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Colbys's POV

Everything has been going great with me and Ronnie this past month.

We text everyday and meet up on the weekends.

I walk her home from school sometimes.

I texted her telling her that I wasn't able to make it today.

She said it's fine.

I was going to call her later but I think she needs more than a call right now.

I look at my window at the beautiful sunset.

Only she could make it look even more beautiful.

As soon as I leave my window, I see something dash by out the corner of my eye.

I turn around quickly.

I was so confused.

It was Ronnie.

She was running like something was chasing her.

I quickly put on my shoes and run outside.

I run after her and run to her house.

Sweat dripping down my face.

None of her parents cars were in the drive way.

She's in there alone.

My baby is hurting alone.

I bang on the door rapidly.

I scream her name but no answer.

I remember climbing into her window last week.

I run as fast I can to the back garden.

Jumping the fence and climbing up the tree like a monkey on steroids.

I look through the window.

There she is, lying against her door.

Crying her eyes out.

I open the window.

Her head snaps up and she screams, putting her hands over her face.

"Ronnie! It's okay it's me! It's Colby" I shout approaching her.

I was horrified.

She calms down and lowers her arms.

She stands up slowly.

Grabbing the door handle for support.

I look at her, shaking.

She lifts her head and looks at me.

All I can see is pain.

Tears staining her cheeks.

I open my arms and she runs at me.

I hold her tighter than I have ever held her before.

Letting her tears wet my shirt.

She calms down eventually and she looks up at me.

I didn't think I could be more angry at the thought of someone hurting her.

But I could, because some had.

The bruise on her arms and the multiple on her neck.

"Who did this?" I whisper with a shaking voice as I gently trace my fingers down her neck.

"No one" she whispers looking down.

"Tell me who did this" I say trying to not lose my temper.

"Lucas. Lucas Palermo" she whispers quietly.

All I can see is red.

I don't care what I have to do or who I have to hurt.

No one touches my girl.

No one.

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