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.We arrive at the park about ten minutes later.We head to the restrooms to change into shorts and utilize the lockers to store our stuff.I lean against the building, waiting on Cherry since I’m ready before she is.About a minute later she walks out.I have to take a deep breath to slow the beating of my heart.I study her and her tiny body, wanting to squeeze her tight against me or carry her around and never let her feet touch the ground.I don’t think she knows it, but she is everything to me.I can sense that she is holding back and keeping something from me.I see it in her eyes and in the way her hands tremble.She smiles when she sees me.Her roller blades are slung over her shoulders by the laces.She brought her backpack out with her to carry our shoes, but I’ll wear it.I grab her hand and we walk to the nearest bench.We sit down and pull off our shoes, throwing them into the backpack.I watch her dainty little hands tie her laces, her fingers moving rapidly, pulling them tight and tying a bow.“Ready, big guy?” She stands and cocks her hip, one hand at her waist, giving me her sassy attitude.“I’m ready whenever you are, Baby,” I say, grabbing her hand.I start out slow, keeping our pace steady.I wasn’t sure how good she was, but she can rollerblade, keeping her balance perfectly.We’ve been skating for about an hour, deciding to call it quits when Cherry had to use the restroom.We sit on a bench and pull our rollerblades off, slipping our feet back into our runners.Cherry leaves me on the bench and heads to the bathroom, her tiny hips swaying from side to side.I scroll through my cellphone as I wait on Cherry, becoming concerned when she’s gone too long.I know girls take their time, but damn.Frowning, I stand up and head to the bathrooms, throwing our bag over my shoulders.The women’s bathroom is at the back of the building, so I walk around and see Cherry.Once again there is a man in a hoody holding her tight from behind.“Remember what I said,” he hisses at her, pushing her face into the brick.“Or I’ll come back.”“Hey,” I shout while running in their direction.“Get your fucking hands off of her, pussy.” By the time I reach her he is long gone and she is leaning against the building, her hands beside her face, crying.“Shh,” I whisper while pulling her into my arms.“I’m here and you’re safe now.” I hold her tight to me, running my hand through her hair while murmuring assurances in her ear.She’s trembling, her entire body shaking.I hold her tightly.I’m not sure if her legs are strong enough or capable of holding her weight.I pull her with me till we reach a bench, and I guide her to sit down.I put my arms around her, pulling her tight against my body.“Do you want to talk about it?” I speak softly while rubbing my hand up and down her arm.I’m hoping she’ll open up and talk to me.“There isn’t much to say,” she says quietly.I look at her in question.“This isn’t the first time he’s come at you.” I state firmly.“What is going on?”She sniffles quietly and reaches her hands up to her face, wiping her tears.“Just some guy from my past,” she says softly, “He doesn’t understand the word no.” She’s quiet and won’t look at me, her hands picking at the hem of her shorts.I know she’s lying to me.I don’t know how I’m so sure, a gut feeling I guess.I won’t push her to talk if she isn’t ready, but I need her to know that I’m here for her.“Listen,” I say quietly.“You know you can tell me anything.It won’t change how I feel about you.” I’m firm, but I’m not sure I’m getting through to her, so I reach my hand out and pull her chin up until her eyes meet mine.“Nothing you tell me will ever affect how I feel about you,” I say while looking directly into her eyes.I watch as they well up, filling with tears.Fuck, I hate when she’s hurting.It only hurts me.I watch as she nods at me, and then pull her in tight to my body.We sit like this for a while, until I pull back to look at her.I reach out with my thumbs and rub the wetness off of her face.“Are you ready for some ice cream?” My stomach rumbles.At the sound she breaks out into a mixture between a little giggle and a snort, and she nods her head at me.“Yeah,” she says softly.“I’m ready.”I stand up and pull her up by her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers, rubbing my thumb along her palm [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]