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“M-my h-head ” I whisper peaking over at him “s-sorry” I mumble looking down my vision somewhat blurred from sleep and my black eye

"I’m gonna get you come ice okay?" He says softly as he takes some…

"Y-ya … I h-haven’t a r-reason not to" I say still looking up at him "i-I’m s-sorry I d-don’t r-remember you" I whisper to him

"It’s alright you just have to know that I love you" he murmurs, stroking her hair gently

"Okay" I say softly and close my eyes relaxing into his touch gaining some of my memory but to tired to tell him as exhaustion swept over me making me even more tired than before

He holds her close to him as she sleeps, also tired as he had slept poorly the night before, too consumed with worry to sleep properly, and he falls asleep as well, unwilling to let her go

I slept nuzzled up in his chest feeling protected and warm waking up a few hours later to sharp pain in my foot making me start to whimper and cry quietly from the pain

He wakes to as she begins quietly, “Savannah? Baby what’s wrong?” He asks softly, looking at her head would to see if it was bleeding too nuch

"F-foot" I mumble through my tears as I cried clutching on to him

He looks down and sees that the bandages are messed up, probably irritating the wound, “lemme change them okay darling, here” he gets the bandages and slowly peels the dirty ones away and tries to clean the wound better

A small metal blade still sticks in my foot deep as he cleans it shoes itself to him
I lay crying still sniffling feeling it hurting as the blade had a tracker in it so they could find me and get me once more so they could finish me gone

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There’s two types of anger one is dry and the other wet and basically wet anger is when your eyes water and your voice shakes and I hate that cause I feel weak when I’m crying while angry I like dry anger when your face is like stone and your voice is sharp I guess wet anger shows that you care too much and dry anger means you’re done.

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christy-loves-all-books

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christy-loves-all-books:

gilmo2018:

christy-loves-all-books:

gilmo2018:

gilmo2018:

christy-loves-all-books:

gilmo2018:

christy-loves-all-books
“M-my h-head ” I whisper peaking over at him “s-sorry” I mumble looking down my vision somewhat blurred from sleep and my black eye

"I’m gonna get you come ice okay?" He says softly as he takes some…

"Y-ya … I h-haven’t a r-reason not to" I say still looking up at him "i-I’m s-sorry I d-don’t r-remember you" I whisper to him

"It’s alright you just have to know that I love you" he murmurs, stroking her hair gently

"Okay" I say softly and close my eyes relaxing into his touch gaining some of my memory but to tired to tell him as exhaustion swept over me making me even more tired than before

He holds her close to him as she sleeps, also tired as he had slept poorly the night before, too consumed with worry to sleep properly, and he falls asleep as well, unwilling to let her go

I slept nuzzled up in his chest feeling protected and warm waking up a few hours later to sharp pain in my foot making me start to whimper and cry quietly from the pain

He wakes to as she begins quietly, “Savannah? Baby what’s wrong?” He asks softly, looking at her head would to see if it was bleeding too nuch

"F-foot" I mumble through my tears as I cried clutching on to him