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Scout and Connor
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ᎻꮖꮐꮋᏞꭺꭰꭹ
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Oct 15, 2015 07:50PM
She smiled then took off her sweater.
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He watched her. He unzipped his jacket and took it off.
She crossed her arms and bit her lip.
"Something is." He looked in her eyes. "Please tell me."
"I was just...thinking about the last time I was alone with a boy." She said.
He nodded. "It was my basement." He looked down. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault." She sighed softly. "Can...can we go down there?"
He looked up at her. "Are you sure?"
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah."
She bit her lip and took his hand, standing up.
He looked in her eyes then walked her tongue basement. He turned on all the lights.
She blinked and stood at the body of the stairs. She looked down at the bottom step where she hit her head when he pulled her down the stairs.
In the spot where he found her were still stains. Some blood, some other fluids.
She followed his gaze and her eyes widened. "You....you haven't cleaned up?" She swallowed hard.
He shook his head. "I couldn't come down here. I tried to but I kept picturing you when I found you."
She hugged her arms around herself and circled the spot.
"Let's clean it." She whispered, sniffling.
He nodded. "There's cleaning supplies in the bathroom down here."
She nodded, staying where she was though. "I remember feeling the relief when he finished." And whispered.
She leaned against him. "It hurt so much." She sniffled.
She leaned against him. "It hurt so much." She sniffled.
"I know. I won't let anyone hurt you again." He kissed her head.
She held on to him for a minute then stepped back, walking over to the bathroom.
He stood there and stared at the stains.
She came back with the bucket of cleaning supplies. "What are you thinking about?" She asked slowly.
"That its my fault." He just Keith looking at the stains.
She suddenly looked angry. "You think this is fucking your fault?!"
He looked at her. "Yes. It was my part. My house. And you got hurt." "
"It wasn't your fault! You didn't rape me. He did. It's his fault and no one else's." She snapped.
She sighed and emptied the bucket. "I didn't think there was so much blood".
He nodded. "You looked pretty bad when I found you." He told her.
"What did I look like?" She looked at him.
He closed his eyes. "You had a black eye, brushing all over your face and a cut just below your right eye. That's all I saw." He told her.
"You didn't have any pants and your underwear was around your ankles. Your shirt was ripped down. I didn't look at anything, I promise." He said.
She closed her eyes and shuddered.
She nodded and carried the bucket over to the sink in the bathroom.
He put on some gloves and put stain remove down.
She carried the water bucket out .
