Panicking I push the heavy body off of me and feel the room shake as he lands on the floor.

I'm met with the blood shot eyes of a truly infuriated truly evil psychopath.

Her hair is sticking out in all angles like she got electrocuted or something.

Anger rolls off of her body her expression doesn't change it's the I'mma beat your ass look.

She screams at me at once, "Get up slut!"

Wow right AS I start thinking that she's had a change of heart.

I get up slowly shaking from the shock I've experienced and from fear too.

I walk up to her figure stalking me. She grabs a handful of my hair tugging on it hard forcing my head in different directions.

The force is extreme and excruciatingly painful.

She shakes me hard screaming, "Tryna steal my man is that it?! Why do I bother with you huh?! I take such good care of you and you keep doing this?!"

It's feels like she's close to scalping my head, her iron grip increasing my pain.

"You never learn your lesson stupid bitch!"

She pulls me to Frank's lifeless form face down, bleeding out from the top of his skull the sight is repulsive.

"Look at what you made me do! All because you couldn't keep yourself out of it!"

She throws me down a clump of my hair yanked painfully from my scalp.

I land painfully next to him sobbing lowly. "Stop crying and clean your mess up. I f you fucking tell anyone I will gut you like the whore you are!"

And with that her shadow retreats disappearing a door down the hall slamming shut.

This isn't the first time she's killed someone especially in my sake.

All her other boyfriends end up cremated in a dumpster somewhere and I'm there to get rid of the evidence.

I hate having to do all this all over again. This time it's too painful but I have to pull myself together.

I feel dirty, overused, filthy and broken beyond repair.

I take in long shaky breaths ignoring the nasty wound in my scalp and get to work, the bleach, gloves, carpet brushes, mask and tarp all in my closet.

Time to get to work...

Ryan

I wake up to the shudders of Lena who is laying next to me curled up in a ball.

The full moon filtering slowly through the windows illuminating her lovely figure.

It's still around midnight I think.

She passed out while we were on the dock earlier so I carried her to my room drying her with towels and getting her into one of my large shirts.

Yes I undressed her but that's not the point, I needed her to be comfortable.

I noticed some scars on her back and all the way down her wrists. They're not visible in the daylight unless you look closely.

I know for a fact that some of these are from belts and whipping and glass. She couldn't have gotten them from one of our classes.

No...these are older.

I can't imagine what she's gone through, all those beatings.

I bet it was her mother.

"That bitch."I mumble under my breath.

Lena whimpers again cutting me out of my dark psychopathic thoughts.

I'll deal with her later.

Her whimpers are growing louder. 

This is worrying.

I get up slowly trying not make too much noise and walk to her side to have closer look.

I touch her cheeks, her face is....she's looking so distressed.

My finger tips are wet as soon as I touch her.

Oh my god she's crying.

 Why is she crying?

What's bothering her?

"Lena" I call but she can't hear me. I try again. 

She's too deep in her sleep.

What do I do if I can't wake her up?

I need to make her happy, it hurts seeing her beautiful self upset like this.

What if she's in pain? I need to make this right.

Whoever this dream guy is busy bothering her I'll do my best to beat the shit out of him. 

Lucky he isn't real.

I climb into bed back onto me side. Okay how do people in movies usually do this?

I turn her gently to me. 

Her body is relaxing a bit, what if she's waking up.

I wait a while- nope no movement but her whimpers are growing into sobs.

Oh my god, is it something I did? This is really pulling at my heartstrings.

Do something dumbass.

I hold her by the waist gently pulling her towards me.

I am determined to make her feel better. 

My gorgeous Angel should never cry.

Right now I feel responsible for her sadness, in as much as I can't explain the way I feel for her all of a sudden I can't do much about it.

I embrace her slowly wrapping my arms around her small warm frame making sure that there's no space between us.

"Angel it's okay. You're with me now. I'm here with you." I try cooing, anything to help her calm down.

"Don't worry, you're safe."

"Mr Douche is here. And yes, I've heard you refer to me as that a couple of times to Mia, Asher and even Zac. It's okay, I'll be your douche." Her heartbeat is slowing down a bit.

I think it's working.

She won't remember any of this so it's worth a try.

"I hear a lot about me not enough about you though. I wish I knew what goes on in that pretty head of yours."

To be honest she baffles me.

I can't crack her code, she doesn't object much and treats everything like it's normal.

I kiss the top of her head caressing her cheek alternating between tasks.

Her shoulders slack and she relaxes her whimpers reducing.

She sighs finally coming closer against me.

I inhale the sweet strawberry scent of her soft hair and exhale a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness.

I kiss her tears away tasting the saltiness of the small streams until they dry up.

Finally, I kiss her forehead.

"I don't know why yet but I really like you. I know this for sure though...you'll always be safe with me."

One final kiss on her lips before whispering, "Always, I promise."

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