《Drowning is a Relief》Chapter 8
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Bubbles looked around her, scared that Jack would pounce out from anywhere.
Boomer seemed off, he seemed more carefree, and looked a bit better than his teenage year one might say.
She wanted to run.
But what if he found her.
Boomer, help me.
'Bitch I fucking saw you! You were with another guy! So I'm not good enough for you now?' Jack yelled at her loudly, spitting in her face.
'N-no.' Bubbles whimpered, in the corner of the little room.
'Why don't you run away you disgusting whore. I should've known you were like this. I gave you everything. And what do I get? This?' He asked, inching towards her as she desperately wanted to dig a hole and just leave this.
'It's not like that.' She said, continue standing up. She had to. To get herself out of this.
A red hand print swelled from her left cheek. Tears were rolling down her face. Constant blubbering faced with endless shouting.
'It's not like that!'
'I'm sorry!'
'I'll never do it again!'
This is for now, she won't give up just yet.
'I promise I won't.' Another whisper.
'You do?' The alcoholic breath intoxicated her.
'I swear.'
'Good Girlie.'
She looked down at her hands, where was her strength when she need it.
'Where is she?' Boomer asked one of the IT people, click clacking away at a computer.
'Umm, here, let me zoom in to show you.' The woman said, clicking into the biggest mansion out of the area.
Dawing Mansion.
She was there.
She was at the mercy of the monster.
He had to save her.
He had to be the knight in shining armour, who had to save the princess from the evil wizard before they could be together.
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First things first.
He needed to talk to Bubbles, convince her to run. As far as possible.
The next day, he was patrolling in her area again, but at the park so no one would see them, especially the person he knew would be prying on Bubbles' whereabouts.
There Bubbles was, feeding the pigeons on a park bench. She giggled as a bird flew up to catch the bit of bread she tossed.
Cute.
'Hey Bubbles.' Boomer said, trying not to scare her off. He had to admit, his previous approach was a bit scary, when he cane to think of it.
She ignored him, as if she didn't hear anything, focusing on the birds.
'Bubbles?' Boomer waved his hand in front her eyes.
She flinched, but said nothing. Why was she doing this?
She stood up abruptly, leaving the bench and the bread she was feeding the pigeons, she set out for the nearby town.
'Bubs what the he-' He trembled, what the actual fuck? She was still fine before.
He jogged over to her, and called out to her. 'Bubbles! I really need to talk to you, if you'd just stand still so I can talk to you I-' her eyes darted from his face to the direction of the town. She turned and kept walking.
'Bubbles.' He said again.
'Boomer stop.' Bubbles said, she didn't want him to stop, she's lying, he could see it in her eyes. 'I'm serious, I can't talk to you. Or else... I've said too much, sorry.' She begged.
He looked up, at the houses and mansions that surrounded them.
She's scared he'll see her.
He also caught sight of the swelling on her left cheek. He hit her.
The motherfucking guy actually hit her. Of course he knew he did, after that medical report's feedback. Now that he actually could see, he seemed to be more taken aback. It shocked him, what guy would hit such an angel.
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