She must be his girlfriend. Tears ran down my face as I figured the truth. How can he hurt me this much? It felt as if all my strength was gone. I ran across the hallway to my room.
Maid: She’s not in her room, sir. She must’ve run away again.
I really want to talk to her.
So?
You would get sick.
(smirks) Nobody cares. I might as well die.
Don’t say that. C’mon let’s go find shelter.
Go away. I don’t want to see you.
There you go again.
What if I don’t want to leave? What if I want to stay with you?
You’re sick.
Call me whatever. I’m not going to leave you in the rain.
Leave me alone.
I won’t. C’mon let’s go home.
(sighed) I don’t want to walk. I’m tired.
Then climb over my back. C’mon. The rain is getting harder.
You are not bad, Cassie. You know what; I liked you since the day you fought with me. I love girls that are fighters. I can give everything to you, so why don’t you pick me?
You can give me everything?
Everything.
Then, can you give me Harris?
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