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Over time, the kitten learned to trust the big dog, and told him of the days before she met him. She told him of the cold and unforgiving place, and the people who grabbed at her. The dog listened to her, but his infinite wisdom let him know what was really wrong. One day, he asked her: "So tell me little kitten, do you want to punish those who have wronged you?"The kitten enthusiastically said that she did."Well, then. Let's make a plan. Who are we going to punish first?"The kitten started to create an elaborate plan involving everyone she believed hurt her in some way in the past and the dog listened patiently. After a while she stopped scheming and the dog asked her another question.“Do you think that you will feel better after they’ve been punished?” he asks her and the kitten immediately nods. “Of course.”“Do you remember the faces of those who wronged you? Did they seem pleased?”The kitten thinks about it for a moment back to the hurt, sad or angry looks she received in th

“Wait a minute.” His eyes narrow. “You don’t have some sort of a crush on Atlas, do you?”“Of course not.” I brush it off like it’s a dumb idea, but I can feel my heart speed up.Eli’s not buying it. “Are you sure?” he takes a step closer and I swat at him. “Stop it. I just don’t want to sleep in the same bed as him.”“Why not?”“Because it’s weird.”“Okay, then take the couch.” He says and I nod, but then he quickly adds: ”But it’s gonna make you look pathetic, desperate and like you’re hiding your feelings because if you two are really just friends then you should have no problem sleeping in the same bed.” He grins mockingly and I want to smack him so hard he flows out of the glass wall.Instead, I huff and stomp my feet on the ground. “I don’t want to!”He gasps loudly and shoves his finger in my face. “Ha! You do have a crush on him!”“I don’t, Eli.”I cas just see a million ideas light up behind his eyes. “Oh, this is so great.”“It’s not. Remember Kristen?” I sneer and he grins.

“What’s up?” Eli asks, sitting down next to me. I’ve asked him to meet me in the back of the house while James and Atlas are busy talking about God knows what.I sigh. “I’m going back tonight. I’m gonna go hide from the cops, I don’t know where yet. Maybe Toronto because it’s a big city. Easy to hide.”During the few seconds that he’s silent, I observe the dark clouds moving on the sky through the window. Somehow, a storm is calming me down. It lets me know that I’m not the only one going through shit.“You’re joking, right?” he says and I shake my head.“No, it’s the best decision I can make. I’m only telling you this because you were so mad that I didn’t tell you when I left Jim, and you’re right. You deserve to know. But please don’t tell anyone.”“How is this the best decision?” he hisses, obviously trying not to yell. “I’ve literally just got you back.”“And we’ll stay in contact. I’ll get a new burner phone and I’ll text you from it. I’ve saved up some money in the last two mont

What the actual fuck does that mean?“How did you know me?”He takes a deep breath, obviously trying to put things in a way that would freak me out the least. “I saw you one day. I was going home from coaching, and you were out in the street by yourself. It was dark outside and few people on the street.” He explains, but I can’t recall any time when I saw anyone who might look like him.“Go on.”“There was a tiny kitten by the side of the road. You spent quite some time slowly approaching her, and then you took her in your arms, and I could see that she scratched you pretty badly, but you still continued to hold her. You took it to a local shelter. I knew that you were absolutely beautiful outside and inside.”I gasp. “That was half a year ago.”I remember the day very clearly, but I don’t remember him. I guess I was too focused on the kitten. It was so beautiful and clearly needed help. I thought she was obviously abused, like I have been, and I knew I needed to help her. I wanted to

He stares at me for a second, then throws his head back, laughing, and pulls me closer to him by my waist. I smile at him. I didn’t notice before that he has dimples. “Would you get pissed at me if I asked how many guys you slept with?”I trail my upper lip with the tip of my tongue. “How many guys do you think I slept with?”“I don’t know. Did you ever sleep with anyone at the club?”I sigh and lay down on my back. “Do you think I’m a whore?”“No!”I glare at him. “Come on. It’s not an unheard of thought. I’m a stripper. A lot of dancers offer special treatments.”He bites his lip. “Do you?”“Would you be disgusted with me if I did?”He grows quiet. Maybe he’s thinking about it. Or maybe he already knows the answer and is looking for a way to sugarcoat it.“I don’t want to answer that.” He chuckles.“Come on, I wanna know. You can tell me how many girls you slept with, first.”He tilts his head and shrugs. “I don’t know.”“Ten?”He looks uncomfortable when he shakes his head. “No.”“