Liana's POVWhen Zane heard Vanessa taunting me, he lost what little restraint he had left and spat out a curse.He pinned her down and went at her even harder, shutting her up completely.From where I stood, I could clearly see the scar across his chest, now smeared with lipstick.My stomach couldn't take any more, lurching and cramping violently.During all the years I was sick, I kept hurting myself, no matter how hard I tried to stop. And every time I hurt myself, Zane would hurt himself twice as badly.Over time, he ended up with even more scars than I had. More than once, he took it too far, losing so much blood that he had to be rushed to the ER.Even at his weakest, barely lucid, he'd hold my hand tight and murmur through his tears, "Lia, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I failed to protect you. If you hurt, I'll hurt along with you. Don't leave me all alone."As I remembered those heartfelt promises and apologies, my crutch slipped from my grip and clattered to the floor.
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