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It was the next evening and everyone was up. Except dad.

Dad was completely knocked out from work last night. I wanted to tell him about Linda but I really don't have enough proof.

And Linda was most likely drunk.

She's drinking all night since I woke her up. She's also been blaming me about bringing her 'drinking problems' back.

Cole had to go for his football club and Sydney had to go to her dance rehearsals so the house was pretty rushed.

With everyone leaving the house it was just me and drunk Linda. God knows what could happen.

I walked downstairs to watch some TV and obviously Linda had something to say.

"Bitch." She sniggered.

"What?"

"I'm on the couch."

"That's fine? I was getting a chair from the kitchen I don't wanna be near you." I walked over to the kitchen but I could hear her yelling so I could hear her.

"Can I have a hug?" She had a smirk on her face but also sounded really genuine.

"No you reek of alcohol." It wasn't just her breath. It was the chair, her clothes, the table. Everything reeked of alcohol.

"Watch your mouth." She stood up her voice droning and unusually low. She's was definitely drunk.

"Jeez I never said anything bad."

"Your under my control. No one is here I could do anything I want." She spoke limping towards me.

There was broken Glass all from where she was sitting and her right leg was bleeding leaving drips of blood tracing her trails.

"What are you doing." I spoke moving backwards.

"Consider this a lesson for yesterday and today. For the way you have spoken to me."

In the blink of an eye my left hip was red and bruised as I saw her hand curled up in a ball.

She punched me.

"What the fuck?"

"You want me to do it again?" She slapped me around the face and I only had the chair next to me. I knocked the chair leg to the side of her head making her collapse to the floor.

I stood up holding my hip groaning in pain as I put on shoes and left the house. The only place I could go was to dad or Roman. And Roman was closer.

And with gods luck it was pouring making me absolutely soaked.

I could hear Linda's screams from inside the house but I kept on walking to Romans.

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I made it outside of Romans house and was knocking the door frantically considering the fact that I was freezing.

A tall figure opened the door with a gun to my head, a towel around his waist, and a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Jesus Sof you scared me... why are you holding you side?"

"I didn't know where else to go." I said panting tears filling my eyes.

I took my hand of my side and thought about the fact that I didn't want to tell him about it since god knows what he would do.

He led me inside and made me stand their and got me a towel and some of his clothes. A grey light washed pair of jersey shorts that were to big around my waist and his T-shirt that was oversized on me

He took me upstairs to his room and I got changed.

"Wait in front of me?"

"It's chill right? I don't wanna walk."

"No it's fine." he was rubbing his forehead, his eyes widening at the sight. He was nervous I could tell.

Cute.

I turned around to take my top off since I didn't him to see the bruise. I quickly put on his shirt and turned back around.

"Can I see your hip?"

"Don't worry about it" I gave him a weak smile and took off my trousers to put on his shorts.

I slid his shorts on and sat next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and placed my head on his shoulder.

"Why did you come? Was it Linda?"

"Uhh no I missed you." My stutter obviously made it obvious I was lying.

"I'm sure that's not the reason. Please tell me."

"Linda's drunk."

"That's it?"

"Mhm."

He hugged me and squeezed my hip causing me to wince in pain.

"Sof. Please let me check?"

"Roman it's fine I sw-"

He lifted the shirt and saw a red bruise on my left hip he traced his finger around it causing me to groan.

"What the fuck. Who did this?"

"I tripped on the way." Nice save Sof.

"No the fuck you didnt. Come downstairs your telling me who did it."

I didn't want to tell him who did it. Mostly because I know what he's like. Someone hurts me or anyone he knows for that matter and he would kill them.

I wanted her dead. I wish she dies. But I don't want to upset my dad. He's the person I care about in the situation.

He placed me on the kitchen counter and got out his first aid kit.

"Firstly your gonna tell me who did this and secondly I'm gonna treat this fucking bruise."

He poured a bit of cold water on a towel and patted the bruised area.

"Speak."

"Uhm i-" I kept stuttering. I didn't want to tell him but I had too.

"Hm? Use your words Sof." He spoke rubbing my shoulder. He grabbed some petroleum jelly and rubbed it over the wound.

"It's not as bad as it sounds but uh..." I was groaning in pain but he stopped what he was doing and leaned on the island behind him.

"Linda." I said sitting up.

"Stay down." He said walking forwards and backwards rubbing his forehead.

"Roman. It's fine. I'm fine you don't have to do anything."

"I'm going to fucking kill her." He said walking back over to me and placing a plaster over the bruise.

My mind was racing thinking about my dad and Roman. If the man gets caught I won't be able to fucking live. And if my dad loses the love of his live he's probably going to end up like my mother.

"Why. Why would you kill her if your get cau-" I said my lips twitching as I tried to contain my emotions.

"Because I fucking love you Sofia." Oh wow. He placed his two hands beside my hips and leaned his face closer to mine making me stare into his eyes.

"I've always loved you for fucks sake. I thought it was obvious at the bowling alley and that day at school. I wasn't planning on telling you but it came out."

A slight smile spread across my face as I looked down at my hip. He lifted my head up with his fingers.

"I don't want you to get hurt. Ever. Even if it's mentally." He whispered.

I looked into his eyes. He was fucking serious. Linda blessed me. Thank god she punched me.

"Can you kiss me now?" I said whispering.

"I hate you."

Not even a second later I felt his lips crash onto mine. My heart tangled into a knot as my breathing hitched. I hate to admit but he was addictive.

He pulled away from the kiss and brushed his lips against mine. I felt completely undone as he pulled his lips away. I want to relive that moment over and over again.

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