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I once read somewhere that we mature with damage, not with age.
“Hold up,” I snapped, registering his earlier words. “What do you mean she was attacked?”
But now, seeing her up close like this and being able to count the freckles on her face—eleven by the way—it was hitting home just how striking she was.
Her blue eyes were big and round and fucking beautiful, with small hues of yellow dotting through them, rimmed with thick long lashes.
I wasn’t even sure I’d ever seen that shade ...
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“That’s really your face?” she asked, eyes drooping, as she studied me with a vacant expression. “It’s so pretty.”
“I like it,” she whispered. “It’s a good face,” she added just before closing her eyes again, sagging forward.
“I’m your daddy on the field, bitch.”
Shannon Lynch had eyes the color of midnight blue that wouldn’t stay the fuck out of my head. At least that’s the closest comparison I could find on the countless internet searches I had performed.
“My dick’s not broken, asshole,” I growled, looking around to see if anyone heard us.
“Look at her, Johnny,” he groaned, ignoring my jab. “Look at how beautiful that girl is. Christ, it might be that sunshine hair, but I swear she glows.”
“You named your cat Brian?”
“You took your cat for a walk?”
“It’s not that strange,” he huffed defensively. “I live across the street.” “Did you put a leash on him?” “Obviously.” Gibsie looked at her like it was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “How else was I supposed to walk him over here?”
“Gerard!” Claire screamed at the top of her lungs, distracting us both. “Your cat is shitting in my bathtub!” “I know.” Gibsie groaned loudly. “It smells so bad, and he won’t stop.”
“You are so concerned with fighting the bullies at school, Mam,” I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, “when the biggest bully of them all lives under this roof.”
“What happened?” he demanded, glaring down at me. “Who the fuck made you cry?” “What?” I breathed, shaking my head. “I’m not crying.” “Your eyes are red and swollen,” he deadpanned. “You’ve been crying.” His eyes moved to my cheek. “The fuck happened to your face?”
“Come on,” he said in a coaxing tone as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, tucked me into his side, and led me out of school. “I’ll take care of you.”
“Now,” I sneered, glaring down at their faces. “Who wants to call my girlfriend a whore to my face?”
