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    “Let me?” I repeat, ring. He sighs dramatically.


    “You’re not seriously going to argue are you? It’s not safe here right now, and I don’t think I could stand


    to let you out of my sight. Come stay with me. It doesn’t have to be forever. Just until this is sorted out.”


    He holds my gaze, pleading in his expression.


    “If you don’te with me I won’t be leaving, and I’ll be keeping Shaun and Aaron here too.” He adds.


    I roll my eyes.


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    “That’s just excessive. But I do see your point. I want to be there with you if it will help your feel better,


    and it will help me feel safe too. But also, my bedroom window is smashed to pieces and my bed is full


    of ss.” I


    bed is full of ss.” I pause, hesitating.


    “What is it?” he prompts. I sigh.


    “I’m worried about Maggie and the other people in the building. I know it’s not likely that anyone would


    attack them, but I just can’t help it.” I admit.


    “I’ll arrange for a security detail for the building until this is sorted out. They’ll be safe.” He promises. I


    smile at him, a weak and sort of pathetic smile, but still a smile.


    “Thankyou.”


    That settled, Bemy finally lets me leave the bathroom. Either Shaun or Aaron have used my broom


    and swept the worst of the ss up to the side of my bed so, with shoes on, the room can be mostly,


    safely navigated. I shiver as I look around and realise it’s because there is a breezeing in from my


    broken window. I sigh and then go dig through my closet looking for my rarely used gym bag. I


    eventually find it and put it on top of the dresser. I spend a few minutes and pack a few outfits and


    comfort items, my phone charger, toothbrush and so on. I nce at the untouched pile of clothes that


    Bemy left here. Well that was a waste, he hasn’t even used them and I’m going to stay with him.


    Then again, it might not be forever. I might stille back here. I can’t help but snort at the thought. No


    way, once I live with him I highly doubt Bemy is going to let me move back here without a fight, and I


    am fairly sure he could win it without much difficulty. The ce has been feeling more and more lonely


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    I look around the room for anything I’ve missed. I know I cane back and get more stuffter, but I


    want to make sure I’m okay for at least a few days. I made sure to pack my work clothes and shoes. I


    have regr clothes and pyjamas. My eyesnd on my bed and my favourite pillow. It’s silly and


    unnecessary… But I want it with me. Still, there’s ss everywhere and I don’t know that I should try


    going over there. I think if I were to cut myself again Bemy might lose itpletely. Bemy notices


    my focus.


    “What are you looking for?” he asks. I point at the pillow.


    “I want that pillow, but…. The ss…” I trail off, no further exnation needed. Bemy doesn’t


    respond, just moves to the bed, crunching over the scattered ss shards and grabs the pillow. He


    shakes it and pats it down thoroughly making sure that there is no ss stuck in it anywhere before


    bringing it to me. I take it immediately. He zips up my bag and pulls it over his shoulder. It’s a baby pink


    colour and honestly looks a little ridiculous on him. But also sort of adorable? We head out to the living


    area. I feel particrly small and pathetic in my blood smeared pyjamas and unicorn slippers, my hair a


    mess. I must look awful. Shaun is just hanging up the phone as we approach.


    “I just spoke to Alex, he’s getting all the security footage from all the cameras together and sending


    over a proper investigation team. The damage out front is mostly just typical vandalism and it looks like


    it was done before the window was smashed. As for that, we found. this in the bed.” He holds up a


    large rock, it looks like one from one of the yards of a neighbour down the street. I see those rocks all


    the time while walking to work.


    “Also, this was tied to the rock.” he hands Bemy a crumpled up piece of paper. I recognise the typed


    out writing from myst letter.


    YOU WILL PAY BITCH.


    THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING.


    BETTER WATCH YOUR HEAD!!!


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    Watch your head? Seriously? Who is writing these notes? Do they think they’re funny? I ampletely


    over this. I was scared, and admittedly, I probably will feel scared againter, but right now? I’m just


    pissed off. Although maybe not as pissed as Bemy who looks about ready to strangle someone. I


    take his free hand and weave my fingers through his. He hands the note back to Shaun.


    “I’m taking Ryann home. Look into this and make sure the security team puts a tarp over that window


    or something. Also make sure someone speaks to thendy in the morning. Tell Alex I need an


    ongoing security detail for the other residents of the building until this issue is resolved.” Shaun nods.


    “Yes Alpha Kane.” Something else Shaun said a minute ago registers in my brain.


    “Other damage? Did whoever it was do something other than throw the rock and break my window?” I


    ask. Shaun nods sympathetically but doesn’t say anything, just nces towards the front door. Aaron


    gestures for me to follow him. Still clutching Bemy’s hand, we head outside and I can see the


    damage. My front door is full of gouges, clearly from ws, and almost every inch of door, wall or


    window is covered in red and ck spray paint with X marks, insults, and general profanity. I read a


    few then force myself to look away. It’s too stressful. Bemy tugs me away and leads me down to his


    waiting car. He opens the door for me and actually buckles me in before dropping my bag in the back


    seat and heading around to the drivers side. The entire drive back to his home he constantly nces


    sideways at me, to the point I am actually concerned that he isn’t watching the road enough. He also


    holds. my hand unless he really has to let go to drive. Well, to drive without smashing into a pole or


    something at least.


    We make it back to Bemy’s ce in what has to be record time. I was so preupied 1 didn’t notice,


    but there is no way he wasn’t speeding. We got here way too fast. Likewise, he hurries me inside,


    grabbing my bag and practically dragging me through the front door. He locks it behind him and checks


    the door. Twice. Only then is he satisfied. He still doesn’t let go of my hand though. We stand there


    awkwardly. I eventually pull away and pick up my bag, if only for something to break the standstill. The


    problem with that is I am just now realising that we didn’t actually discuss sleeping arrangements and I


    have no idea what to do or where


    to go.