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''Oh ya, are you alright?'' He asked picking her book up and placing it on the table. He laid his hand on her back and leaned close to her to see what was going on.
 
Miki opened her eyes a bit, but didn't take her hands away from her ears. She started shaking as she sat there.
 
He didn't like seeing her like that, vulnerable and scared. He moved closer to her and placed his hands around her''Don't worry. I'm here for you..'' he said not knowing exactly what do except comfort her in a hug.
 
The thunder didn't stop but came less frequently, Miki was still in his arms. Feeling that she would be less tensed since the thunder was farther than half an hour ago. He kept her close while she seeked comfort in his warmth. ''It's ok Miki, look it's going away..''
 
He closed the distance between them, ''I don't like seeing you like that.. so please tell me, i'll help you.'' He hugged her tightly, her head was resting on his chest.
 
''oh... why did you stay outside then?'' He asked wondering how long she must of stayed outside to be soaked that much.
 
He remembered the story she had told him, how he killed her mother and mistreated her. He clenched his teeth together, ''For how long did he abuse you like this..?'' He asked furious.
 
''How? Why?..Tell me everything, i can't handle knowing that bastard did this to you...'' He looked at her, his heart beating fast. He couldn't bare imagining a father do this to his own blood and flesh. His hand clenched, he would punch the light out of this man.
 
Miki shivered and started relaying the entire story. "Well my father was a frequent drunk and on multiple drugs at once. He wasn't exactly right in the head. He did assorted things. Most left scars." Miki said, still shaking.
 
''When did You move out of the house?'' he finally asked, scared that it would of been just recently. ''what happened to him? ''
 
'' This late..?'' He simply stated looking down. He felt terribly bad, even guilty. Not because he couldn't do anything but mostly since she reminded him of her sister somehow.
 

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