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"You don't look too good." Samuel commented. "Sam!" Taylor scolded. "Stop being insensitive!" |
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Dylan gave Sam a warning look. |
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Lilith leaned against Dylan. "Shut the damn lights off please. Too damn bright." She groaned. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Taylor nodded, dimming the lights, but wasn't able to shut them off fully. |
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Lilith leaned against Dylan, and she looked like hell. Bruises, welts, dried blood, stitches all over. "'m gonna puke." She whimpered. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan just got a bucket for her and held it for her, rubbing her back. Their friends all turned away, some even covering their ears for her privacy. |
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When she was done, she slumped back, dealing with a fever. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan set the bucket to the side and kissed her forehead, offering her a glass of water. Their friends turned back to her. "Well, we should get going, but we wanted to let you know that we turned James to the police. Hes been convicted of kidnapping, assault and... that," Taylor said, knowing that Lilith would know what she meant. "He's going away for a long time, you won't have to deal with him again," she reassured her. |
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"For now." Lilith muttered, in pain. |
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Dylan Montgomery - "Darling, thats 25 years. He'll be long gone," Dylan reassured her, kissing her cheek lightly. |
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