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She kissed him gently.

She deepened the kiss.

She moaned softly.

She pulled away and sighed.

"Nothing." She shook her head.

"Let's runaway." She said.

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, that's true."

She then peeled off her shirt. She has on a white tank top.

She shook her hair around and moved it to one side. She had odd shaped scars up and down her arms.

"Many things" she sighed.

She shrugged and pointed at her elbow. "Burn," she pointed at her shoulder, "doll house thrown at me..."

"Yup." she then touched her wrist. "Some self inflicted cuts."

"All the others on my arm are marks from objects thrown at me or I was pushed into." She said.

"That's not the worst of them." She murmured.

"Um....okay.." She stood up and unbuttoned her pants.

She unzipped them and shimmied out of them.

She put one foot up on the bed and pointed at five crescent moon scars on the inside of her thigh. Right beside the hemline of her underwear.

"My uncle. There his fingernail marks."

She sighed and put her leg down.

She closed her eyes and reached for her pants.

"Thanks." She murmured.

"And no, he didn't rape me." She said.

"Of course not. But I was only twelve. He was only threatening me. Saying he would rape me if I told."

"No." She said flatly.

She held her hand up and wiggled her fingers.

She then held up to fingers only.

She nodded slowly.

"It already happened. So I guess it doesn't. But it helps to know that you don't think it's my fault."

"Ten." She said.

"I know." She whispered.

She fidgeted with her hands

She sighed and squeezed his hands.

"You're so good to me." She whispered.

"You do." She smiled.

She giggled lightly and blushed.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

She did the same, holding onto his shoulders.

She pulled away and winced.

"It's not your fault. I just can't move my face that much." She touched her eyeX

She sat up and took off her pants again.

"I don't know." She sighed and pulled on pajama pants.

She then pulled on a big hoodie and crawled into bed.

She snuggled close to him and sighed.

"Why is the world so cruel to us?" She whispered.

"I don't think I can be fixed." She countered.

"Okay." She nodded.

She ran a hand down his arm.

"Sorry." She took her hand back.

She smiled and crawled her fingers up and down his arm. "I never thought I'd be laying in be with you. Or be able to touch you like this." She whispered.

"Me to." She agreed as she moved her hand over his shoulder and onto his cheek.