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Addison
“All right, gimpy girl, I gotcha.” Becks shouldered Addie through the back door of her house.
“These crutches are killing me.” She wanted to throw them across the room.
“So, stop trying to do everything yourself, Addie.” Becks guided her to the couch in the living room. “That’s how you get hurt.”
“I don’t like depending on other people,” she muttered.
“At least stop trying to navigate the steps by yourself.” Becks made himself at home, getting her an ice pack for her foot.
He’d yelled at her the whole way home after finding her at the bottom of the concrete steps into the school parking lot. It was just a few steps. She thought she could manage them on her own, but she stumbled down the last two steps and landed on her a*s. She managed to hurt her already injured foot in t
