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Tears brimming my vision, I stare at Prince storming in our direction. I can't believe that someone actually comes to save me.

The sick, perverted psychopath abruptly lets go of me, pushing me to the wall. He wastes no time to run off, leaving me here with mouth agape, shaking on the ground.

"Don't you dare, you asshole." Prince is ready to run after him, but when he sees the state that I'm in, he stops dead in his track. He freezes. I can see that he's shocked by how I look.

My head pulses with sharp pain, and I wince, touching my forehead. Then I find blood on my palm. My forehead is apparently bleeding from the smack against the brick wall.

"Jesus, Ches -- " he rasps before his jaw tightens, and I can even see his eyes burning with rage before he snaps his head back toward the bastard running away.

"No," I cry out, stopping him before he can move further to catch the bastard. "D-don't leave me," I stutter. I can barely speak after what happened.

I don't want to be left alone i