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"Jams, my ex-boyfriend." She explained. "I ran into him, and he grabbed me, tried to kiss me. I ran back here." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan took her hands, holding them. "Did he follow you here?" he asked. |
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"Don't know." She responded. "He was chasing after me, don't know if I lost him or not." |
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"Okay," he said, walking over to the doors and locking them. "We're gonna lock the door, and go relax okay? I promised you he'd never hurt you again, and I keep my promises," he said, hugging her. |
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She nodded, and was shaking so badly, and latched onto Dylan. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan picked her up gently, carrying her to his bedroom. He locked his door and windows and closed the curtains before laying them both down on his bed. Dylan rubbed her back, "You're okay, you're safe," |
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She whimpered, and curled up into him. "Don't let him take me, Dylan." |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan hugged her tight. "I won't let him take you, baby, you're okay," |
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She just curled closer to him, her PTSD flaring up. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan pulled his blankets up over them. He held her tight, comforting her in any way he could. "Its okay, you're safe here, he'll never hurt you again, I promise," |
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Cool - A Front is Moving In
