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@musesblue liked this for a JENNY starter

"you know, i once watched a youtube video that said people used to believe smoking was actually good for your health. ever since, I've chosen to believe they were right back then."

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Emilia wasn’t even aware she’d been hit at first. Truly she didn’t feel it, shock and adrenaline can do that. But when his fist collided with her fair skin she’d been knocked down. A kick or two to the ribs and then grabbed by the hair. She blacked out when he’d punched her again and she begged him not to. The photographer had a knack for falling for the wrong one, for falling in love with people she couldn’t save or fix. A therapist would tell her it all goes back to her father but truthfully it was the mother that got her into this mess. But those were tales for another time. When Emilia had come to, he’d been gone and he had locked the door from the outside. But she knew how to get out, she wasn’t an idiot. All because she’d come here to break up with him. This was the first and last time he would ever hit her. So when she escaped down the fire route, the rusty old ladder a safety hazard led to her freedom. She ran to her home, locked the place up and that was when she called him. Aleksander. 

She wasn’t sure what she’d said on the phone, she’d been hysterical because this was the first time anyone had ever placed a hand on her. Her cheek had a cut, her eye was bruised, her ribs held bootprint impressions, and she just looked rough with her make-up smeared along her face. They used to be best-friend’s until he put a stop to it. She kept in contact but it was nothing like it once was. She jumped when the tall man knocked at the door. He assured her it was him and even though she heard his voice she picked up a nearby photo frame just incase. For her own safety. Seeing the towering male a sob broke from her and that was what led them to the current situation. 

She was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, the first-aid kit open on the island counter and she was still crying quietly. She hadn’t said much as he bandaged her and wiped her tears. Blood trickled from her words, especially the cut on her lower lip. He’d said something but she didn’t acknowledge it at first, zoning in on the alcohol pads but then in the gentlest touch she had felt in a long time, hazel eyes were brought to focus on his own. The question made her heart skip a beat and even though she shouldn’t she suddenly felt incredibly safe and...and.. “Christopher.” She whispers softly, the cruel name. “He...he just..” Her nostrils flared with her tears and another sob left her. “I’m such an idiot.” She leaned into his touch. “I shouldn’t have gone alone.”

Already he regrets to agreeing to this. A blind date as if he couldn’t find someone if he truely wanted to! His friends however were not convinced and kept promising that he would definitely get along well with this girl. In the end he had only said yes to stop their nagging. His fingers are rolling his glass of coke from one hand to another. One look on the clock tells him she’s late. What a great beginning of the date. 

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