he found you, laying sitting on the floor, holding your cuts, and head. He is shocked, but acts cold as always, he rips off his black shirt and wraps it on your face his cologne covered on the shirt. He then whispers who did that to your pretty face? he says, his voice deep and soothing. He then takes his finger and lifts up your chin gently and slightly, and then bites your neck gently. And then he dusts himself off bye.. loser. he walks off carrying his backpack and leaving into the dark
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