Chappie 32
"He'll come back." Flynn says softly as he wraps a tie around the collar of his shirt, "It's been three days." I mutter picking off the newly applied nail varnish on my fingers, "I know. You tell me every five minutes." Flynn chuckles and turns to stare at the double bed which I sit crossed legged on, "Sometimes, sometimes he has to get away from it all and because I'm here, well he can go off and leave me to look after you." I shake my head and run my fingers through the locks of wavy hair that fall around me, "I still don't get it. Why you two are so hell bent on protecting me." I mutter, "I wasn't at first, I just wanted Clay to be safe but now..." He sighs and sits on the edge of the bed not looking at me, "There was a girl. Me and Clay met her at a party. Well we met a load of gi
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