Chapter 15 ..... bruises on his knuckles

Ryan

I held my hands under the cold water. My knuckles were split open. The water stung where it touched the raw skin, washing the blood away. It hurt, but I thought about her, and I knew she was hurting a lot more.

God, she had looked so scared. I just wanted to hold her.

I lay in bed, turning o...

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