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I turned away after Kyo wasn't in sight and walked back to my house. I was relieved that the rusty, red truck was gone. I dropped my school stuff on my bed and changed into my casual jean and red t-shirt. I thought I would try to go grocery shopping before I completely starve. I grabbed my purse and walked to the store a few blocks away. I grabbed the necessary stuff like milk, bread and, eggs but lingered a while in the cookies and candy aisle. Everything was going smoothly until I reached the cash register.

I looked at the machine and the numbers were in Japanese characters. The guy standing at the counter was about my age but he probably didn't speak English. I decided to try anyway.

"Um, Excuse me." I slowly pronounced. I barely got a glance from him. I tried again. "Konichiwa." I mumbled.

He looked up from scanning my items and echoed me.

"Um. Gomen." I couldn't seem to remember how to say that I only speak a little Japanese. He looked at me weirdly and then smiled.

"You can't read Japanese characters, can you?" He chuckled.

I was stunned.

"You know English?" I squeaked. He looked at me with disbelief.

"I'm in class with you."

"Oh." I felt embarrassed. My eyes glanced over him. He had shaggy black hair that kind of hid his bright blue eyes.

"What's your name again?" I asked.

He smiled. " It's Devon." I was about to introduce myself but he interrupt me.

"You're Rose. It's a very beautiful name." The way his eyes looked threw mine, it seemed like he was looking straight into my soul.

"I'm getting off of work now so meet me here in five minutes and I'll walk you home." He smiled as he gave me my bags. He left the register and I stared at him in amazement. I was surprised that I never noticed he was in class with Kyo, Yuki, Tohru and I. The five minutes must have passed very quickly because Devon was back and offering to carry some of my bags.

"So you transferred here from America?" He asked.

"Um yeah." I was nervous and by the look on his face, he knew.

"I did too. It was two years ago so I was just starting eighth grade."

"Where did you live before?" I asked getting curious.

"I lived in California, right by the beach in San Diego." My eyes lite up

"Really, I was born there but my dad's old job made us move to Chicago." I was disappointed when we walked onto my street. I wanted to talk to him more and get to know him. My stomach did flips when I saw what was parked in the driveway.

"Do you want me to help you put the food away?"

I panicked.

"Uh, no thank you my dad is home. He'll help me." I faked a smile. He walked me to the door and handed the bags to me.

"Thank you for helping me." I smiled.

"No problem, I'll see you tomorrow in class." He smiled back at me and walked back the way we came. I took a deep breath and slowly opened the front door. The house was dark and silent. I put the groceries next to me on the floor. I shut the door and leaned against it and I searched the wall with my hand to find the light switch. I flicked the light on and almost jumped out of my skin. My dad was standing a few feet away from me holding a bottle of beer and glaring.

"Who walked you home?" His voice was low and strained.

"Just someone from the store." I had to remain clam and explain the situation to him. "He noticed that I walked there and he helped me carry the groceries home." I didn't dare move an inch.

"Is that so." He walked closer to me. I felt the throat tighten and tears threatened to fall. Just then there was a knock on the door. I gasped as my dad violently pushed me off the door onto the floor on top of the food. He swung the door open fast and hard for me unable to void it as it hit me hard against my leg. A sob escaped my throat. I closed my eyes tight.

"Yes, who are you and what do you want?" I heard him ask.

"I just walked your daughter home and she dropped her purse on the sidewalk." I was shocked. It was Devon. I wanted desperately to scream for help but I couldn't find my voice. I had to do something. I did the first thing to come to mind. I kicked the door and it hit my dad in the side. I heard a frustrating yell and he moved around the door and kicked me. I screamed as loud as I could.

"Was that Rose?" I could hear his voice, low and frantic.

"Devon, help me!" I screamed again.

"Shut up!" My dad screamed kicking me again. I heard something crash to the floor and felt someone grab my arm. I flinched and swung my arms wildly.

"Rose! Get up!" He shouted.

"No! Leave me alone!" I sobbed.

"Rose it's me. Open your eyes!" He shook me by my shoulders. I opened my eyes and Devon was there. His eyes were widebut his face calm. I looked for my dad and he was on the floor.

"Come on we have to get you out!" He pulled me up but I collapsed back to the floor. "Rose you have to stand." He said to me calmly.

"I can't." I sobbed. "I just can't." I repeated.

"Okay that's okay. I'll carry you." He put his arms around my back and under my legs. He lifted me up and carried me out of my house. My sobbing came to a stop after a while. He was still carrying me and brought me back to the store. Outside of the door there was a bench and he set me down there.

"I'm sorry." I said to him. He stared at me with intense eyes.

"Wait here." He mumbled and went into the store. I just met him and he saved me from my father. It sounds like something from a stupid romance novel. He came back and sat next to me. I couldn't look him in the eyes. The humiliation would kill me.

"Rose." His voice was low. I didn't respond.

"Rose." He said louder.

"Yes." I said softly under my breath.

"Look at me." He demanded.

I shook my head.

"Look at me Rose." He said again. I lifted my head as my eyes brimmed with tears. He took a baby wipe and dabbed at my forehead. It stung just enough to make the tears fall. He smiled at me.

"You look awful."

"Oh thanks." I half-laughed. I sighed and hastily wiped away my tears.

"You must think I'm an idiot." I muttered softly.

"No I don't think that." He argued. "I think that you are the most amazing girl I have ever met."

"And why do you think that? If I am so amazing then I wouldn't be in this situation."

"I think that because you just are."

I laughed softly.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He asked.

"I would ask Tohru but I don't remember where she lives." I murmured.

"Well then, it's settled, you are staying with me tonight."

"What?" I asked shocked.

"I have my own apartment and I have a guest bedroom that you can stay in." He explained as he stood. "Can you walk?" He asked extending his hand. I grabbed on to him for support and walked slowly at first. After a while I was able to walk with out support. There was still a sharp pain in my leg but it wasn't as bad as before. We walked into what looked like a rich neighborhood and turned to a huge apartment building.

"How can you afford this?" I asked amazed.

"My family owns it." He responded. He helped me up the stairs to the third floor. We stopped at a door that read 306 at the end of the hallway. He pulled out his keys from his pocket and opened up the door. His apartment was big and beautiful. The floors were covered with a light creamy color. He had two leather couches, a big screen TV, a gigantic kitchen, and deep red curtains.

"Here I'll show you to the guest room." He grabbed my hand and led me through the apartment. The next room also had deep red curtains and red bed sheets. There was a dresser and a night table.

"The next room is my room but Im sure you don't want to see that." He laughed.

"Is your family rich?" I asked.

"Yeah I guess they are." I could sense a hint of bitterness in his tone.

"Oh and next to my room is the restroom." He leaned against the doorframe while I ventured into the guest room. I heard him chuckle.

"What?" I asked confused.

He smiled. " You look like a little kid in a candy shop."

I frowned.

"Well its not like I'm in a home like this everyday." I teased.

He sighed. "Well I don't think my clothes will fit but I do have spear pajamas."

"What kind of pajamas are they?"

"Boxers and a baggy t-shirt."

I sighed playfully. "Well I guess that will have to do." He disappeared for a moment and was back with my sleepwear.

"It's getting late." I stated looking out the window at the sun setting.

"Have you had dinner yet?" He asked.

"No." I said still staring out the window.

"I can cook some chicken if you want." He offered. "That would be great." I smiled at him. I followed him back into the kitchen and sat on a stool next to the counter. Devon moved gracefully as he gathered all of the ingredients. I placed my chin on my arms and watched him with out saying a word. I felt my eyes get heavy but I forced them to stay open. I finally gave in and slowly drifted to sleep with my head on the counter.