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Jack insisted we take a walk. I didn't want to in the slightest, especially since Mike expected me home soon. But I accepted anyway, because he refused "no" as an answer.

We walked down the side walk, away from the university. My legs felt weak and my bruised arms were hidden by the sleeves of my sweat shirt. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, string down at the ground. He cleared his throat, "Look, Y/n.. I want you to know that you can talk to me. I know I'm sometimes a total dick, but I'm usually only playing around. I want to help."

"Help with what? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't give me that bull shit. Don't think I didn't see what he did to you last night."

I tensed up and shot a glance at him, worried, "Y-You know? Please don't tell anyone.. H-He would-"

"Y/n.. Please. Listen. You can't live like that. You don't deserve that kind of treatment from someone who is supposed to love you."

I looked down, sadly, "I can't go against him.. He'll hurt me more if.. If I go against him."

"Call the police. They will keep you safe." He said, but I looked away from him, stopping completely. I shook my head, "They'll think I did it to myself."

"Why would they think that? There are bruises everywhere and there has to be some evidence-"

"Look at me!!" I wanted to break down and hide. I pulled my sleeves up without even thinking of how he'll react, "They'll just think that all these cuts and bruises are made myself. A lot of them I did make.. They won't believe that he did this to me.."

Tears were coming down my face like waterfalls. Luckily, no one else was around to see a broken little girl crying her eyes out. A pair of arms wrapped around me and pulled me into their chest. Jack.

I felt protected and warm for once. My small, frail body was being pressed against his more built one. I wanted to stay like that forever. I felt happy for the first time in a very long time.

"If I could change anything, I'd make damn sure he never laid a hand on you. He doesn't deserve you. He's a fucking son of a bitch. He deserves to rot in a cell."

Why did he care so much? No one ever seemed to care when I came to school with bruises on my face. They always seemed to believe that I was really that clumsy. Jack.. He just doesn't believe that.

"Jack.. I'm alright. This is normal for me. I've gotten used to it."

"Maybe, but don't you wish for a normal life? A life that doesn't involve him hurting you?"

"Of course I do," I frowned and ran my hand through my hair. I couldn't think of a reason for him to act like this. He was my friend but it wasn't like I was dating him or anything, "It's just that... That..."

I was driving myself into a hole. I had no idea how to rebut what he was telling me. Everything he was saying was true, I was just afraid. What if he did go to trial but won? He'd come for me. Probably with a gun and a gag. He isn't one to just let go of things.

I pushed Jack away and turned away from him, tears continuing to run down my face. Fear seemed to be my worst enemy. Fear seemed to always win. Fear had me on strings, controlling me like a puppet.

"I can't do this... Go home Jack.." I was prepared to sprint away, but he grabbed my hand. I struggled to get away, pathetically failing. Dammit, why'd he have to be so much stronger than me?

"You aren't going home. You're coming with me. I refuse to let you stay one more night with that abusive cheat."

I looked back at him, unsure what to think. What was he saying? If I didn't stay with Mike... Then.. Did he want me to go to his place? Oh no.. What would Mike think? How mad on a scale of 1 to 10 would he be? I didn't want to answer, but I didn't have to because my thoughts were interrupted by gravity leaving beneath me.

Jack had me in his arms like a man taking his new wife down the aisle to leave the church. For a split second, I imagined it, but then I quickly shoved the thought way to the back of my head without giving it much thought.

"Where are we going?!" I asked frantically as he turned the opposite direction of my house.

"We are going to my apartment."

"But what about Mi-?!"

"Don't worry about it. Me and Mark will take care of everything. You just relax. Jack-a-boy has everything under control."

I calmed myself down forcefully, hoping that he was right. Hoping he would take care of this. But then the terrible feeling of him having to do all of this because of me made my heart hurt.

Slow updates. Grrrrrrrrr... 😂

Sorry. I had the flu... It sucked.. So.. Um. Hope you guys enjoyed