I couldn't take it anymore. I loved her.

She was with him though.

It was too late.

I stared into my bright blue eyes in the bathroom mirror then tried to put on eyeliner.

All I wanted was her. To my surprise I started crying, smudging the eyeliner that I had just put on.

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He collapsed on top of me, knocking the breath out of my lungs. He must've passed out.

Was it...over?

I gasped for air as I tried to calm myself. My voice was hoarse from screaming and I tasted blood from a cut that I had received in my mouth. I slowly gathered enough strength to push his passed out body off me.

I tried to get out of my bed, but walking wasn't going to happen. I fell on the floor and began crawling to the bathroom, grabbing my cellphone of the nightstand.

I opened the bathroom door and crawled in, locking the door behind me.

I felt...nothing.

I wanted to feel pain, cry, be sad, something, but all I felt was nothing. I felt like a ghost. Maybe I was in shock.

My stomach suddenly lurched. I leaned over the toilet and got rid of all that was in my stomach. I then struggled to stand up so I could brush my teeth. My legs felt like jelly.

I brushed my teeth for what felt like five minutes, cleaning out my mouth. I still felt unclean. My body was covered in dark purple bruises.

I pulled out my phone and texted Amy.

Me: help

She replied a minute later.

Amy: ???
Me: I'm in my bathroom
Amy: I'm coming

I felt relief I didn't have to explain to her what had happened. Then I remembered Ronnie was still in my bed.

Me: whatever you do, don't wake Ronnie up
Amy: what did he do?
Me: please...just help

A few minutes later I heard a click as the door unlocked and a person walked inside. My vision was getting fuzzy and I knew I was going to pass out. I was immediately thankful I had given Amy a key to my room.

I was now laying down curled up, remembering.

Strong arms picked me up and carried me, then I saw black.

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"Sup Andy why'd you come out to the club so late?" Ashley grinned as I walked past him. I immediately sat down at the bar and waited for someone to take my order for a drink.

"Andy?" Ashley said, frowning, as he sat next to me. Amy sat beside him and looked at me, puzzled.

"I haven't had a drink in a while," I said, trailing off towards the end of the sentence.

"Why are you so depressed? You've been depressed ever since the day you were put on a mission!" Ashley said curiously.
"I dunno," I said, even though I knew the answer exactly.

Ashley frowned, then lightened up.

"You should've seen Ronnie! He got so drunk and was acting like a maniac! They had to kick him out," Ashley laughed.
"Cool," I shrugged. My heart fell at the mention of Ronnie's name.

Amy was staring at her phone with wide eyes.

"Guys something happened to Grace," she said with fear.
"What!?!?"I said, protectively. Ashley seemed alarmed too,
"I dunno she's in her bathroom, she says she needs help, and..." She frowned.
"What," I asked solemnly.
"She says don't wake up Ronnie..." She frowned, confused.

"Did that bastard hurt her?" I growled, my voice ice cold.
"I don't know," she frowned.

"We need to help her!" Ashley suggested.
"I'm going to her room," Amy said.
"I'm coming with you," I growled.
"Me too," Ashley frowned.

Amy stared at me confused.

We got to her room in what seemed like forever. Everything was too slow. When the elevator reached Grace's floor, we practically ran to her room.

Amy pulled out a key and unlocked it. The door clicked open. We stepped inside.

I didn't care what others thought, I ran straight to the bathroom.

She laid there, curled up in a ball, mumbling to herself, her eyes wide in fear. She was shivering violently. Her clothing was torn open, and I could see more than I should have but I didn't care.

I crouched to the ground. Her body was covered in giant bruises and there was blood everywhere. I touched her lightly on the shoulder.

"Ronnie s-stop it hurts," she shivered as I picked her up like a child. She was now clinging to my shirt. She cried softly into my chest, then after a minute or so relaxed. She passed out.

I felt her heart beating fast as I held her close to me.

He did this.

Ashley and Amy were standing in the doorway. I turned around to face them, their expressions horrified.

"I'm going to kill him," I growled.
"You can't," Ashley frowned. "You'd have to face death for killing a fellow rebel."
"Then I'll make him wish he was dead," I mumbled.
"Let's get her out of here," Amy said, calmly.

I carried her out of the room and across the hall to Amy's room. Amy led me to where her bed was and I laid Grace down on it.

"I'll put her in better clothing later," Amy mumbled. Her voice was barely audible.

We all stared at each other. Wondering how we were going to fix this.

I broke the silence.

"Please don't tell Grace I had anything to do with helping her," I frowned.
"Why not," Ashley said, confused.
"Just...don't," I said before walking out of the room, closing the door behind me.

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