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As Dani started numbering everything that happened recently, Noah counted the events in his head. That many things already happened? And that was all very recent. Of course, Noah was already apart of one of those events. The kid that got beat up, Stu. Noah drove him to the hospital. However, he didn’t want to be associated with that event. It seems to be the thig a lot of people are talking about it, and he really hoped it wasn’t clear that he was the one driving that car.

When it comes to Westbrook and drama, Noah can only imagine what else could happen until the end of the school year. There is almost half a school year to go, and things are already becoming very interesting for Noah.

Stay clear of the Wests, kind of already messed up that one. Stay clear of the popular people?? Also messed that one up.


Noah was literally in the same room with two Wests at the start of the week. He was friends with Mason, a popular guy. Was he already part of the hip Westbrook drama again? Probably not. He was hopefully just overreacting or something. He usually does that, so he just shrugged it off, and continued to listen to Milos.

Noah listened to the boy entirely, but wasn’t really looking at him, as much as he observed the diner. It literally stayed the exact same since he left. Once Milos asked him if they shave in Italy, Noah looked at him in confusion before trying to answer his question.

“Um.. No, I’m pretty sur- I’ve seen only a few guys who didn’t sha- What?” Noah was, to say the least, baffled by the question. Why? He didn’t know.


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Sat across the Ice Queen herself, Brie wondered if such a sight was rare to see, especially outside of school grounds. People who knew Nicole had an impression that she liked the solitude. She'd eat alone, sit alone, work alone; one of the only few exceptions is when she's grouped for school-related work. Even then, it doesn't guarantee a pleasant experience, especially for people unsettled by her 'superior attitude'—as they call it. At the same time, the brunette also wondered if seeing her with Nicole is now unsurprising since she had been pestering her a lot. Some friends and acquaintances would ask: 'Why the Ice Queen?' to which she'd answer, "Why not?". She was intrigued. Though her reason seems simple, the sentiment was genuine. The mindset that no one could be that austere and lonesome had driven her to believe they were wrong about the infamous Ice Queen.

The voice from across her pulled her from her side musings, snapping back to reality she hadn't noticed she drifted from. "Truffle tagli... Oh! Right, my order. I prefer Asian cuisine, but a good pasta is amazing as well." Jazz music set the ambience, leaving her with an impression of a cool, classy place. Though she's not a fan of the genre, she appreciated the music. Her fingers drummed on the table, a soft rhythm for the saxophone solo. Nails hit the cold, smooth surface, allowing each tap to reverberate louder. Head nods to the beat, but she quickly reminded herself that Nicole was with her. Her fingers lifted from the table and wrapped around the glass instead, drinking the service water she was served not too long ago.

It didn't take long before the waiter arrived with her pasta. Once it was set in front of her, she toss and turned a slice of truffle on top before popping it into her mouth. "Ah, Nicole, when do you want to do our project? I'm free tomorrow and the whole of next week." Knowing her, she wouldn't want to delay the work for too long. They were set up as partners for the latest project, much to her delight. It gave her an excuse to be with her. "There's tomorrow, or during lunch in school. Then there's next weekend but I wouldn't want to procrastinate too much. What do you say, partner?" She winked at her and gave her a cheeky smile.


 
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Ian's green gaze dropped as Ash sent a glare in his direction. He wasn't sure why but her statement sent a certain amount of guilt coursing through him. Of course he was desperate to help his friend but there was something about the way she spoke and glared at him that made him feel...pathetic. As the two blondes went back and forth Ian kept his head down. This was sort of new information to him, Ash feeling betrayed by Grace that is. He had been wrapped up in his own life recently and hadn't really been paying attention to any drama going on around him. This conversation also didn't really concern him. He briefly wondered if calling Grace over had been a mistake because of the tension between the two, but then again if they could settle their issues there was a better chance of Ash getting better. Surely this problem with her best friend was one of the causes of the state she was currently in.

After exchanging a concerned look with Grace Ian followed the pair of blondes up the stairs silently, only a few steps behind Grace. Upon reaching the entrance of Ash's room he had to stop his jaw from dropping. It looked like a tornado had torn through the place. 'Had a rough night' was the understatement of the year. It was then Ash began to explain exactly what everything that went wrong was, which Ian supposed was kind of progress. More than he had gotten by himself at least. The list of things that his best friend was going through at the moment was a lot. More than she should have to go through, and he was one of the problems. His teeth came down on his bottom lip hard. He hadn't been there for someone he cared about, him of all people. His shoulders began to ache at the thought of being a terrible friend but he pushed that thought aside. This wasn't about him, this was about Ash. His mouth opened to speak but no words came out. What was he supposed to say to that? She was right and it seemed a little late for an apology. Ian scratched at the back of his neck awkwardly. "I had no idea." he finally managed only barely audibly.

Green eyes widened and a deep tint of red came to Ian's face as Grace took off her shirt. Okay, that was a thing that was happening apparently. Yeah it was fine for Ash and Grace because they were best friends, but had she forgotten that Ian was there? Was it not weird to her to have him there? He spun around and faced the door out of modesty. "Uh...yeah..exactly what-" Ian stammered before he paused to regain his composure. "Yes, exactly what Grace said. We're both here for you Ash. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you earlier, but we're here now and we want to help you get through this." He called over his shoulder. The problems Ash had with Grace and with Ian weren't exactly the same but Grace and Ian were assuredly on the same page about helping their friend through this rough period. He knew that just like him, Grace would do whatever it takes to pull Ash from the brink, and together the two just might. Winona Winona Soap Soap
 
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What they were both saying was just laughable at this point. They could fix this? They were there for her? It all became too much, and a bubble of laughter started in Ash's chest as she tossed her clean clothes onto the bed, and then pulled her sweater off over her head, tossing it to the ground beside her. Her gaze moved over Ian, and noticed how uncomfortable he seemed to be about the whole thing, which just made her roll her eyes. What was with guys these days? Or just people in general?

"Really, Ian? You're acting like a middle schooler." Ash said with a scoff. Yes, maybe she was ignoring everything they had said for this moment, but she was exhausted and stressed and discussing this stuff wasn't helping in the least bit. None of it was making her feel better, or making her want to ask for help. It made her want to drink more.

"There's nothing too fix." She snapped, her gaze turning to Grace for a moment. "Everyone is gone. Can you just bring them back? No." Then she turned towards Ian, who still stupidly had his back towards them. Rolling her eyes, she crossed the room towards him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around to face her.

Ash leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. "You can't even look at us while we're changing. What makes you think that you can do anything to help?" Her gaze then turned back to Grace for a moment and she took a small step back so that she could look between the two of them. "Neither of you have any idea. Neither of you can help."

She then turned back towards Ian. Maybe just to make him uncomfortable, maybe because she forgot she was shirtless, but she stepped closer to him, looking up at him. "Just give up. Please."

Ash didn't want to hurt them, too.

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Fucking Georgia?

June wasn't here for them. She wasn't here to apologize or because she missed them.

She was here for Georgia, and only Georgia. The rest of them meant nothing. Mason and Raven, who had rushed to save her and then rushed her to the hospital, they were absolutely nothing to her. No, all she cared about was this petty thing with this petty crazy ass girl from last semester. A girl that none of them had seen in months.

"I'm out. I'm not gonna sit here and talk about that bi--" he caught himself, glancing towards Ari. Right. Child. He really need to stop cussing in front of her, so Mason quickly changed what he was saying. "I'm not going to sit here and talk about that meanie. Deal with her all alone or whatever you want to do. Fudge you."

He stood up, picking Ari up with her Spiderman action figure. "I'll see you later, Raven?"

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Light brown eyes watched closely as the girl seemed confused if Tallulah was waving at her. Once the winter nymph realized that Lulu was in fact waving to her she jogged over to speak to her. "Hello there. I suppose I could say the same about you." she said with a soft smile. Tallulah's voice was soft and light like a cool summer breeze, only ever carrying gentle tones. She wondered why this girl was here in the park, surely basketball could be played somewhere...warmer. Why was she out here in the freezing cold, playing alone nonetheless?

As the girl's eyes drifted down to her bag Lulu chuckled lightly. "Oh this is mostly just camera stuff. That's actually why I'm out here. Taking pictures in this beautiful weather." a bright smiled rested on her face as she took a deep breath and looked around at the snow. Her eyes then drifted back to the girl as she introduced herself. "I'm Tallulah. You can call me Lulu if it so pleases you." She reached into her bag and pulled out the bottle of water. "Here, would you like some? It's just water, or if you'd prefer..." she held out the thermos with her other hand. "Hot chocolate?"

Tallulah couldn't help but keep looking back to Sam's hair. It was quite pleasing to her and a question gnawed at her from the inside. "This may seem...strange...but may I ask you if you're a fey creature of the winter?" She hoped that wouldn't be an offensive question to such a being, she'd hate to make a poor first impression. Lulu's head was often in the clouds but she was always as sincere as possible and never meant any offense. Gomenesigh Gomenesigh
 
595977When Anabelle suddenly sat up Vanden leaned back out of her way. He watched her as she wrote in the snow. "Jesus, Anabelle..." He said looking at her soaked make-shift bandages. "But you need stitches." Anabelle seemed to be looking around for something. Perhaps it was her notebook because she started writing in the snow with her finger. "Why not?" Vanden asked, but Anabelle stood up, and Vanden stood up with her. She seemed to lose her balance so Vanden quickly put his arm around her shoulder for support. "Here, I got you." He said holding on to her with his right arm. He looked around as the last rays of light dimmed in the sky. It seemed as if they were the only ones left in the world, everyone was gone. There was the sound of only their heavy breathing, and the wind that bit at their exposed flesh. Vanden looked lost. He wasn't sure where to take Anabelle. She really needed to go to the hospital but refused. Taking her to his house might be an option, but if his dad was there, he would ask to many questions upon seeing Anabelle. He could try it though. "Anabelle, were going to my house. I'm going to call a taxi." Vanden pulled his cell phone out of his front pocket and called for a taxi. "Fifteen minutes." He told Anabelle and walked her over to the bleachers. He brushed off some snow so they could sit down but he still held onto her. He wanted to make sure she would stay upright and to keep her warm.


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Ana had managed to grab her bag as she stood up, but slinging it over her shoulder threw her off balance. When he asked why, all she did was shake her head back and forth. Without anything to write on and now that she was standing up, there wasn't much she could do to communicate. She was thankful for the support, but she couldn't help the redness that spread across her cheeks. She had never been this close to a boy before, much less had one wrap an arm around her.



But... he was also warm. In the dying light, it was good to have something, since neither of them had jackets. But wait, she did have a jacket. It was too awkward to try and fish it out now, but she would the first chance she got. But, even that didn't stop the chills from running up her body, especially with the blood slowly dripping from her arm. Ana was also at a loss on what to do. If she went home with her arm looking like this, she would really need to go to the hospital. She wanted to protest at going to his house. She had already caused so much trouble and had been such a burden, but really, what could she do? She had no way of communicating. Even when she hobbled her way over to the bleachers together.



Even as she sat down, the world started to tilt in front of her. She had to close her eyes for a moment to steady herself. She quickly scooped up some snow to get the blood off her hands and now kept her arm upright as much as possible to avoid more dripping. She pulled out the jacket and draped it around Vanden before he could even protest. The jacket was a little too big for her as is, so it draped around him fine. Though, she still scooted next to him as much as possible. A light breeze had started up and it only made things colder. She mimed a little texting motion and pointed to his phone before looking up at him.



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Sam kind of half shrugged and stretched her arms high above her head. Her muscles were starting to get stiff and she knew she would either have to keep playing or do a more intense stretching session. “Eh, I’ve never minded the cold and it is kind of beautiful day. Plus, I needed to brush up on my basketball skills. I’m pretty new here and the park was really the only place I could think of.”



Samantha smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. The winter scenery can always produce some really beautiful shots. I never got into too much of that stuff, but I’ve always admired photographers. You guys have to do some crazy stuff to get those pictures.” She watched as the girl looked around and couldn’t help doing the same. One of the reasons she came to the park was because she loved the scenery of it all. It didn’t suit her to go inside to some gym when she could be out here in the cool air.



Her eyes drifted back as she introduced herself. “Ta…llu…lah…” She looked up and quirked her head from side to side as she pronounced the name on a whispered breath. She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes dropped back to Lulu. “That’s a really pretty name. Lulu is too. I’ll probably stick with Tallulah unless you have a preference. She nodded and apprehensively took the bottle of water. “Only if you’re sure? I don’t want to leave you without any water. Especially in this weather.” But, she quickly took a few gulps of it.



“I’m really grateful. My dumb butt left my water bottle at home, so I didn’t have anything to drink out here. Thanks so much!” She started taking another sip and couldn’t help notice Tallulah’s glances at her hair. At her fey question, Sam almost choked on the water, having to lean forward to keep it from going down the wrong pipe. She didn’t laugh, though. It was honestly an interesting question. “No, no. I’m nothing as magical as that. Just a regular high schooler.” She reached back and pulled her hair out of the ponytail keeping it up and ran a hand through it to shake it out. “It’s just dyed. I had really light blonde hair so it was easy to get colors like this.”

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Ana had managed to grab her bag as she stood up, but slinging it over her shoulder threw her off balance. When he asked why, all she did was shake her head back and forth. Without anything to write on and now that she was standing up, there wasn't much she could do to communicate. She was thankful for the support, but she couldn't help the redness that spread across her cheeks. She had never been this close to a boy before, much less had one wrap an arm around her.



But... he was also warm. In the dying light, it was good to have something, since neither of them had jackets. But wait, she did have a jacket. It was too awkward to try and fish it out now, but she would the first chance she got. But, even that didn't stop the chills from running up her body, especially with the blood slowly dripping from her arm. Ana was also at a loss on what to do. If she went home with her arm looking like this, she would really need to go to the hospital. She wanted to protest at going to his house. She had already caused so much trouble and had been such a burden, but really, what could she do? She had no way of communicating. Even when she hobbled her way over to the bleachers together.



Even as she sat down, the world started to tilt in front of her. She had to close her eyes for a moment to steady herself. She quickly scooped up some snow to get the blood off her hands and now kept her arm upright as much as possible to avoid more dripping. She pulled out the jacket and draped it around Vanden before he could even protest. The jacket was a little too big for her as is, so it draped around him fine. Though, she still scooted next to him as much as possible. A light breeze had started up and it only made things colder. She mimed a little texting motion and pointed to his phone before looking up at him.



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Sam kind of half shrugged and stretched her arms high above her head. Her muscles were starting to get stiff and she knew she would either have to keep playing or do a more intense stretching session. “Eh, I’ve never minded the cold and it is kind of beautiful day. Plus, I needed to brush up on my basketball skills. I’m pretty new here and the park was really the only place I could think of.”



Samantha smiled and nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. The winter scenery can always produce some really beautiful shots. I never got into too much of that stuff, but I’ve always admired photographers. You guys have to do some crazy stuff to get those pictures.” She watched as the girl looked around and couldn’t help doing the same. One of the reasons she came to the park was because she loved the scenery of it all. It didn’t suit her to go inside to some gym when she could be out here in the cool air.



Her eyes drifted back as she introduced herself. “Ta…llu…lah…” She looked up and quirked her head from side to side as she pronounced the name on a whispered breath. She couldn’t help but smile as her eyes dropped back to Lulu. “That’s a really pretty name. Lulu is too. I’ll probably stick with Tallulah unless you have a preference. She nodded and apprehensively took the bottle of water. “Only if you’re sure? I don’t want to leave you without any water. Especially in this weather.” But, she quickly took a few gulps of it.



“I’m really grateful. My dumb butt left my water bottle at home, so I didn’t have anything to drink out here. Thanks so much!” She started taking another sip and couldn’t help notice Tallulah’s glances at her hair. At her fey question, Sam almost choked on the water, having to lean forward to keep it from going down the wrong pipe. She didn’t laugh, though. It was honestly an interesting question. “No, no. I’m nothing as magical as that. Just a regular high schooler.” She reached back and pulled her hair out of the ponytail keeping it up and ran a hand through it to shake it out. “It’s just dyed. I had really light blonde hair so it was easy to get colors like this.”
 
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595990When Anabelle pulled out the coat and wrapped it around him he smiled at her. As she snuggled closer he extended the coat around her. Vanden stared at Anabelle for a moment. Even in this state she was pretty to look at. Anabelle 's mime of texting caused Vanden to arch his brow so he pulled out his cell phone and unlocked it handing it to her. He wondered what she was going to use it for, maybe for texting, or talking to him? Vanden was finding himself warm snuggled next to Anabelle underneath the coat. Hopefully the cab would be here soon. Vanden was ready to get out of this damn cold. He shivered as the wind blew through his short hair. His ears were going numb and he put his hands over them. Vanden dared to glance back at the changing room. Through the small window that Anabelle had broken he could see that the room was pitch black now...but, in the fading light of the setting sun he saw something move just in front of the window for a brief moment, and then it was gone. Vanden looked back to Anabelle trying to be brave.

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Even with Vanden next to her, she still found herself growing colder and colder. She shivered next to him and had to constantly grit her teeth together. She waited patiently as he pulled his phone out and unlocked it for her. She took with with a small nod of her head, but she wasn't even sure what to do with it at first. She didn't want to go into his text messages and see something she shouldn't.



Which, she shouldn't look at anything. But, she also didn't want to scroll through his pages to find a notepad or something. Eventually, she quickly went to the text messages and opened up a new one with no contact selected. At least with this, she wouldn't have to constantly scratch out what she was trying to say. Even now, she wasn't sure what she wanted to say.



You can drop me off at a pharmacy or something. You've done too much for me already... I'll be fine.
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Even with Vanden next to her, she still found herself growing colder and colder. She shivered next to him and had to constantly grit her teeth together. She waited patiently as he pulled his phone out and unlocked it for her. She took with with a small nod of her head, but she wasn't even sure what to do with it at first. She didn't want to go into his text messages and see something she shouldn't.



Which, she shouldn't look at anything. But, she also didn't want to scroll through his pages to find a notepad or something. Eventually, she quickly went to the text messages and opened up a new one with no contact selected. At least with this, she wouldn't have to constantly scratch out what she was trying to say. Even now, she wasn't sure what she wanted to say.



You can drop me off at a pharmacy or something. You've done too much for me already... I'll be fine.
 

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595996Vanden read the text as she held the phone over to him. "No. No, no, no. We can go by the pharmacy if you need some things, but then we are going to my house. If you won't go to the hospital, then you are going to go with me." Vanden said in a tone that had a certain finale to it. He wasn't about to just drop her off some place and hope for the best. That's not what his mom would want him to do, and that is not what he was going to do. Vanden put his arm back around Anabelle to help keep her warm. As they waited, a taxi pulled up in the football field parking lot and honked a couple of times. Vanden glanced back at the changing room to make sure the door was still shut. It was and then looked at Anabelle. "C'mon, I'll help you." He said slowly helping her up and then held her as they walked over to the cab. Vanden made sure to wrap the coat around Anabelle so her arms would not be seen by the taxi driver. Once they got settled in Vanden asked to be taken to the nearest Wal-Greens. He put his arm around Anabelle. It was much warmer in the taxi. Once they pulled up to Wal-Greens, Vanden asked to Anabelle a list of the supplies she needed with his phone. "Sir, can you stay here while I run in and get a few things, please?" The guy looked in his rear view mirror. "Sure thing kid." The taxi driver said and then took a clipboard, making a note.
 
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Ana frowned and pulled the phone back. She really didn't know what she was going to do. She couldn't exactly do anything to leave. Her hobbling would only get her so far and he'd catch up to her in a matter of seconds. She sighed and erased the message, preparing to write something else out. But, he pulled her closer and she lost her train of thought. Her cheeks flushed again and she tilted her head even further down. At that point she just stayed silent. It wasn't too long after that the taxi pulled up. They both made it inside without any trouble and she couldn't help but be thankful.


The taxi was warm and the seats were soft. Vanden put the jacket around her and Ana scrunched up her face. In the small space of the cab, the smell seemed even worse. But even through that, it was enough that she had trouble keeping her eyes open, but she quickly grabbed her injured arm, squeezing it enough to keep her adrenaline up. She breathed in a sharp breath and her eyes blinked open wide. She could see that Vanden was still cold and she moved over, trying to give him as much warmth as possible. When they pulled up to the store, her heart dropped. She didn't think she had the money for this type of stuff. Maybe if she got the cheapest stuff possible, but... She wouldn't know until she went inside.


She ignored his request to write the items down and instead slipped out of the car, pulling her arms through the jacket as she walked inside. She didn't look to see if Vanden was coming or not, but she kind of assumed he was. She cradled her injured arm to her chest and put the few supplies on top. She got a small bottle of soap, a wash cloth, needle and medical thread, cotton balls, tweezers, and plenty of bandages. It was more than she anticipated, but she got all generic brands, the cheapest she could find. She carried it to the front counter and placed it all there, not looking at the girl at the cash register. She then pulled what money she had in her pocket, a few crumpled dollar bills and a lot of change. She just hoped it would be enough.
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Ana frowned and pulled the phone back. She really didn't know what she was going to do. She couldn't exactly do anything to leave. Her hobbling would only get her so far and he'd catch up to her in a matter of seconds. She sighed and erased the message, preparing to write something else out. But, he pulled her closer and she lost her train of thought. Her cheeks flushed again and she tilted her head even further down. At that point she just stayed silent. It wasn't too long after that the taxi pulled up. They both made it inside without any trouble and she couldn't help but be thankful.


The taxi was warm and the seats were soft. Vanden put the jacket around her and Ana scrunched up her face. In the small space of the cab, the smell seemed even worse. But even through that, it was enough that she had trouble keeping her eyes open, but she quickly grabbed her injured arm, squeezing it enough to keep her adrenaline up. She breathed in a sharp breath and her eyes blinked open wide. She could see that Vanden was still cold and she moved over, trying to give him as much warmth as possible. When they pulled up to the store, her heart dropped. She didn't think she had the money for this type of stuff. Maybe if she got the cheapest stuff possible, but... She wouldn't know until she went inside.


She ignored his request to write the items down and instead slipped out of the car, pulling her arms through the jacket as she walked inside. She didn't look to see if Vanden was coming or not, but she kind of assumed he was. She cradled her injured arm to her chest and put the few supplies on top. She got a small bottle of soap, a wash cloth, needle and medical thread, cotton balls, tweezers, and plenty of bandages. It was more than she anticipated, but she got all generic brands, the cheapest she could find. She carried it to the front counter and placed it all there, not looking at the girl at the cash register. She then pulled what money she had in her pocket, a few crumpled dollar bills and a lot of change. She just hoped it would be enough.
 
595997Vanden appreciated that Anabelle scooted a little closer to him, though the smell of the coat was a bit rancid. It was better than nothing. When Anabelle suddenly got out of the car Vanden cursed underneath his breath. He quickly got out and followed her. "Hey Anabelle, wait up!' He hollered. She seemed to know what she needed so Vanden just made sure she didn't fall over or anything, but one time when he looked back he saw that she was leaving little droplets of blood here and there behind her. Vanden looked around to see if anyone noticed. It appeared that no one had, going about there own business in a hustle. When they finally got to the counter Vanden saw that Anabelle was pulling out what amounted to a handful of change and couple of ones. He shook his head. "That won't be enough, just put it back in your pocket." Vanden pulled out his wallet. "That will be nineteen dollars and thirty three cents." The teller said. Vanden handed her a twenty dollar bill. When he got his change he stuffed it into his pocket, long with his wallet and grabbed the sack. He walked with Anabelle back out to the taxi. Vanden looked out the window as he sat close to Anabelle. It seemed like there was nothing but darkness out there. What few lights lit up the road or signs just seemed to make Vanden all the more aware of how dark it really was. Vanden sighed heavily. When the taxi got to his house paid the taxi driver and helped Anabelle out. There were several cars in the drive way. His dad was having 'the guys' over to play cards. Most likely they would be drunk and not paying attention to the door at this point. He looked at Anabelle with a frown.

"My dad is kind of an asshole, but he won't say anything mean to you...he just says it to me...usually...sorry." Vanden looked at the ground and then back to the front door. The wind was blowing the loose snow down on them from the roof. "Well, lets get inside. I'll take you straight to my room." The front door was unlocked and Vanden quietly opened the door. He heard laughing and the smell of cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. Vanden put his arm around Anabelle and quickly headed down the call to his bedroom. He only momentarily glanced into the kitchen but no one saw them. Once there he shut the door and sat Anabelle on his bed. Vanden's room looked clean enough, his bed was made and there were no dirty clothes on the floor. He had a dresser with several Football trophies on it. There was a small wooden desk on one side of the wall with a few school books laying on it and a lamp. He took the sack and dumped out the supplies on his bed. "Anabelle, what do you need from me?" He asked. All he wanted to do was to help her.

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She frowned at Vanden and reached up to try and get him to stop, but she mistakenly used her bad arm and flinched. Extending her arm only made it hurt, especially since it was rubbing against the inside of the fabric. It seemed like she was becoming more and more of a burden for him. She knew she would have to do something to make this up to him, but in the moment she had absolutely no idea what that something would be. She instead followed him silently back to the taxi and slipped inside next to him. She didn’t bother him for the rest of the ride, though she glanced at him every now and then as he stared out the window.





She had never really gotten the chance to see him before. She was always distracted or making it a point not to look at him. But here and now in the light, his skin looked so smooth. She found herself staring and quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed. When the taxi finally stopped and they got out, Ana noticed the number of cars parked out front. She walked with him to the front door, her hands cradling the opposite elbow as she walked, but quirked her head when he stopped. She frowned at his statements, but just nodded. If his dad was like that… then maybe he would understand at least to a degree of what she was going through. She quickly shook the thought out of her head as they walked in and she was grateful.





The house was warm, even though it smelled heavily of smoke, She kept her face blank, not wanting to be rude. She was a guest after all. She had no room to complain after all Vanden had done for her. She walked quietly at his side, letting him guide her in and setting her down on the bed. She felt to weak to object. Even after she was sitting, she could still feel her body swaying and even though they were inside, the shaking didn’t stop. Her head swiveled and she stared at the supplies. Surely he didn’t intend for her to do it in here?..



She was already cupping a small amount of blood in her hand from her bleeding arm and she was only going to make more of a mess from here. All she really needed was a bathroom. But… how was she supposed to communicate that to him? Both hands were covered in blood now and his phone was in her pocket. Even though it was a little bit of a struggle, she spelled out BATHROOM in the air, doing it as many times as needed for him to understand.
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She frowned at Vanden and reached up to try and get him to stop, but she mistakenly used her bad arm and flinched. Extending her arm only made it hurt, especially since it was rubbing against the inside of the fabric. It seemed like she was becoming more and more of a burden for him. She knew she would have to do something to make this up to him, but in the moment she had absolutely no idea what that something would be. She instead followed him silently back to the taxi and slipped inside next to him. She didn’t bother him for the rest of the ride, though she glanced at him every now and then as he stared out the window.





She had never really gotten the chance to see him before. She was always distracted or making it a point not to look at him. But here and now in the light, his skin looked so smooth. She found herself staring and quickly looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed. When the taxi finally stopped and they got out, Ana noticed the number of cars parked out front. She walked with him to the front door, her hands cradling the opposite elbow as she walked, but quirked her head when he stopped. She frowned at his statements, but just nodded. If his dad was like that… then maybe he would understand at least to a degree of what she was going through. She quickly shook the thought out of her head as they walked in and she was grateful.





The house was warm, even though it smelled heavily of smoke, She kept her face blank, not wanting to be rude. She was a guest after all. She had no room to complain after all Vanden had done for her. She walked quietly at his side, letting him guide her in and setting her down on the bed. She felt to weak to object. Even after she was sitting, she could still feel her body swaying and even though they were inside, the shaking didn’t stop. Her head swiveled and she stared at the supplies. Surely he didn’t intend for her to do it in here?..



She was already cupping a small amount of blood in her hand from her bleeding arm and she was only going to make more of a mess from here. All she really needed was a bathroom. But… how was she supposed to communicate that to him? Both hands were covered in blood now and his phone was in her pocket. Even though it was a little bit of a struggle, she spelled out BATHROOM in the air, doing it as many times as needed for him to understand.
 
595998Vanden waited for her to communicate. When she started spelling out BATHROOM it took her a few times to spell it before Vanden got it. "Oh, uh...the bathroom? Y-yeah, of course, uhm, do I need to take all of this stuff with me?" He asked gathering up all of the items Anabelle had picked up in the store. Or maybe she just meant that she had to use the bathroom. Oh well. Vanden just got everything together and then helped her into the hallway bathroom. "Uhm...I don't want you to be embarrassed or anything. I want to help you Anabelle. Is it ok if I stay?" Vanden asked gently pushing aside the hair that was hanging over her face. He sat the bag down on the counter. Vanden put down the toilet lid and helped Anabelle get seated. He helped her to take off her coat and he threw it on the floor. The bandages Vanden had made for her earlier with his t-shirt were drenched in blood and as the smell reached his nose he felt sick to his stomach. He started to look a little panicked at the sight. He had only just briefly saw her wounds when they were outside on the ground next to the changing room at school. But now, in the relative confines of the lit bathroom, everything seemed intensified. Vanden swallowed as he stared at the bandages. "Do you want me to take these off?" He asked reaching for them.


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Ana just nodded at everything he asked. Yes, she needed to go to the bathroom to clean up and yes, please bring the things with them. He helped her the whole way, getting all the items and helping her to the bathroom. Her heart started to race when his fingers brushed her hair back, but she nodded to him anyways. He even helped her take the jacket off and sit down in the bathroom, where she sat with her eyes closed for a moment. The blood loss was really starting to get to her. She knew she needed to bandage this stuff up quickly. Her eyes fluttered open at his next question and she looked down at her arm. The strips were now completely soaked through with blood and were even still wet. She shakily stood up, but paused. She patted him on the arm with as much of a clean hand as she could before going over to the sink.



He looked paler than she did and didn’t know exactly how much help he would be. She looked at the pieces for a moment before taking a long breath. She peeled them away slowly and the pieces of cloth fell into the sink.

She slowly lifted up her sleeve left her arm bare. It wasn’t as bad as she originally thought it was. There were a few scratches, mostly on the underside of her arm. What initially concerned her more than anything were the bruises. There were some that were mostly healed, but a couple others that were fresh and dark, a mixture of colors covering the spots. She glanced over at Vanden for a moment, but he had seen the bruises before. There was nothing she could do about it now. She turned her attention back to her injuries and turned her arm over until she could see her elbow. Looking at that made her heart sink.



She could see white amongst all the red and knew she had cut herself to the bone. There were a few pieces of skin were hanging off in places and she knew she wouldn’t be able to just leave them there. But… she hadn’t bought any scissors.As gross as it was, she poked at the bandages and wrote on the counter with her blood Scissors/Knife? She turned the cool water on and quickly cleaned the counter off, but instantly remembered something else she would need. She quickly wrote out Snow/Ice? before wiping that away as well. Pink water was already washing away from the torn shirt, but there would be a lot more to do. First thing she did was clean her hands with the soap, making sure no dirt or anything was under her fingernails.



With a shaky breath, she leaned forward and started cleaning the various cuts. First, she cupped water into her hand and let it trickle over her arm instead of letting the running water do it. Even this little bit of water strung the open wounds and made her gasp, the cool water sharp against her cuts.But she knew this was only the beginning. Next, she took the wash cloth and soaked it in water before putting just a little bit of soap on it. She held the cloth firmly in her hand and let out several long breaths as she pressed the cloth to her wounds.



The pain was instantaneous and she had to pause. Her eyes closed and she had to lean over the counter for a moment. This part took the longest, as she had to pause every few dabs because of the pain. She wasn’t sure how long it took, but she eventually got all the wounds clean. At that point she sank to the floor, her breathing heavy. She needed to rest, for just a couple minutes before she started the stitching.

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Ana just nodded at everything he asked. Yes, she needed to go to the bathroom to clean up and yes, please bring the things with them. He helped her the whole way, getting all the items and helping her to the bathroom. Her heart started to race when his fingers brushed her hair back, but she nodded to him anyways. He even helped her take the jacket off and sit down in the bathroom, where she sat with her eyes closed for a moment. The blood loss was really starting to get to her. She knew she needed to bandage this stuff up quickly. Her eyes fluttered open at his next question and she looked down at her arm. The strips were now completely soaked through with blood and were even still wet. She shakily stood up, but paused. She patted him on the arm with as much of a clean hand as she could before going over to the sink.



He looked paler than she did and didn’t know exactly how much help he would be. She looked at the pieces for a moment before taking a long breath. She peeled them away slowly and the pieces of cloth fell into the sink.

She slowly lifted up her sleeve left her arm bare. It wasn’t as bad as she originally thought it was. There were a few scratches, mostly on the underside of her arm. What initially concerned her more than anything were the bruises. There were some that were mostly healed, but a couple others that were fresh and dark, a mixture of colors covering the spots. She glanced over at Vanden for a moment, but he had seen the bruises before. There was nothing she could do about it now. She turned her attention back to her injuries and turned her arm over until she could see her elbow. Looking at that made her heart sink.



She could see white amongst all the red and knew she had cut herself to the bone. There were a few pieces of skin were hanging off in places and she knew she wouldn’t be able to just leave them there. But… she hadn’t bought any scissors.As gross as it was, she poked at the bandages and wrote on the counter with her blood Scissors/Knife? She turned the cool water on and quickly cleaned the counter off, but instantly remembered something else she would need. She quickly wrote out Snow/Ice? before wiping that away as well. Pink water was already washing away from the torn shirt, but there would be a lot more to do. First thing she did was clean her hands with the soap, making sure no dirt or anything was under her fingernails.



With a shaky breath, she leaned forward and started cleaning the various cuts. First, she cupped water into her hand and let it trickle over her arm instead of letting the running water do it. Even this little bit of water strung the open wounds and made her gasp, the cool water sharp against her cuts.But she knew this was only the beginning. Next, she took the wash cloth and soaked it in water before putting just a little bit of soap on it. She held the cloth firmly in her hand and let out several long breaths as she pressed the cloth to her wounds.



The pain was instantaneous and she had to pause. Her eyes closed and she had to lean over the counter for a moment. This part took the longest, as she had to pause every few dabs because of the pain. She wasn’t sure how long it took, but she eventually got all the wounds clean. At that point she sank to the floor, her breathing heavy. She needed to rest, for just a couple minutes before she started the stitching.
 
596002When Anabelle glanced at him from the sink he looked away. Somewhere deep inside he knew exactly where those bruises came from. He eventually stood up as she was writing in her own blood. "Yeah, scissors." He pulled open a drawer and there was a small pair of scissors. Vanden ran hot water over them and then dried them off handing them to Anabelle. Vanden had seen the loose strips of skin hanging off of her elbow and he was sure he was going to vomit any moment now. Then he had a strange thought about eating them. NO. His is mind was going some place it shouldn't...this was all becoming to much. First, the thing at the changing room, and now, this. Blood was everywhere. Anabelle was soaked in it. Vanden had it all over his white t-shirt and his hands and jeans. As Anabelle sank to the floor Vanden re-focused his attention back to her. He had to help, had to be strong for her. He slowly rubbed her shoulder to comfort her. He knew the hardest part was coming up, the thread and needle. "It's ok Anabelle, I'm right here to help you." Vanden said softly. "I'm going to go grab you some ice." Vanden said. "Uh, lock the door behind me." He ran do his bedroom and threw off his blood stained t-shirt and got another one on. It got stuck halfway down and when Vanden forced the t-shirt over his torso it scraped along his back where the welts and scabs were. "Owe, fuck!" He yelled. "Goddammit, c'mon before one of them has to take a piss!" He blasted at himself trying to hurry. Vanden made his way to the kitchen putting on his best casual face. His dad and three of his friends were all seated in there playing cards, and drinking whiskey. A thick smog of smoke hung stale in the air and Vanden choked as he walked in. His dad looked over.

"Son, finally home." His dad said with a slight laugh.

“你去哪儿了?” His dad asked.

”在足球场扔球.” Vanden replied.

“给我们修好一杯” His dad ordered.

“Ok.” Vanden said. Not that he had time for this bullshit but he had to do what his dad told him. He quickly made them all a fresh drink and handed them around. There was nods and some ignoring of Vanden’s presence. Afterwards Vanden got all of the ice trays out and broke them up into a clean bowl and then refilled them with water and put them in the freezer. He took the bowl back and with a knock on the bathroom door he said, “Anabelle, it's Vanden. I have the ice cubes.” When she unlocked the door he came in and set the bowl down on the counter.

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Ana could feel Vanden’s hand on her shoulder and she opened her eyes. She tried to smile, but could barely twitch the corners of her mouth up. She nodded at him and pulled herself back up to her feet. The ice on the counter was starting to melt, but there was still enough for her to use. She picked up enough to fit in her hand and held it to her elbow. At first, the cold hurt, but it soon numbed everything. But, it still wasn’t making her feel better. She tossed the ice back in the bowl, taking a moment to put some water in the bowl before grabbing the scissors with shaky hands. She turned enough to look at Vanden, putting a hand on his shoulder enough to urge him to turn around.



Cutting skin off wasn’t a pleasant ordeal even if they were small pieces and she didn’t want him watching. Regardless, she turned back and leaned over the sink. It took several moments for her hand to steady before she could snip the pieces off. She winced every time she did, although the numbness helped to ease a lot of the pain. Small little droplets of blood fell to mix with the rest of the blood still in there. She had done her best to keep everything clean, but there was only so much she could do. She wiped the fresh cuts to clear as much blood as she could before moving the bowl of ice over and plunging her elbow into it. She washed her hands again, taking time to get all the blood out from her fingernails and cuticles.


Then, she prepared the needle and thread. She had done it a few times before, but by no means was she an expert. It never came out neat, but it was better than nothing. First, she leaned over the sink and drank some water. With a full stomach, it was a little easier for her to concentrate. She stood there for a moment, letting the cold deaden as much of her elbow as she could. She finally pulled her arm out and dried it. She couldn’t stand there and doubt herself or doubt what was about to happen, so, she just picked up the needle and started.



It didn’t take long and the ice definitely helped. She didn’t feel much pain at all. Though, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the ice or something else. She did individual little stitches, doing what she remembered from a couple different videos she had seen. When she was finally finished, she dropped the needle and the rest of the thread into the sink before grabbing the bandages. She sunk back to the floor and this time she wasn’t sure if she could get back up. She looked up at Vanden and held the bandages up to him.

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Ana could feel Vanden’s hand on her shoulder and she opened her eyes. She tried to smile, but could barely twitch the corners of her mouth up. She nodded at him and pulled herself back up to her feet. The ice on the counter was starting to melt, but there was still enough for her to use. She picked up enough to fit in her hand and held it to her elbow. At first, the cold hurt, but it soon numbed everything. But, it still wasn’t making her feel better. She tossed the ice back in the bowl, taking a moment to put some water in the bowl before grabbing the scissors with shaky hands. She turned enough to look at Vanden, putting a hand on his shoulder enough to urge him to turn around.


Cutting skin off wasn’t a pleasant ordeal even if they were small pieces and she didn’t want him watching. Regardless, she turned back and leaned over the sink. It took several moments for her hand to steady before she could snip the pieces off. She winced every time she did, although the numbness helped to ease a lot of the pain. Small little droplets of blood fell to mix with the rest of the blood still in there. She had done her best to keep everything clean, but there was only so much she could do. She wiped the fresh cuts to clear as much blood as she could before moving the bowl of ice over and plunging her elbow into it. She washed her hands again, taking time to get all the blood out from her fingernails and cuticles.


Then, she prepared the needle and thread. She had done it a few times before, but by no means was she an expert. It never came out neat, but it was better than nothing. First, she leaned over the sink and drank some water. With a full stomach, it was a little easier for her to concentrate. She stood there for a moment, letting the cold deaden as much of her elbow as she could. She finally pulled her arm out and dried it. She couldn’t stand there and doubt herself or doubt what was about to happen, so, she just picked up the needle and started.



It didn’t take long and the ice definitely helped. She didn’t feel much pain at all. Though, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the ice or something else. She did individual little stitches, doing what she remembered from a couple different videos she had seen. When she was finally finished, she dropped the needle and the rest of the thread into the sink before grabbing the bandages. She sunk back to the floor and this time she wasn’t sure if she could get back up. She looked up at Vanden and held the bandages up to him.
 
596005Vanden turned when he put her hand on his shoulder. When she was done with this part Vanden heard sink back to the floor. He dared to look into the sink and saw blood, strips of white flesh that had been cut off and the sowing needle. Vanden started to feel queasy. In fact, he was sure he was going to hurl. He got on his knees and opened up the toilet lid trying his best to keep it in. Just then someone knocked on the bathroom door and tried the handle. It was locked. A dry heave forced its way up and Vanden’s face turned red. “I’m sorry.” He said without looking at Anabelle.

“Hey, you ok?” A guy asked.

Vanden leaned back holding his stomach. “Yes, use my dad’s bathroom.” He yelled and then sat back against the wall opposite of Anabelle. After a moment, he stood up and got a washcloth. He got it wet without trying to look directly into the sink and wiped his face with it. He looked at himself in the mirror. He was a shade paler and he could see blood all over the counter. This was the most fucked up situation he has ever been in and he took a deep breath. He rinsed the washcloth and then knelt down wiping at Ana’s brow. She wasn’t looking to good herself at the moment. He stood up and tossed the washcloth into the dirty hamper. Anabelle held up the bandages and Vanden knew exactly what she wanted him to do. He sat down next to her and carefully began bandaging up her elbow and arm as best he could. When he finished he smiled at her. “There, good as new.” He said.

There was a sudden bang on the door and Vanden jumped. He knew right away it was his dad. “What?”

“What are you doing?” His dad yelled through the door.

“I have the shits. Bad food.” Vanden answered.

“Hurry up, we need to pee.”

“Ok, be out in a minute.” He said.

His dad stomped away back to the kitchen and Vanden breathed a sigh. He stood up and started cleaning up the sink and the counter with a fresh washcloth and Ajax. After he finished he knelt down to Anabelle. “If you’re up to it, I’d like to get you back to my bedroom now. You can sleep in my bed. I’ll crash on the floor. Uhm, I can get us some dinner and water.” When Vanden said that he realized how thirsty he was, like he hadn’t drank anything all day.
 
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Ana knew that Vanden was having trouble. Someone who wasn’t used to this kind of thing would have a lot of trouble even looking at it. It’s why she didn’t ask him to help. Her eyes closed as Vanden took the bandages and she let him move her arm as needed. The cold was starting to wear off, but the pain still wasn’t too bad. It pulsed more than anything, the cuts beating with every beat of her heart.



The banging on the door made her jump and her eyes fling open. First a stranger, but then it seemed to be someone Vanden knew. His dad maybe? Vanden’s physical reaction made that clear. She wondered about their relationship for a moment, wondering if all he did was yell. She didn’t typically see such strain because of yelling. But, her condition was slowly getting worse and she couldn’t think of things right now. She looked back at him as he knelt down but she shook her head. She was leaning against the counter at this point and was able to reach down to pull his phone. It was locked again, so she handed it back to him to unlock. Once she got it back she typed out



I don’t think I can stand…I don’t want to get blood in your room. I’m covered in it…Food… I don’t want you to get in trouble.




It took her longer to type out than she would have thought. Her fingers kept slipping and she had to constantly retype her words, but she eventually got the message written and gave him the phone.

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Ana knew that Vanden was having trouble. Someone who wasn’t used to this kind of thing would have a lot of trouble even looking at it. It’s why she didn’t ask him to help. Her eyes closed as Vanden took the bandages and she let him move her arm as needed. The cold was starting to wear off, but the pain still wasn’t too bad. It pulsed more than anything, the cuts beating with every beat of her heart.



The banging on the door made her jump and her eyes fling open. First a stranger, but then it seemed to be someone Vanden knew. His dad maybe? Vanden’s physical reaction made that clear. She wondered about their relationship for a moment, wondering if all he did was yell. She didn’t typically see such strain because of yelling. But, her condition was slowly getting worse and she couldn’t think of things right now. She looked back at him as he knelt down but she shook her head. She was leaning against the counter at this point and was able to reach down to pull his phone. It was locked again, so she handed it back to him to unlock. Once she got it back she typed out



I don’t think I can stand…I don’t want to get blood in your room. I’m covered in it…Food… I don’t want you to get in trouble.




It took her longer to type out than she would have thought. Her fingers kept slipping and she had to constantly retype her words, but she eventually got the message written and gave him the phone.
 
596006Vanden read the phone message. “Uhm, how about this. You can wear some of my clothes if you want. I have a t-shirt you can wear, and a pair of loose fitting shorts. You can change in my bedroom while I got get us something to eat. You aren’t going to get me in trouble. Don’t worry about that.” Vanden went to the door and peeked out. No one was coming. He turned and knelt down putting his arms underneath her's and lifted her up. He got her turned around so that his arm was now draped around he shoulder. “C’mon.” He whispered. He carried her back to his room and sat her down on the bed. He dug out his shorts and a t-shirt. “Here, change into these. I can throw your clothes in the laundry and have them ready tonight for tomorrow. I’ll do that when I get back from the kitchen. I’m going to get us some food.”

With that Vanden left his room shutting the door behind him. He went into the kitchen like nothing was going on and got into the fridge. More left over’s crap. Vanden thought to himself. He dug it out and got a couple of plates.

“Why so many plates?” His dad asked.

“I’m hungry.” Vanden said not turning around. He knew he could get away with pushing the boundaries a little while company was over. Of course he would pay for it later, but right now he had to feed Anabelle.

“You eat to much.” His dad said in a low growl.

Vanden hesitated a moment. “…ok…” Vanden put a plate back. That’s ok, I can go without eating tonight. Vanden thought to himself. He put some left over Chinese food on a plate and then heated it up in the microwave. He also got a huge glass of water and took them both back to his bedroom. He knocked on the door carefully balancing the water and the plate in one hand. “Anabelle?” He whispered hoping she had already changed.
 
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Ana had been determined to crawl her way to his room if necessary, but he quietly checked the door and then came back where he quickly picked her up. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her so she couldn’t. She gave up by the time they got to the door, not wanting to make any noise as he carried her to his room. She sat there awkwardly as he pulled out some clothes for her and she nodded, holding the clothes away from her so she didn’t get any blood on them. As soon as the door was shut, she carefully pulled her clothes off, making sure to use her arm as little as possible.



She pulled off her shirt first and then her bra. She paused for a second, looking down at the blood stained onto her body. She sighed and tried to use her shirt to wipe as much of it away as she could. She didn’t want to get his shirt dirty or stained with her blood.She quickly pulled it on and then changed into his shorts. She balled her clothes up, tucking her bra and underwear into her shirt so he hopefully wouldn’t see it.



When she was finished, she pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she waited for Vanden to return. Her eyes were slowly shutting but he called out her name and she stumbled to her feet. She immediately fell to the floor and had to pause for a moment, but eventually crawled to the door and opened it, sitting back on her legs so he had plenty of room to get in.
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Ana had been determined to crawl her way to his room if necessary, but he quietly checked the door and then came back where he quickly picked her up. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her so she couldn’t. She gave up by the time they got to the door, not wanting to make any noise as he carried her to his room. She sat there awkwardly as he pulled out some clothes for her and she nodded, holding the clothes away from her so she didn’t get any blood on them. As soon as the door was shut, she carefully pulled her clothes off, making sure to use her arm as little as possible.



She pulled off her shirt first and then her bra. She paused for a second, looking down at the blood stained onto her body. She sighed and tried to use her shirt to wipe as much of it away as she could. She didn’t want to get his shirt dirty or stained with her blood.She quickly pulled it on and then changed into his shorts. She balled her clothes up, tucking her bra and underwear into her shirt so he hopefully wouldn’t see it.



When she was finished, she pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she waited for Vanden to return. Her eyes were slowly shutting but he called out her name and she stumbled to her feet. She immediately fell to the floor and had to pause for a moment, but eventually crawled to the door and opened it, sitting back on her legs so he had plenty of room to get in.
 
596007The door to his room slowly opened up and he saw Ananbelle on the floor. “Oh shit, sorry.” He came in shutting the door behind him with his foot. He knelt down and handed Anabelle the plate of food and sat the glass of water next to her. He saw that she had changed which made Vanden feel better but noticed she still had blood on her. “Uhm, this may sound stupid…I can run you a bath if you want and wash your clothes. I mean, after my dad goes to bed ya know. He has his own bathroom, so he shouldn’t bother you.” He looked at her ankle. It looked swollen. “I can get you an ice pack too. You sit there and eat. Eat all of that. My mom used to say, ‘You can’t sleep on an empty stomach.’” Vanden said. He was silent for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec.” Vanden left for the kitchen. His dad was seeing the guys out the door with smiles and laughing. The stale smoke still hung in the air like a thick fog. Vanden made his way to the kitchen and saw that there was a stack of cards sitting on the kitchen table along with half filled drinks and an ashtray that was over flowing with cigarette butts. He got a zip lock bag and then filled it with ice. As he turned to leave his dad was standing there in the doorway. Vanden was still.
“Where you going?” His dad said.

“Just back to my room.”

“I told you, don’t come back while my friends here.” His dad said crossing his arms.

“It-it was getting dark, and I got cold…” Vanden said.

“You know I don’t like you here when I have friends over.”

Vanden swallowed. “Yes, I know…but-“

“NO BUTTS.” His dad yelled.

Vanden flinched. He stood there helpless against his dad’s power.

“You clean first.” His dad said motioning towards the table.

“Yes sir.” Vanden said putting down the ice pack. He slowly moved over to the kitchen table and collected the glasses. Taking them to the sink he poured them out.

“What you doing?” His dad said stepping closer.

Vanden turned. “…cleaning…”

“You empty my glass?”

Vanden swallowed. “I-I thought you were done with it.”

“Did I say I was done?” His father got closer.

“I’ll make you a fresh drink dad. Just like you like it.” Vanden got out a new glass and then was suddenly yanked back by the shoulder causing Vanden to loose his grip on the glass, which fell to the floor and shattered.

His dad looked down at the broken glass and then back up to Vanden, His dad’s hand came fast and hard against Vanden’s cheek and it echoed down the hallway.

Vanden turned grasping the side of his face. His eyes went misty.
“You broke my glass…and now you clean. Clean whole floor. Clean all glass.” His dad reached into the sink and pulled out one of the dirty glasses that Vanden had just put in there. He threw it on the floor and it shattered. “You clean ALL glass.” His dad pulled out another and threw it on the floor.

By now Vanden was starting to tremble and trying hard not to cry. “…yes-yes sir…” Vanden’s voice was low. He lowered his hand to his side. He just wished to God that his dad would go to bed and leave him alone.

“You crying? You crying like big baby?” His dad said getting in Vanden’s face.

With all his will Vanden was trying not to show any emotion.“…no…sir…” Vanden sniffled.

“No you cry, you cry like biiig baby.” His dad said.

“…I’m not…” Vanden said his eyes lowering to the floor.

Another slap to the face. This time it was harder. Vanden turned and leaned on the kitchen counter.

Tears ran down Vanden’s cheeks as he slowly turned back to his dad. His eyes still low.
“I see you cryyying.” His dad teased him. “You baby…that all you are.” His dad said and then grabbed Vanden by the back of his neck and pulled him back. Vanden lost balance and his dad threw him into the fridge. SLAM.

Vanden fell to the floor with a thud.

“You clean now.” His dad said and left the kitchen. He walked down the hallway and went into his room shutting his bedroom door.
Vanden lay there on his stomach. He hid his face in the crevice of his arm fighting the tears back. He was hoping Anabelle hadn’t heard any of that. He felt so ashamed. So embarrassed. He prayed for his mommy to come back and take him away from all of this. But she didn’t. He was still there, trapped.

It was some time before Vanden returned to his room. The left side of his was swollen and there was some blood on his clean t-shirt from where he had cut his finger on a piece of broken glass. He didn’t know if Anabelle would still be awake or not. He had made her a new, new ice pack since the ice cubes had melted in the other one. He sat on the edge of the bed. He was hungry, tired, thirsty…

Just hours before they had confronted something scary in the old changing room...and now he had to deal with the real world…and Vanden was finding it much more terrifying.
 
Anabelle Price



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Ana sat there just beyond the door to his room as he walked in and couldn’t help but notice that he only brought in enough food for her. She frowned at this, but took the plate from him. She picked up the fork but really only pushed the food around. She frowned at him and started to pull out his phone to respond, but he had left almost as soon as he had come. She sighed and scooted so she sat with her back against the wall with the door in it. She ate a few bites, but really she wasn’t hungry.



Not only that, but she really couldn’t eat. If she got a full stomach and went home… it would just be something else for her to get in trouble with. She did drink a lot of water, though. She had finished most of the glass by the time she heard the commotion in the kitchen. It was really because she began to wonder where he was. Vanden had been gone for so long, she had started to worry. She heard the raised voice of his father. She knew she shouldn’t listen in, but she was worried. She opened the door just a few cracks more and sat there, letting the food get cold as she listened.



He would probably relate more to her situation than everything else. She had heard everything from the yelling to the slaps to the breaking of the glass. She wished she could go out to him, but it would only make things worse. She couldn’t help but feel worse. No, she felt worse than that. She regretted so much. She knew it was her fault he was in this situation and she didn’t know what to do. Tears had pooled up in her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall.





It was quite awhile longer by the time he came back and he ignored her completely, going straight to the bed to sit down. She didn’t look good at all and she noticed the new blood on his shirt. She picked up the plate and glass and edged it along in front of her until she was kneeling next to him. She bent down enough to see his face and immediately she noticed his cheek. Now she felt even worse. Her gaze kind of went faraway as she took the ice pack from him, raising it up, and pressing it to his face.
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Ana sat there just beyond the door to his room as he walked in and couldn’t help but notice that he only brought in enough food for her. She frowned at this, but took the plate from him. She picked up the fork but really only pushed the food around. She frowned at him and started to pull out his phone to respond, but he had left almost as soon as he had come. She sighed and scooted so she sat with her back against the wall with the door in it. She ate a few bites, but really she wasn’t hungry.



Not only that, but she really couldn’t eat. If she got a full stomach and went home… it would just be something else for her to get in trouble with. She did drink a lot of water, though. She had finished most of the glass by the time she heard the commotion in the kitchen. It was really because she began to wonder where he was. Vanden had been gone for so long, she had started to worry. She heard the raised voice of his father. She knew she shouldn’t listen in, but she was worried. She opened the door just a few cracks more and sat there, letting the food get cold as she listened.



He would probably relate more to her situation than everything else. She had heard everything from the yelling to the slaps to the breaking of the glass. She wished she could go out to him, but it would only make things worse. She couldn’t help but feel worse. No, she felt worse than that. She regretted so much. She knew it was her fault he was in this situation and she didn’t know what to do. Tears had pooled up in her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall.





It was quite awhile longer by the time he came back and he ignored her completely, going straight to the bed to sit down. She didn’t look good at all and she noticed the new blood on his shirt. She picked up the plate and glass and edged it along in front of her until she was kneeling next to him. She bent down enough to see his face and immediately she noticed his cheek. Now she felt even worse. Her gaze kind of went faraway as she took the ice pack from him, raising it up, and pressing it to his face.
 
596008Vanden seemed to be staring off into space, his mind some place else when he felt the cool ice pack pressing against his cheek. His eyes slowly turned to meet Anabelle’s eyes. He had brought the ice pack for her, but now she was using it on him. “But I brought that for you…” He said as he placed his hand on top of hers. Vanden held her eyes for a moment. Held her hand. So warm. Vanden swallowed and then turned his head away. “You need this for your ankle.” He said. He slowly removed her hand and stood up. “I…I need to sleep. My dad went to bed, so don’t be afraid to use the bathroom or if you get thirsty in the night...” Vanden paused and then continued. “If you need my help-with anything-just wake me.” He looked back at Anabelle. “I’ll get the bed ready.” Vanden pulled back the covers then we went over to Anabelle to help her into the bed. He took the ice pack and looked at her ankle before putting it on. “That looks like it really hurts…here…this should help with the swelling.” Vanden put the ice pack on her ankle. Then he pulled the covers over her and then sat down with her for a moment. “Please, don’t try and leave during the night because then I’ll be worried about you. Ok?” He tapped her on the nose with his finger and gave her a smile. “I’ll make us breakfast in the morning. I promise it won’t be Chinese.” Even though Vanden was exhausted he tried to make Anabelle laugh.

Vanden stood up. “Oh yeah…” He got a pen and his notebook and opened it to a blank page. He sat it on the bed next to Anabelle. “Just in case you need it.” Vanden got into his closet and pulled out an old blanket and a small pillow that looked more like it was for a little kid. He laid them out on the floor next to the bed. Vanden turned off the lights and pulled down his jeans and kicked them off to the wall. He did the same with his t-shirt. Vanden laid down and pulled the blanket over him. Vanden reached his hand up trying to touch Anabelle’s hand. If he didn’t find he he just patted the bed. Or if he did find it he held it for a moment. “Good night Anabelle.” He said and then brought his hand back down and soon darkness gave way to dreams...

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