The first time it happened was when he confessed to her. A naive little girl she was, she believed it was love . . . Nothing but sweet romance. It was the first time he had hit her. A mere slap to her cheek but it slap was still a slap. It was painful but a sense of pleasure lingered. That was when he knew she was his.

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He came back to the bench where he had left her but she wasn't there. A panicky feeling rushed in his chest. 


Where as she! Did he get her?! Was she safe? Was she okay? 


Bad thoughts rushed in his mind like a train at 500 kilometers. He never felt so frightened for anyone before. 


Then he remembered from what she had told him, an abandoned church. A feeling of hope flooded his chest and he ran carrying the bags he got for her. 


He headed towards the church in a sprint looking around wildly. 


She could be in danger! Oh shit! What if her water broke?! Would that mean she's at the hospital! Why if some punk took her! 


It angered his but he shook his head pushing away the negative thoughts. 


He stopped panting in front of a gigantic church, it looked abandoned but he wasn't sure. 


He ran in kicking the dusty door open. 


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