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so here it is, chapter 6! ENJOY!
She felt the warmth of the sun on her face as she slowly opened her eyes; she felt peaceful, a feeling she hadn't felt in far too long. Her hand rested on something hard yet soft. Then she realised what it was resting on; a muscular chest. She then noticed the strong arms around her and became alert with panic. Memories flashed through her mind and she jolted out of his grip and sprang back to the farthest corner of the mattress, pulling her knees to her chest.
Her breathing came faster and faster and with her head in her knees she whispered to herself, "Not again. Please no, not again…" as tears began to spring from her eyes.
Jonathon sat up on the opposite top corner of the mattress, trying to process what just happened. At first he was sleeping soundly, with an unfamiliar yet comforting warmth against him and the heavenly scent of strawberries flooding his senses. He would've believed he was dreaming if it weren't for the metallic twang of blood. The first thing he noticed was her hair tickling his neck and then a hand pushing against him as she struggled out of his loose yet firm embrace.
He felt as if he'd lost something... his chest felt cold. He remembered the warmth of her hand on his chest; he felt a pang of grief run through him from this loss. He quickly shook it off, his eyes darted around the room, almost strategically, looking for an exit; his eyes fell on the door. His eyes then flicked back to the whimpering girl and he couldn't move. She looked at him, showing her bruised and bloody face once again, and another tear rolled down her face. His hand itched to reach up and wipe it away but resisted the urge with great effort.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she trailed off as her head fell back into her knees.
He was processing what she said, and without thinking, replied with, "Don't be, it's fine; no one wants to be near me..." He thought back to his 5th birthday when his father told him how his mother had killed herself because she couldn't handle the sight of her own son... he was a monster. He slowly pulled himself to his feet. He dragged himself to the door, but as he reached for the handle he heard her sweet voice again. He reflexively turned on his heal to see her watery blue eyes looking at him through the sunshine hair that hung in front of her face.
'What did she say? She couldn't of? And yet...'
She repeated her words, trying not to burst into tears as her shaky voice whispered, "...please stay... please don't leave me….please."
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