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I’m never letting her go again. She’s never leaving my sight, even if I have to follow her everywhere, I don’t care. I’ll do what I have to do, but of course, she had other plans. She stayed in my lap the whole way back to the house and I just held on to her for dear life the entire time. I took a quick look at her from head to toe. The bruising on her face was yellow, almost healed and the busted lip she had was just a little mark. Her wrists were bright red like she was fighting from her hands being tied and her legs were covered with scratches. I looked down at her ankles and noticed how red and scarred they were, almost like burns.
I had so many questions running through my head but I was afraid to actually ask them out loud.
What happened for him to get to her?
How was she wh
