Kay.
I glance at the man who just shot Dean and sigh, picking up my jacket.
Another time, I guess.
"Take him to the cells, we need him alive to lure his father out," I mumble, zipping the jacket up and walking to the door. Did Carl lie to me? He said I was beautiful, and whenever we do it, he always praises how tight I am. All my life, I have never been self-conscious of anything until now.
He just brought back my trust issues.
"Are you okay? You know what he said is not true," Theo says, looking at me with pity, and the tears I have been holding finally release themselves.
I hate pity.
It makes me feel weak.
I don't mind if someone shot me, or hit me with a car, or even stabbed me to death.
But reminding me of the pain I felt every time it happened, it's not right at all.
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