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wasn't really sure why she turned to the darkness for help.

Everything was always so quiet, so still. She wasn't the biggest fan of serenity. She was never given a second thought and so being alone reminded her that she would never be in the presence of another.

Metaphorically speaking of course.

The sound of people talking, laughing, just being, helped calm her down.

So when she needed to get away, to make herself aware that she would never be appreciated, she walked to the warehouse at night.

And she never really knew why she was so attracted to the place. She never had a reason.

Strangely enough, this time she did.

Maddox Lohan was like a slap in the face for her. So sudden, so abruptly.

She'd heard the rumors. Maddox was not a force to be reckoned with. You don't get in his way. He was a boxer. And that made him a hell of a good fighter.

Being rich, his rebellious ways never reached so much as a peep outside their little wealthy society. Honestly it seemed like a cult at times.

Mara and Zach Lohan were likely to be the most important people in town though. Although Zach was a flake. He was never around.

This made it easy for Maddox to get off the hook. He was dangerous.

So imagine her shock when he cared for her. Made sure she was okay.

The fact that he even voiced his worries was enough to make her stumble over her words repeatedly.

Not to forget that he was talking to Evelyn Moreau.

No one bothered with her. She was an embarrassment and the whole town knew it. A mistake who ruined a perfect family.

Exactly why she was never shown off like her sister was. Never bothering with Evelyn, always fussing over Aralyn, their mother- Logan Moreau, made it her own personal mission to remind Evelyn that she may be her daughter, but that was it.

Everyone knew how unwanted Evelyn was. They reminded her. Hell the ones who liked to terrorize her made it extra hard for her to ever forget.

So Evelyn was intrigued with Maddox, to say the least.

Entering the warehouse, the only sound that could be heard was the rattling of the fan.

And as she peacefully sat down on the floor to simply listen and bask in the presence of nothing, she heard a noise.

She immediately shot up and grabbed the closest thing on the bench beside her.

A boxing glove.

What the hell was she supposed to do with a boxing glove?

She couldn't see anything in the darkness besides the little light the moon had graced the building with.

Squinting her eyes at the tall figure walking closer, she screamed and threw the glove towards the suspect.

"Fuck," she heard as the glove hit the person straight in the face.

She heard groans as she ran over towards the entrance of the building to turn the lights on.

She had a right to see whoever was going to kill her.

Upon letting her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness, she finally made out who she had attacked. Her jaw went slack as her hands flew up to her cheeks. Maddox Lohan was crouched on the floor nursing his nose. Blood was seeping out of it and the guilt hit her like a truck as his glare fixed upon her.

"What the hell was that for?" he snarled.

Squeaking, she ran over to inspect his injury.

She gave him a bloody nose. She couldn't have thrown that hard. She had no muscle to depend on.

"I'm so sor—I'm s—— so sorry," she stuttered out.

"Why would you even throw the glove at me!"

Cringing at the loudness of his voice, she bit her lip. "I thought it was a murderer or something."

Her head was down and she was afraid to look up at him, but she lifted her head in confusion as silence followed her response.

He was livid. Seething. And she was terrified in that moment.

"You what?" he sneered.

Gulping, she responded, "I thought you were a murderer."

She felt horrible.

"I honestly didn't think I hit you that hard, it must've been a sudden surge of power?"

Raising an eyebrow at her, his expression was unamused.

"A sudden surge of power," he mocked as he rolled his eyes.

She was put down constantly and for some reason, she just wasn't in a mood for another person to make fun of her.

So on instinct, she slapped his chest out of annoyance. She was sick of being mocked. Teased. Their words were relentless and she was done for now.

Do you want my help or not?" she huffed.

Looking at his chest and then her, he gave her a look of disbelief. "You give me a bloody nose and then have the audacity to hit me?"

Maddox was beyond annoyed. "Know your place," he growled.

The blood drained from her face as she realized her actions.

Regret flooded her features as she said sorry. Tears were just on the verge of spilling and she did not want to cry in front of him for the second time.

She was weak and she hated how easy it was to notice that particular flaw. Among the many more she was blessed with, weakness was one of her most prominent ones.

When people realized that, they took advantage of the new knowledge.

So quickly sniffing and wiping her eyes as quick as she could, she got up to locate the first aid kit that he used to take care of her injuries.

Finally finding it, she rushed to help stop the bleeding. It made her shudder.

Seeing blood that wasn't hers was unusual. Not to forget that she caused the bleeding for once.

She always thought that she'd feel a sense of superiority rush through her. She figured as much since seeing her in pain was an adrenaline rush for most people.

Instead she felt guilt, regret, remorse.

She didn't know why, but maybe it had to do with the fact she hurt someone who never harmed her.

Ever.

So with that thought, she guided his head forward and pinched his nose before placing an ice pack on it, as well as on his cheeks. She grabbed a tissue to clean up the blood already spilt.

Well this is awkward.

If someone saw them, she wondered what would've gone through their mind.

A girl in nothing but a camisole and a pair of shorts pinching a shirtless guy's nose as his head is tilted forward with ice packs adorning his face.

Truly a beautiful sight.

Even though there were two people in the building, the only sound heard was the fan and their breaths.

"Um," she said quietly, not wanting to speak but knowing she would have to, "Breathe through your mouth so then the blood won't drai—-,"

"To the back of my throat," he grumbled out, finishing her sentence for her.

She gave him a look of surprise, "Oh you know what to do?"

He let his eyes bore into her with fury and she felt herself tense up at how intimidating he looked. "I know how to deal with most injuries," he snapped at her.

After that, she chose not to respond. He was quiet and she felt it'd be awkward for her to speak, so no one talked.

Eventually, her hand got tired so she took the ice packs off and quietly asked him to bring his head back up. She slowly let go of his nose before examining to make sure it wouldn't bleed again. Once sure his bloody nose had stopped, she wet a tissue before wiping off the rest of the blood on his hands and chin.

Finally, she moved away from him to put the first aid kit back where she found it.

Sitting back down beside him, she asked him if he was okay.

Snapping his head towards her, the glare on his face intensified. "What do you think?" he scoffed.

Shrugging, she unintentionally brought her fingers up to trace his nose. "It still hurts?"

"Of course it still fucking hurts," he said harshly.

Flinching from that kind of tone and language, she shifted away a little. She was just being careful. It was precaution. Not knowing what else to do, she let herself talk once more.

"Thank you for the other day," she croaked. Clearing her throat she continued, "Honestly I really am grateful."

"Don't mention it," his reply was quick and short.

Looking up at him warily, she spoke once more. "No really. You really helped me that day, it meant a lot." Her voice was never confident, but it seemed even more weak all the sudden.

He got up abruptly and grabbed his duffel bag beside him. She quickly stood up, but she wobbled as she felt a wave of pain rush through her head.

She got up too suddenly.

He towered over her as she visibly shrunk back.

"When I say don't mention it, I mean exactly that," he spoke venomously. "What I did was called being a decent human being, nothing else. So forget it and don't even think about telling anyone what happened. I don't need my reputation to be tainted by association with you."

His words were harsh and like glass. He threw them at her as she let her defenses down. He swiftly walked out of the building unfazed by the broken girl he left behind.

Frozen in shock, she blinked and felt a tear wet her cheek as a realization hit her.

There was no one in this world who wouldn't hurt her.

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