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The only words seems to leave his mouth were.
"Who did this?" he asked in a calm yet low, yet a dangerous voice.
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(Sry, bear for another chapter. ;))
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Third person's POV-
When he pushed the jeans further up, he got to know about the more bruises, he was practically raging, and ready to kill someone.
But looking at his fragile and pained girlfriend he quickly shook the thoughts away but, inside thinking of several ways to kill the person who is the reason for his beloved's harm.
"You are not comfortable in these clothes change in mine Amy." He said with a sigh.
Although she has not even given the answer, she knew that she have to face it. She also sighed and went inside in his closest. Pulling a t-shirt. Well much long for her, and a pair of boxers.
