He Touched Her Again

The first sign he had of her rejection was the trembling of Rachel's arm in his. She had allowed him to speak and had neither turned her face toward him nor away from him. She had looked straight on and her voice was sad but firm and quiet when she spoke.

Tom’s lower lip trembled. “It’s my fault,” he whispered, his eyes shiny with tears. “I was so young, and I didn't know how to stop...”

"Did the hit you received yesterday knock out all of your brain cells?" She snaps, "You don't give patients false hope, not when it's a bad case like that."

“Dumbass!” Ban howled laughing and obviously drunk. “She only pretended to be hurt so she could suck face with the captain!”

"I think you broke it. It looks bad." Matt sighed, he made a makeshift splint for my hand. "We will go to the clinic tomorrow to get it checked out." Matt informed. "Let's try to get some sleep." He nodded as he guided me to our small cabin. He helped me take off my shoes, jacket and helped me into bed. Matt climbed in bed beside me, before blowing out the lantern on his nightstand. His arms made their way around my waist, he pulled me close, careful not to hurt me.

She held back the tears and moved in closer, fumbling for Jake’s hand. The touch of his skin was cold—like death and it made her insides churn.

She had a brace around her neck and one of her eyes was swollen shut. She couldn’t speak, everything hurt. Her owner had returned her. He said she was defective, and the agency blamed her for the beating. The woman chided her that she should have pleased him more. If she had tried harder he wouldn’t have beat her. Rachel didn’t even have the strength to cry.

“But I don’t understand,” I said after a moment, blood pounding in my ears. “You want to help me right?”

"This is trauma room one," Stevens announces to us, "As you can see it's... there's a trauma." She sighs, glancing at another resident desperately. " Hey guys, do you need some help?

“Abra! What happened to you?” Lucy shrieked. She saw the bruises on her daughter’s neck. This was enough.

“That’s true, it could be worst.” as I said that I knew I had to forget the painful memories, the ones that could leave or haunt me forever. That’s when Finn and I got split up I went right and he went left, I was alone again. We were put in these stall things with clothes; they were high-end clothes, hundred dollar shirts and four hundred dollar shoes. I walked out of this stall and Finn was standing there laughing at me. “Dude Mars, You were supposed to pick something that matched.” He couldn't stop laughing at me his face was as red as a

"Yeah," Victoria mumbled, turning the corner, "But now that the adrenaline has faded away it's starting to hurt." She looked like she was in pain. Her face was consorted in pain, her eyebrows pinched together as she bit her bottom lip as she held her injured arm.

“Get your hands off him,” Carly yelled. She’d heard enough to make her ears bleed. Her tears were running full force down her chin, soaking her shirt. “He’s done what you told him to. You have no right.”

“I don't know what happened. One minute we are enjoying each others company. Than the next thing I know she starts to clench at her chest, hunched over in pain. I didn't mean to hurt her, if I did.”

His brain had been working in overdrive, there were so many things he wanted to share with Puck that he simply didn't know where to begin. "I wasn't always like this you know." He confessed out of the blue. "I mean, I was very much persecuted by bigger kids in my school. I was a joke really. the poor, weird kid, with absentee parents." He stopped and caressed Puck's cheek while silently diving head first in his crappy childhood memories. He had no idea why he felt the need to tell her. None of it was things he was proud of, but having her enlaces around him made him feel protected and yet still vulnerable. "Anyway, as you can