember the circumstances and close my eyes, sighing.

I tighten my arm around her and finally fall into sleep with my angel.