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Kayla's hand caught a nail in the floor and cut her, making her wince before instinctively flinching. |
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"Are you okay?" He asks, mainly out of instinct, now. |
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Kayla was silent, standing and walking to the farthest wall away from him and sitting with her knees to her chest |
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Gale watched her before scowling and looking away. |
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Kayla felt a tear roll down her cheek and she closed her eyes, trying to be invisible as the blood dripped down her hand |
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"You okay?" He asks again, weirded out at her behavior. |
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"It doesn't matter." She muttered, the beatings for any sort of wanting attention or help replaying in her mind. If he didn't trust her, she didn't know if he would just hit her like everyone else seemed to when she needed something |
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"Kinda does because if it gets something in your blood, you're dead. So, sure you're fine?" Gale asks again, genuine. |
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"I just don't want to get hit...." She muttered, her eyes shut in fear |
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"I-What-Kayla you know I wouldn't hit you over my dead body," |
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