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(ooh what if he agrees to go then his dad figures out the lineup and like, kidnaps him or something and messes him up before keeping him for a hot minute while Amy looks for him??) |
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" he ?" She thought back to try and figure out who he was " and on top of that if whoever he is- is there he can't do anything if your with me and in a crowd all night and at the end of the night we will go into a locked trailer " |
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Marco nodded, a silent motion of agreement. "I guess you're right," He says, voice hiding the fear. |
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( umm yeah ok) " but you don't have to go or even be in the rodeo if you don't want to be " she ran fingers through his hair to try and calm him down |
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(okie doke i didn't know what else to put lol it was the first thing that came to mind xD) "I will, need to, anyway. Can't get rusty sicne we have the NFR in a little over a month." He mused, leaning into her touch. |
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" you don't need to you need to heal anyway" |
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Marco shook his head lightly, pulling back from her. "I'm used to it by now, getting stabbed," He paused, realising how it sounded. "by bull horns, by horns. Yeah, I said that first." |
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She looked at him with worry " tell me the truth Marco" |
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He was quiet for a moment, gaze at the floor as he swallowed, providing little releif to his now dry throat. "Uh, he-my father, was um, really abusive. He...he abused me and my mom, and when he figure out I was going to do rodeo for a living, he went to another level. He..." Marco trailed off, running a hand over his face. "He tried to strangle me, then beat me until I couldn't move and-and that's when I saw who he actually was. Not some hero, but a actual monster." |
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She pulled him close once he was done talking " I'm so sorry I didn't know we don't have to go there is another pro rodeo going on at the same time" |
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