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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

it's been said that time heals wounds

Jenna had been in this city for a very short while; a few weeks to be exact. She wasn't sure if she liked it yet, but she could feel like she is safer than she had been in England. She had met a few different people too. Some were nice, some scared the living daylights out of her, and she figured that it would be like this in every new place she went to. Different people came with different dangers, customs, thoughts and prejudices. She just had to see if this community in Manuka would welcome her. It had been terrifying; to come to this city all alone. But it would have been even scarier to stay and Jenna knew that. There was no way that she could have endured another day in the pretense of Lawrence's loving arms, as they had never been loving at all. More like, the illusion had been there when he first called her in for her service. He had been nice, lovely, bought her little gifts, and she didn't think that escaping her life with him would be so bad. No, she thought it would be better than what it had turned out to be, she didn't have anymore bruises, but some of the scars stuck, and not just from Lawrence either.

Truth was, that her profession had been brutal. The woman would forever regret the decision of taking such a job, even if her parents couldn't pay the bills, she had suffered more than she would have if they had just lost the house. However, Jennifer didn't like thinking about her past. It was gone now, and she was here in Manuka, safe, with no reason to worry. Except there was, as she knew Lawrence. Even if he might not have loved her, he would not appreciate his little toy, the woman he had married, to just run away. It would be too humiliating for him, and Jenna knew that it was only a matter of time before he found her. She huffed and ran a hand across her forehead to wipe off the beads of sweat. She had found a job in the bowling alley where she did all the maintenance stuff, and right now she was scrubbing the floors. It was such a small job, but it was enough to keep her tiny flat, enough for the rent. Now she knew how hard it was to maintain a home, she was rather pleased that she didn't have anymore mouths to feed apart from her own one. It would hurt too much if she let anyone else down. The woman huffed lightly as she had finished up the last of the floor, placing the mop in the bucket before pouring the water out and dragging it into the storage cupboard.

Tidying all her work supplies, Jenna looked out of the window and noticed how dark it was. Oh how she disliked the night. It was so easy to hide in all the shadows, and really, she didn't feel like predators stalking her. She was not naive enough to think that all the guys would be after her the moment that she stepped through the doorway, but she could not help fear rising whenever she walked past a dark alley. She usually avoided this evening shift, so that Selma could close up instead of her, but it was only fair that Jennifer did that every once in a while too. Finally she was done, and went to retrieve her coat from the staff locker room. It was a thick thing, and on her black clothes it stood out as it was a little more fancy than something that she would usually wear. But she had taken this coat out of one of Lawrence's wardrobes in his mansion, and even though she wanted no memory of him, this has proves useful many a time when she had to deal with cold weather when on the run. She was sure that he wouldn't miss one garment of clothing, which she appreciated more than he ever could.

Jennifer walked out into the cold of the night, locking the door behind her as she was already on her way down the street. She had a little backpack on her back, which contained some stuff she needed for her work. It was cold. Even though it was spring now, the nights were still freezing, and she pulled her coat tighter around herself. Moving her head, she let her long hair fall over her face so that it would keep some warmth in, and no matter how much she hated her next idea, she knew that walking through the alleyway would get her home quicker.Her footsteps were fast, as she kept up with a quick pace, and as she was about half way down the alleyway she stopped in her tracks. Her head whipped around to see where the noise of a stone being kicked came from. She knew it was close. Her breathing sped up a little, and as she was to turn around, she was startled. Letting out a frightened little scream she jumped back a little bit. The face look familiar. No. It looked like someone he had seen before definitely, no one could forget that scar just under his eye. Jenna's eyes went wide for a second. How was he here? Someone from England? How had he made it to Maunka? She didn't know, but she knew that it has been two years since she had seen his face.

The sneer on that hideous face told her that he recognised her too. In the dark, she had hoped that maybe he would mistaken her just for some woman walking home, and not her. She took a step back as he took a step closer. "Isn't it little Laura? I was disappointed to see that you had left the whorehouse." His words cut deep into Jennifer, as she didn't appreciate being called a whore. And even more so because he called her Laura. She had had to change her name and identity when she came to Manuka, so she was no longer the person that he was referring to. She kept taking more steps back. "I - I d-don't know who Laura is." She hissed out, now panicking, maybe even a little hysterical, as she knew that this guy was one of Lawrence's friends and that he would go back and tell. She would have to run again. "Don't lie to me, no one can forget the face of an expensive fuck hmm?" He grabbed her arm, and she felt a shout of despair escape her lips as her eyes filled with tears because of her panic, she struggled against his death grip, knowing that his fingers would leave bruises on her sensitive arms. "Come on baby, let me have this one fuck for free hm? Whores like you never lose love for their job." She swallowed hard, at a loss of what to do anymore, as she shut her eyes tightly, his lips dangerously close to her neck. "Come on Laura, once a whore always a whore, so just enjoy it." His voice was loud and clear, and she felt herself whimper. No. She wasn't like that, not anymore. The only thing she could feel now, was his grip on her arm, as the pain was filling in her senses.

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

YOU ARE TAKING ME APART

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Though Weston usually welcomed the great of the night, he was heading in early. Now early still was about eleven o’clock, but he had to get home in time to get up properly the next morning. All of his friends knew that every Thursday night, Weston had to leave. It was the same miniature speech every time. One of them said that all Weston had to do was call his work and complain about his leg again. Another one suggested if he was leaving early, he might as well bring company. Then there was always the thought that if he brought home that company, there was no need to work out in the morning anyways. All of this always piling up. After weeks of it, Weston learned to just brush off all the comments and shrug at his buddies. After so long of this, he would think that they knew better. It did give him a sense of pride that they didn’t want their main man leaving the territory, but he had to what he had to do. Discipline was something he had geared into his mind.

The guys played easy fighting for a while before the boys gave up and let him go. It was a bit of a walk to his car (since they originally started somewhere near the bowling alley then heading over to the club to get something to drink) but it didn’t bother him any. Weston knew what could be lurking in the shadows, but he was cocky enough to think they wouldn’t be able to get him. The mermaid wasn’t exactly a species that dominated over the rest. Yet, he survived so much, he thought he could survive just about everything. The hardest things in life weren’t the things followed in the shadows. It was the power that the shadows could do was the only thing intimidating. Though he walked at night so much that these thoughts didn’t even give him a chill up his spine. He simply just looked around with those bright blue eyes of his and watched everything quite carefully.

Though he wasn’t going to use it as an excuse not to go to training the next day, his leg was complaining a little bit. It’s stitches and wrapping were starting to ache as he took a step, but he ignored it. It was more like an annoying mosquito bite that kept coming on him than anything. The memories was the strange thing it brought. Most soldiers were scared for life after what they had seen in the battle fields. Weston was the lucky sole who didn’t have anything too traumatizing in his life. Sure, he saw the ugly parts of battle, but it wasn’t even in comparison to some stories that he had heard from fellow veterans. He considered himself lucky in that sense. He was going to live out his luck with the way he was living. Just going around and having a great time. Nothing was going to stop him from pretending as if nothing else happened. That was the best way to deal with it, he figured. Other tactics included strange things like therapy or some meetings that helped him cope. Weston was coping perfectly well. His white button up shirt (with the top three buttons unbuttoned, hanging loose and giving a more casual look) made the string around his neck pop out. The string was something a young child gave him from across the countries. Weston happened to be the fighter who saved his mother. He never took it off. Memories like that made him realize how fortunate he was. Only a shot in the leg.

He was about a block away from his car. He could see it. The shiny white truck glimmering at the last car in the row. He reached for his keys when he was passing an alleyway and heard some voices. He just glanced over easily and saw a man and a woman and instantly looked away. Wow, how classy. Alleyway? Weston wasn’t the man whore everyone put him out to be. Even if he were, he figured that the alleyway was a pretty cheap place to do it. It wasn’t any of his business though. With a roll of his eyes, he was about to continue on his way and as he passed it, he heard a very delightful shout. That wasn’t normal. He hesitated, looking back and wondering if maybe that was just… the way she did that, but… an uneasy feeling came to his stomach. One thing that war taught him was to follow his animal natural instincts in most cases. It was amazing how many times he was right when he just let his body tell him what was going on. Though it may have been the regular, he was never going to forgive himself if he didn’t at least check. He peeked over the alleyway, real slow and caught the very distressed look of a very distressed woman. With the silence of the night, Weston could hear clearly what she was saying. Just the last phrase of once a whore always a whore. That wasn’t friendly.

The smart thing would have been maybe to call the police before entering the situation, but the guy acted on impulse. He had no time to make a quick call. This was officially his problem. Weston marched up with his muscles tensing at the sick scumbag he just about ignored. Fury was playing in his eyes with his temper rising probably above what it should have been with something as easy as a stranger. His hand reached and gripped the man’s shoulder, thrusting his across the other side of the alleyway. What the fuck? The surprised man spitted out. Weston made a very protective stance between himself and the creep, putting a hand out like he was playing basketball guarding the opposite team. ”Get your filthy paws off this woman. Obviously she’s too classy for scumbags, so just leave her be.” He hissed, noticing the beautiful coat the woman had on. The man didn’t look at the least bit intimidated, and went for him. Weston was prepared for this. It nicked his cheek, but at once came back with a Weston fist planted right on him. ”You have no idea man. This woman- He started with a raging muffled voice, as he was covering his nose. Weston cut him off, not wanting to hear what had happened. ”Shut up.” He looked behind him at the woman, realizing for a moment how beautiful she was. It stunned him for a bit. Those large green eyes striking… regaining himself, he asked, ”Do you want this man?” He asked, showing to the creep that clearly he wasn’t welcomed around here. If she said yes, he was going to be in one hell of a mess, but Weston doubted the look she was giving was out of lust.

NOW THERES ALWAYS TIME

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

it's been said that time heals wounds

She was sure that he was gonna get her. That he would force her to do a deed that she had refused to do with Lawrence since the first time he beat her. The fear in her eyes was obvious, and she flinched every time the word 'whore' escaped his lips, her eyes strained on his ugly scar just beneath his eye. The grip on her arm was so painful, she knew it would bruise, but it felt bone crushing. She knew that there was no point to struggle, that he'd just squeeze harder, and she refused to cry. She refused to let him see her cry, so when the whimper escaped her lips, she shut her eyes tightly and waited for what was coming to her. After all, he was right. Once a whore, always a whore right? She had been in these situations before, where a man thought that he could take advantage of her just because she was a woman. More often than not it was her 'customers' and sometimes they would be brutal. Very few of them treated her like a human being during the times when she did her job, many just forced her down and did what they had to, then left, throwing their filthy money on her.

Jennifer hated remembering her past, it had been something that she wanted to escape, and this man here, he was the reminder of all the awful things that she had gone through. And he had been a part of it too, one of the bad memories that she had moved to Manuka to escape from. But no more pain came, no nothing until he felt the grip on her arm let go and he was on the other side of the alley. She was confused, but she felt tears of relief threaten to spill. She instantly moved back and pressed herself against the wall of the alleyway, the fear in her eyes evident as she saw the new man come into the picture. He was so large, but she knew that it was muscles. He was someone that she would avoid because, even though he was attractive, she didn't give big men the benefit of the doubt, because they were harder to escape once they got her down. But then, the stranger completely shocked her with his words.

”Get your filthy paws off this woman. Obviously she’s too classy for scumbags, so just leave her be.” The woman shrugged even further into herself, her arms around her as if she were cold or something and she just watched, the tears still there but they didn't escape just yet. 'Classy' had never really been a word that she'd been described as before, not in the least, not even by the people that she didn't know. She refused to say anything, just watching in wonder as a complete stranger fought a scumbag from her past away from her. She felt herself gasp as her attacker was now after the stranger, and she wanted to shout out for him to be careful, but her voice was caught in her throat and she really couldn't even get a syllable out. She watched at the scumbag made the stranger bleed, but he had one better and punched him. Jenna felt satisfied with the punch. He deserved it.

Then he was talking, and Jennifer was afraid of what he might say about her, but the fact that the stranger didn't want to hear it made her feel better. Then the attention was on her, as the stranger was looking her, addressing her. That was when the tears spilled, her gaze wide eyed, and she was sure that she looked a right mess, but she eagerly shook her head. What else could she say? "N-No ..." She managed to choke out, the tears rolling down in thick drops down her face, and she locked her eyes onto the strangers. "Please ... I - I just ... I would never want him." She said, her voice was a mess as she said her words, she even wondered if it would make sense to the stranger what she was saying as it barely made any sense to her. She felt herself slide down the wall as she looked away, couldn't bare their gazes anymore, and she hugged her arms around her knees. She looked weak. Pathetic. But her strength had been drained out years ago, and she just hoped that she wouldn't be judged too harshly.

She really didn't know what would happen next, and she didn't want to see. Jenna hid her face, hiding herself in a tight little ball from whatever would happen now. But the fear wasn't all about if there would be a fight, it was more so if the scumbag got away, would he tell Lawrence? That she was in Manuka? Would Lawrence come back for her? Jennifer knew that she had no money to go anywhere else, that she had to work longer to make it up that she could leave for another country. She hated this, she hated to have to run and hide. She just hoped that the stranger would be okay, and she would be forever in his debt for saving her. But at what price? Someone like Jenna especially knew that nothing ever came for free, and she didn't want to feel like she owed him anything. She didn't realise how much her body was shaking, as she pulled even tighter into herself, listening to the two men, feeling as if every wound that she had spent time on healing was being opened up again. She felt like she was a rag doll, and would break apart if even one more little thread was pulled out. What sort of life was this to live?

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

YOU ARE TAKING ME APART

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Anyone that knew Weston could say anything about his temper. That temper was so easily shot that sometimes when he was in a raging mood, it was impossible to make him step out. Very few were able to coax him back down to a normal level of calm. Though he didn’t always lose his temper over everything. Sometimes in order to get his point across in the way he needed to, his voice raised. With high emotion, his voice became a shout of out habit. It was a bad habit, of course, but it was something he didn’t even recognize until he got shouting back. He was a guy that was very much based on volume. So right now in the middle of the alleyway, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was suddenly surrounded for how much noise he potential could have made. His words toward the man had been snappy and harsh. God, he hated men like this. He hated them. He went in piece of shit countries where this was normal.

Weston was too much into his world to realize what state this woman was in at first. His first focus was going to be squarely on the guy that looked like he was going to have to fight with. He was well prepared. His temper was starting to rise like it normally did as he just looked at him. The glance that he gave the woman had only been softer to the fact that he was taken by surprise on how striking those watery eyes were. How beautiful she was. He made sure the arm that was separating them was still there so she could give a proper answer. It was hard to determine what she said, as it was muffled by crying, but he knew that the words ‘no’ came in the very beginning. The rest of it sounded something like never going to ever want him. That was enough of an answer for Weston. Good thing he wasn’t going to look like an idiot between a couple who had secretly been in some twisted manner.

He turned to the man and all the sweet softness that may have been just starting to come out was instantly gone and Weston took the man by the collar of his shirt. He couldn’t quite get the guy all the way off of the ground, but he was close. The guy was on his toes. ”There, you heard her.” The man gritted his teeth and placed his hands on Weston’s wrist and bent it. Weston loosened his grip for a moment and it gave the man just enough time to swing at him. The throw just knicked Weston’s cheek but the punch was backfired once Weston without hesitation struck back. And again. Another punch to the stomach. He didn’t survive in the marines because he had a pretty face. The man grunted and Weston felt the need to repeat, ”Get out of here you piece of shit!” This was in a yell, the alleyway making his voice echo horribly. The man started stumbling, saying something, but Weston yelled at him to get out of there once more, taking a step toward him and watching the guy walk away. Weston wasn’t going to lie. He felt pretty good right about then. It was nice to win the fight.

He stood there heaving a little bit, fists still clenched and feeling his cheek hot and throbbing with the small knick that it put on her. Now there was something else he had to deal with. He couldn’t just leave her there. He turned and found that she was wrapped into this tiny little ball sobbing. Weston was so caught up that he hadn’t taken the chance to look down and realize how broken she looked. Her entire body was shaking and now that he was thinking, he remembered the tears rolling down her eyes. Her arm red and irritated looking. His temper fell, which was very odd. Usually it took several minutes for his temper to fall again, but all it did was take one look at this woman and it was shot. Suddenly he was the protector. Weston enjoyed being the protector, but this was going to be one of the ultimate tests. He wasn’t sure how he was going to deal with this. Crying women wasn’t exactly his specialty. But he wasn’t horrible at it. Slowly, he walked over and bent down to her level, unsure what to do. He took a deep breath and tried to remember what they had told him in the marines when having to deal with people of distress.

His hand rested gently for a moment on her better arm just to get her attention. He did it in a way that if he made it any harsher, she was going to break. For some reason, though he didn’t know her, he just felt his heart lurch at this. Stuff like this was pretty awful, but this was something else. It was as if she got this all the time and it was near her breaking point. Weston assumed for a moment, remembering what the man said, but he put it aside. There was no way something like this happened to her for this long and she didn’t report it. Not in this scenario. ”Hey, he’s gone…” He started with, looking back for a moment to see if his comment was true. The scumbag wasn’t in sight. The first questions that most people asked were ‘are you okay?’ which he thought was the stupidest thing he heard. Of course they weren’t okay!? Would you be okay? It was an annoying question that didn’t even deserve an answer. So he refused to ask that question. Instead, he bite his bottom lip and played with his little string necklace around his neck, ”What’s your name?” He asked, surprised how smooth his own voice was. Just get to her talk normally. He wasn’t sure if Weston was entirely comfortable with the thought of just letting her go even after he coaxed her down. Letting her walk home or where ever she was going to… no. If he was going to protect her and save her, he was going to all the way.

NOW THERES ALWAYS TIME

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

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Jennifer had never liked this kind of weaken being so clear on her face. She had been frightened before, she had been scared to death really, and showing this dangerous emotion was what got her hurt the most. She knew it, yet she still couldn't stop the shivers raking through her body, because she knew that the stranger wouldn't kill the man with the scar. As strong as he was, and what frightened her the most was Lawrence. They were friends! Friends! And she knew that her whereabouts wouldn't be kept a secret for long, and there was just no way that she could get away. Not with the amount of money she had, which was next to nothing, she was stuck here, and now she'd have to watch her every move to see if he was lurking somewhere. To see if he would come and get her. Oh how she hated this, the running, the hiding. It was awful, but there was nothing she could do about it. By now Jenna was trying not to hear what was going on, but it was proving hard to do. The man, the stranger, he seemed to be having the upper hand and it pleased her.

Jenna hated being treated like a whore, especially by people who knew her, and knew that she hadn't had any choice. But then she was an easy target, maybe for easy sex with a price, a grope there, an unwanted touch here. ”Get out of here you piece of shit!” As she heard this, the woman his even more into her own lap, the voice was loud and booming and it scared her a little. The anger coming off of this man, even if it was in her favour. She was just distressed, she knew it, so she tried to calm down. She head scuffling, and then there was nothing. Jenna could pick up a little heavy breathing, and that was the only thing that let her know what the stranger was still there. That he hadn't run off too, and even though he had saved her, she didn't trust him. Not then. Because of what she saw, the anger, the force. Brought back a lot of memories that she would rather forget.

The woman didn't feel the man come closer, so his touch was unwelcome, it was shocking, and her body flinched away from it. She knew that he wouldn't do anything to her, at least she hoped so, after he saved her from that man, her reasoning would be logical. She picked up her head from her arms, swallowing thickly as she tried to calm down further. The tears were no longer so heavy, but she knew that her eyes would be dull, puffy and watery. This was the first chance she got to look at the man too. His features, completely different from his intimidating body, were soft as he looked at her. His eyes a piercing blue, but he did not look like he wanted to hurt her. He looked like he wanted to help her, which was absurd, as no one had ever wanted to help her her in her life. She felt bad for flinching away from him, but Jenna hadn't known. She hadn't known what she would see when she raised her head, but she wasn't expecting what she did see.

”Hey, he’s gone…” As the voice reached her ears, softer than she had expected, Jenna's own eyes flicked to the back of the alleyway to make sure that the guy was really gone. She was sure her face betrayed the relief that he wasn't there, and she bit down on her bottom lip a little uncertainly as she looked back at the male. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around her knees, and her body was still shaking, but the relief was more than evident. ”What’s your name?” She was a little surprised by his question, but relieved that it wasn't too prying. With a question like that, Jenna was safe. For a moment she couldn't speak, as she looked at him, not sure what she was looking for in the least. Swallowing a few more times she tried to relax enough to find her own voice. "Lau-" She stopped herself there. How could she be so foolish? She wasn't Laura anymore. Not here. This person didn't know the whore Laura, he just knew her like this. She had almost messed up, but not quite.

"Jennifer. Jenna. My name is .. Jenna." The words came out quickly, her voice clearer than she thought it would be, but then it was her acting brave. Sure, she had been crying a minute ago, but she hated this vulnerability. She wouldn't let this man have superiority over her, even though she already knew that he did. But the feeling of owing came to her then. He had saved her, what would he want for it? There was a price for everything, Jenna had learned that the hard way, even with a man with an almost innocent, friendly face like his. A gust of wind blew by her then, her body raking in an almost violent shiver at it, from the fear she guessed. She didn't know what this man thought of her, she didn't even know his name, but did it matter? She was probably never going to see him again. "I - I'm sorry you had to deal with that." She said, her words soft, just above a whisper as she looked away from his face. "I'm okay." She lied, looking back at him with a small forced smile, but she was sure the tight gripping of her hands betrayed her. "I should get home."

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

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Anything she was doing wasn’t really being taken offense to Weston. One would think opposite since his rage’o meter was pretty high after having to deal with an ass like that (not to mention his famous temper issue) but this one could be understood. Obviously the woman was in a state where the last thing she probably wanted was Weston gently trying to get her attention. Since he had never really had that experience, it was hard for him to place himself in her shoes. It could have just been very possible to follow out and leave the girl there to get herself together, but he wouldn’t be able to do that. As ‘manly’ as the guy was, his solid heart was made of gold. Leaving her like that would have left him awake for nights, wondering and pondering whatever happened to her. Then there would be the going out to find her and try to discover her. Manuka was a pretty big population. To try to find someone he had only seen in the midst of a dark alley would have been difficult. The only thing she probably would have had to define her at this point was the eyes.

She flinched back from his touch and he retracted his hand to place it close to his body. His leg wasn’t going to allow him to stay crouched for very long, but for now, he needed to at least be level to her. The worst he was going to do was sit on the ground. Cold and probably sticky, but not bad. Weston had learned that whatever condition he may have found himself in, as long as he was on home ground, it was better than what he had been in before. The marines were sort of known for being the toughest of all the United States military positions. Nothing really seemed like a big deal anymore. If anything, it made him look a little brighter on things. Though this wasn’t really probably one of the times he should have brought out something to try to make her smile, though it was tempting. The red eyed woman obviously needed something.

For some odd reason, he felt as if something in his chest hurt when looking at her like that. This wasn’t his first crying woman. Yet, something inside of him was tossing and turning. He wanted to just at least hug this total stranger just an attempt to make her feel a little better. Though that probably wouldn’t even do it the way it should have. Her entire body was like a giant earthquake, only moving purposefully to look at the exit the scumbag did. He glanced back there again as well as a triple check. His eyes planted back on hers, seeing the relief but still freaked out behavior she was showing. Who wouldn’t be freaked out though? Oh, there was no way she was walking by herself back to wherever she lived now. Weston would go and force a police escort on her if he had to (though he wasn’t even sure if that was possible). But to leave her like this…

It looked like she started to say something, then stumbled a little bit. Weston waited with haunting eyes as she spoke up quickly and recovered. Recovered nicely. The words were said as if she made a distinctive effort to remain strong. It took everything to fight an amused smile on his face, as this wasn’t really the appropriate time. Weston knew exactly how fighting to remain calm was. With a very easy nod in acknowledgement, he told her, ”I’m Weston.” There. Jenna was no longer known to his mind as the stranger. Just the woman he was making sure was going to make it home alright. It wasn’t the man he was so worried about now, but her. How was he supposed to predict what something like this did to someone? Especially since everyone had their own different minds and views on it. Being an athletic trainer meant he was required to take phycology, but did he remember any of it? Not so much. A gust of wind came through and it seemed to shake her body more. His frown was obvious as he looked over at her again. Her soft as whisper voice made him lean in a little bit just so he was able to hear her better. The dark and night was so silent, but her voice was so delicate, he felt like he didn’t catch it all.

With a change of expression, he looked at her with a slight of a tilted head. It always baffled him how people thought something like that was really some sort of hardship on him. Weston always enjoyed playing the protector. Even with a woman whose name he just learned. With people he was close with, it was probably this level times about fifty. ”That? Aw, that’s nothing.” He didn’t mean to seem so bipolar to her. Don’t get him wrong. He was still red and fiery from being so angry, but something about her seemed to calm him down. Plus, he was trying to at least make her feel better with something a little more upbeat. Because he was Weston and that was pretty much his homerun swing. As he watched her say she was okay, there was no bone in his body that believed that red face. She acted as if he hadn’t just seen the shaken down beautiful Jenna in front of him. If he hadn’t, he was sure that her body language now was enough to give anything away. The merman wasn’t blind.

Her next phrase made his heart race for some unknown reason. His warm eyes sunk but then looked back up, wondering how to interject this properly. The proposal probably was going to be a bit unorthodox, but whatever it took. ”Do you want me to take you home…. My truck is right around the corner,” His body twisted and finger pointed to the direction of the vehicle he almost got to. ”Or walk. To… wherever you’re going.” He smoothly suggested, trying to not reveal how incredibly worried and serious he was about this. How much he would fight to at least get him to walk her to her car or something. The pulsing beat that was in him was unmistaken. He worried. Weston wasn’t a huge worry wart, but he would be lying if he said he let most things pass by him without a second thought.

NOW THERES ALWAYS TIME

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

it's been said that time heals wounds

For once, Jenna was too tired to be scared of what this man could do to her. He had saved her, so he wouldn't want to do anything bad right? He respected that she didn't want his hands on her, and her eyes locked onto his. Weston. His name was Weston. Such an unusual name, but it was more than that. They were no longer strangers. She knew that she had messes up on the introductions herself, and she wondered if Weston was just taking pity on her? After all, Jenna knew she looked pathetic. With tears streaming down her face, although she was not physically crying anymore, her body couldn't stop shivering, and her eyes were red and watery. The corners of her mouth quirked up a little bit, she didn't want to stay silent. She wanted to compose herself, not to be so helpless. She was tired of being so helpless around men, no matter their intentions. "Weston." She repeated, letting her voice release his name into the silence, she liked how it sounded. "Unusual." She commented lightly, taking a breath to calm herself further, she didn't want to be so distressed. The scarred man was gone, so she could relax because there was no way she could stop him from going back to England. Or even making a phone call.

”That? Aw, that’s nothing.” She had no idea what the expression on her face was then. Maybe baffled? Nothing? Was he serious? It was something to her, he had basically saved her from being used again. This time for free. OF course, Weston couldn't know the extent to which she really was thankful for, and maybe to him it really was nothing. Maybe he did this all the time, saving women that were under attack, but she really did feel thankful. She didn't feel in danger with him around, but in that moment she was too tired to notice anything other than kindness. "It was something to me, and I'm thankful." She said softly, letting her body relax a little bit, making it shake less. "That man ... I know him. He's no good." She said, knowing that Weston probably didn't want to hear it, but she felt like she owed him an explanation for taking up his time and energy in fighting the guy off. Jenna was just really glad that the man hadn't fought back, and that Weston wasn't hurt.

”Do you want me to take you home…. My truck is right around the corner,” Jenna felt her eyes flash a little bit, like they would with a man she didn't trust. But this man had done nothing to tell her that she shouldn't trust him. There was no reason for her to be suspicious of his offer, as he obviously just felt sorry for her, but Jenna didn't say a word for a moment, following his gaze to apparently where his trust was situated, her eyes trying to seek it out but she had no idea what kind of truck she was looking for. But then he was speaking again. ”Or walk. To… wherever you’re going.” Her eyes were still on the spot that he had pointed to, her breaths a little shallow as she was feeling really cold. She didn't know if she should accept or decline, but her mind, it was made up at the thought of the man. Lawrence's friend. What if he was waiting for her around the corner? It was better to let Weston take her home, rather than risk the jackass that she knew would be going to Lawrence at the first opportunity he got.

"I really don't want to trouble you." She spoke, her voice so uncertain, not confident at all. Fragile almost, and looking at the man again, he didn't look threatening to her. Not then, when the expression on his face was so soft, and she was really taken aback at seeing that kind of expression on a man's face. It was something that Jennifer rarely saw, but then again, she had been keeping company that was less than desirable. "But ... I - I'd like that." She nodded, but it seemed like it pained her to accept his help. She was so independent usually, she didn't want to owe him more than she did. The thing was, she didn't understand how he could go from being so angry and aggressive to her her attacker, but so sweet, nice, concerned about her just a few minutes later? She had never seen such a transformation in anyone, but it seemed like a desirable quality. One that she was envious of, just because of all the time that it took her to calm down while he had been perfectly alright, after getting into a fight for her, it was curious but she didn't want to ask in case of offending him.

There was also the thing about her home. It was a home of someone who didn't have money, a run down flat where the wall paper was peeling off, and the walls were crumbling. She wasn't planning on inviting him in or anything, but the outside of it was less than pretty. You could say that she was ashamed of it, because despite her wonderful coat that she had taken from Lawrence's home, that was the only thing of real value that she had. Other than that, she was barely scraping by, and she didn't want anyone seeing that vulnerability. With a sad sigh, Jenna placed her hands on the dirty ground, pushing herself up from it, before wiping her hands against one another to get the little stones from the concrete off. Tilting her head back a little bit, she stood tall, pushing her shoulders back just so she wasn't like the pathetic figure she had been a moment ago. But her hands were still shaking, which she put into her coats' pockets because it was so cold then, in that dark alley, she felt so cold. "It's quite far from here, my place." She spoke again, her voice breaking the silence. It was a few miles off from there, she didn't mind walking to and from work everyday either. She just wanted to get home already, and start another day.

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

YOU ARE TAKING ME APART

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It looked like Jenna was making a very hard effort to calm herself down, especially when repeating his name. Weston had no idea of the thoughts that were going through her head. In many ways, he was the typical guy who didn’t think that way. He just knew that she was about to be taken advantage of and was now saved. It didn’t occur to Weston that she was expecting him to say ‘now in return’. These probably didn’t occur to him because he couldn’t imagine it. Weston was baffled on sometimes how people could be as heartless as to do something like that then ask something of her. There wouldn’t have been anything to ask her of anyways. With the paycheck he got from his job and the leftover of the military money, he bought a pretty decent house with pretty decent things. He shared his home with two very pups and himself. Weston couldn’t ask for much more. He had seen first-hand the conditions in which some people lived in some places.

Honestly, he was surprised at this new talent he seemed to possess when he was around her. When he returned home, he was sure that the only way he would be able to blow off his steam was to punch his pillows a couple of times. That was what he had to do 90 percent of the time. Now that he was with her, it felt like she was a part of this 10 percent of something otherwise. Whatever it was that made him calmer talking to her though the fire was still burning inside, he was thankful for it. It would have been a lot harder to talk to her if he was gritting and grunting with everything he was talking about. He pulled a little on his collar to let some cold air in. Despite the weather outside, he felt himself hot. He was sure that he could blame the fire that was probably literally roasting inside of him. With his personality traits, sometimes he wasn’t surprised if there was some wandering firetamer blood within him.

At first, he was afraid he had said the wrong thing with the facial expression he was getting. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed completely caught off guard. Weston’s attempt to be light hearted may have failed like he thought it might have. However, he found that she was able to speak and didn’t seem angry. Just… soft. As if she still couldn’t believe in something. Yes, it was probably was something more to her, that he got. His eyes watched as she became more relaxed, but still shaking a little bit and trying to re-gain herself. There was no reason to remain looking strong in the eyes of someone like Weston Patton, but he would be a liar to say that he wouldn’t have done the same thing. Again, Weston wasn’t getting the vibe that there was more to this than what he just walked into. That was until she mentioned that he knew him. Now it was Weston’s turn to look confused. Now how in the world could some low life no good dirty rotten piece of shit ever be acquainted with someone like Jenna? How was this even possible? He didn’t know her and he thought that it was odd. ”Him? You know that guy?” He asked, pointing behind him as if there had been another guy in the scene and needed clarification. ”How?” He asked, not being able to contain at least that three lettered word. Though he wanted to ask something a lot longer. Like, ‘how can you even stand to look at the mutt?’

She thought about it. Weston could see she was pondering the option in her mind. It wasn’t exactly the safest thing to ask, but he hadn’t thought about what she thought about him. For all she knew, he could have been just as bad as the guy that vanished. Who would take advantage of the shaken up woman as soon as he got the chance. Of course he wasn’t like that, but he could see where the thinking came from. It was a big trusting ask to be asking a stranger, but he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t want to leave her like this. That would have been like bandaging up a dog with a broken leg, but then leaving it on the corner to fend for itself once more when it was having troubles before. Weston was at least determined to get an answer. When she started to speak, his breath got a little lighter as if he wasn’t going to hear what she was going to say about it. She didn’t seem certain about her choice at all. Yet, it seemed like the best to her at the time. Jenna seemed more open to it when he mentioned walking… it would probably be good for his leg anyhow. Walking would have been better than taking a truck. It just seemed much more closed in and vulnerable if she was worried about anything.

She dusted herself off before Weston got the chance to help her up. He was still crouching when she pulled herself all the way up. Gritting his teeth in pain, feeling the sharp unmistakable bite from his leg, he stood up slowly. Thank god for pain pills when he returned to his home. He watched her regain her posture, appearing confident and cool, though he swore he could see her coat vibrating. He would have given her a coat, but he was not only coatless, but if he did, it would have probably been useless over the fur coat she had on. He started walking out of the alleyway and she peeped that it was pretty far from the place they were heading. Weston just automatically assumed that it was going to be on the better part of town. ”Good, it’ll help my leg.” He told her with the same attempt to lighten up the darkness of the alleyway. He stuck close to her but not quite in contact. His leg groaned at him, but he ignored it. He had been through worse than just a little nagging old bite. ”Which way are we heading?” He asked, placing his hands by his sides and standing at the exit of the deserted alleyway. The night lights were brining an eerie loom on the empty streets, but Weston was just glad they were empty. Not some idiot standing thinking that he wanted more.

NOW THERES ALWAYS TIME

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

it's been said that time heals wounds

The more time that Weston crouched beside her, the less she thought that he was dangerous to her. She couldn't right out say that 'he wasn't like the other guys' because she simply did not know him, but the concern on his face seemed so genuine, like he truly wanted to help her. That made her hear swell a little bit, because he was the fist person, since she was fifteen, to genuinely want to help her. Even if it was in something as small as this, no one ever would save her form a guy like that, let alone bother with her afterwards. So what made him stay? She was starting to think that maybe it wasn't that he wanted something, because, why be nice when he could just take whatever he wanted? Jenna didn't have much, even though that wasn't quite evident from the first glance, but maybe, just maybe, he actually cared about this stranger. It was almost unfathomable to her though, she wasn't used to this. To soft tones asking her her name, brushing off a heroic act in an attempt at humour. She guessed that if there was such bad around her, there must be good too right? And that was what Weston was. He was good. Or so she assumed, which was why the feeling of dread wasn't there anymore as it had been before.

She bit down on her bottom lip when he sounded so incredulous that she knew that guy. Maybe she shouldn't have said it, because she really did not want to elaborate, but she had felt so awful that he had felt the need to interfere. However, Jenna really didn't think she'd see this stranger again after this night; it would seem absurd for her to think that just because he took the effort to help her that he would want her around. She didn't want to be more of a burden. Jenna nodded, her eyes down cast, not wanting to look at him in case she lost it again because the scarred man ... Well, he would ruin her surely. She would never tell Weston how she really knew him, that she had had 'intimate' relations with him, well, if you could call what she did intimate. More like pain and force. "I couldn't really pick and choose the people I met." She shut her lips lightly, clearly not elaborating on it, trying to hide the past that she didn't want out in the open because it was simply shameful. To her anyway, she was ashamed of what she had done all the years, and Manuka was meant to be her escape. From England, from Lawrence. It was proving harder than she thought though.

Jenna hadn't been looking in the direction of the male when he got up, so she missed his pained expression, but when he started walking towards the end of the alleyway, she could see a limp in his leg. She followed after him, hugging her arms close to her, letting her hair fall over her face to hide it just a little. When he mentioned his leg, however, the curiosity got the better of her. "What ... happened to it?" Her voice was so quiet, as if she was uncertain that she should be asking him. After all, she didn't want him asking her questions, so why should she be rewarded with a different courtesy? "Sorry, it's not my place to pry." She said, her eyes glued to her feet as she walked next to him, automatically turning the way that she would have gone of the man from England hadn't been in the alleyway. "To the left." She said, which it was true, it was to the way of the main town, but where Jenna lived was far from the big mansions and apartments that most of this city seemed to live in. Hers was a little, run down flat that she could barely afford.

Jenna felt bad about Weston's leg though, peering up at him slightly, she voiced her concern. "Should you walk on your leg? We could take the truck .." She fell silent for a moment, rethinking her words, "Or I can just walk myself home, it's no trouble." She didn't want to cause him more discomfort, she had already wasted enough of Weston's time. However, she could see a kind of determination on the mans face, and she knew that he'd insist on walking her. Looking around her, Jenna didn't feel scare anymore. She had never really been scared of the dark, or anything that lurked in the shadows, because even though there were strong men around that might want to hurt her, they never had. Not until that night. That's not taking in the fact that she had been sent to such men, but the ones in the street corners and alleys never really did that kind of stuff, not to her, not until that night. So the soft orange glow from the street lights was comforting, and she was feeling better now. She didn't know why really, maybe it was Weston's presence that reassured her.

He was a big guy, but in a fit and muscly sense, and Jenna wondered about him a little. She didn't know if she should ask any questions, but this man was intriguing her. She wondered what his story was. Did he have a wife and kids at home? He looked in his mid twenties surely? He was attractive too, Jenna wouldn't put it past him to have a family. Would explain why he was so empathetic to her cause, maybe he figured that if something like that happened to his wife he would want someone to help her. However, she didn't know if these assumptions made her feel better. She always seemed to feel better when she knew that a man was taken; and most of them were loyal, and if anyone was, Weston would be loyal. Walking forward a little bit, she evened out her breathing, letting her heart rate become more regular. Jenna cleared her throat, avoiding his gaze. "Do I ... well ... most people help other people because they ... want something." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and that was clearly her asking him if he had any ulterior motives, she just wanted to get that over and done with, to figure out where she stood with the man. She didn't like owing people, she knew more than anyone that nothing came of it, so she couldn't assume anything about this man. It wouldn't be right.

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

YOU ARE TAKING ME APART

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Weston tried his very hardest to be the golden shinny all American hero who was perfect in every way of the American dream. The military man who was always willing to help anyone, not bad with the ladies, had a lot of friends, and shinned with complete perfection. Obviously he hadn’t reached that point, but god how he tried to. His temper was a big thing that was in the way of that dream. Not to mention that even if his personality fit, he was still a merman. A creature that wasn’t exactly all bold all man kind of creature. Even if he had been any other supernatural series, he supposed the only one that would have been able to fit him would be the human. Sometimes he wished that he were human so everything didn’t have to be more difficult, but living in the water was also quite delightful. He didn’t get the chance very often considering he was supposed to be a guy afraid of the water. It seemed that his dream was farther away than he would have hoped.

A dream that was still in his mind, however, as he did most of the things in life. Plus, there was something about being the hero, even now, that made him warm up inside. Though the warmth could have also been the anger still lingering harshly under the surface. His muscles still tense from the miniature fight they had before he went away. He should have reported him to the cops or something, but he was sure there would be ‘technically he didn’t do anything’ or bullshit like that even though if Weston hadn’t stepped in, surely something would have happened. Was he just supposed to watch and wait till something happened? No. It was terrible land of lawyers. She seemed hesitant to answer his question, as if it was going to reveal something secret and deep within her. Weston had a little bit of a hard time not carrying on a conversation like that. Any question on his mind had to be said so there wasn’t a lot of silence. Silence was too loud for him. Too deep. It was something he’d rather block out with words.

He supposed what she said was true. Still, it was hard to imagine that the pair would even be in a similar situation as that. Weston was assuming quite a bit (a habit of his) and if he knew that she wasn’t as wealthy as she looked, he might have guessed they knew each other in unwelcomed circumstances. Usually people that lived in wealthier environments had the luxury of protecting themselves with someone among those people. It was a shame, but it was an observation that no one could really ignore. ”I guess… he doesn’t know where you live, does he?” He asked, suddenly starting to think out loud. That probably should have kept to himself. That little fact occurred to him after he said it out loud, in case she hadn’t thought of that. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her in case it hadn’t occurred to her. Yeah, good job Weston.

Despite the situation they were both in, Weston ended up laughing a little bit, smiling at the way she seemed so scared to ask questions like that. He didn’t mean to. It was a little ironic that she asked as if it were a secret but the truth was, Weston was proud. If he could, he would have told everyone he met, but it was a little strange having someone go ‘hey, I’m Weston. See this leg? I was shot’ every time he met someone. Instead he figured he would be quiet about it, but if anyone were to ask, he would be more than glad to enlighten them. So for Jenna to say something like that… she couldn’t have said anything more perfect to Weston at that moment. ”Oh you’re perfectly fine.” He told her with more of a joyous voice, more so than they had exchanged that night, also glad for some of the ease, ”It was shot in combat couple of years ago. Every once in a while it acts up, but it’ll be better tomorrow.” He told her, remembering the days on crutches. Those things were damn annoying.

The left? Weston actually had put his foot out to the right, as that was the upper state. Oh… Weston turned back around, noticing that they were heading farther into the old town and there was pretty much nothing past that. He never would have guessed that. Some things were making sense now. Some. Weston didn’t have particularly a lot of questions in his head, but some things were clicking that he really only assumed before. But it wasn’t his place to say anything. He walked with her for a little bit, seeing how close she held onto herself. As if she was going to fall into several pieces if she let go. The urge to put an arm over her came to him, so he moved away so there wouldn’t be temptations. By her comment, he shook his head lightly. Even if he had to crawl there, Weston had too much pride to saw he needed a break. ”Naw, you can’t bring me down that easy.” He told her with a small half smile, ”You really don’t need to worry. It’s no trouble for me either.” He continued on, trying to reassure her.

Weston turned his head to look at her with a look of confusion. Want something? It didn’t take too long for him to connect one thing to another. She thought he was doing this for a reason. That he was going to get something out of this. The thought baffled him and his heart sank a little bit. In what world would she be in to have that even cross her mind? With another gentle soothing voice (the same he had used before) he told her easily, ”I don’t want anything… “ Then something popped into his mind, ”Actually… one thing… could you promise me that you won’t be taking the alley route home from work anymore? A guy like me may not be there next time.” This wasn’t a part of his plan, and he was sure she was smart enough not to do it again, but every once in a while he dealt with one dumb enough to do the same mistake twice. At least this way, she’d at least have it in her mind. His head throbbed at the thought of him not being able to be there again. For a total stranger. Now this- was new.

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

it's been said that time heals wounds

When she was little, Jenna used to love fairytales. She used to love the concept of a ‘happily ever after’, of the hero saving a damsel in distress, as they ran over into the horizon and loved each other from the first moment they set eyes on one another. However, as she grew older, she realised that that concept wasn’t quite like it, that not every couple was like that, because the way that her parents struggled even after marriage was not the result of a happily ever after. That was when he stepped in. Jennifer did not regret trying to help them, but more so the way that she thought she could help. Her eyes darted to her own ‘hero’ of sorts, and she realised what a silly term it was. Yes, he had saved her, but she didn’t expect to be seeing him after tonight, even if she was grateful. She was sure that he’ll be glad to be done with the likes of her. After all, he had seen her at a low. Albeit, not her worst, she had been worse as awful as that was to remember, Jenna really didn’t think he wanted to deal with that more than he had to. But Weston was nice enough to walk her home, to be concerned about the guy who had been after her; she honestly did not think that there was anything more to it than him doing a good deed for a woman who wasn’t capable to take care of herself.

She glanced at him curiously as his words broke the silence. It hadn’t been uncomfortable, but Jenna just wasn’t a person who liked to babble to fill a silence. She frowned a little bit, thinking about the scarred man from her past. The woman couldn’t quite remember his name either, she just knew that he had been one of the more abusive clients, as well as friends with Lawrence. Jenna sighed, biting her lip. “Um … I don’t think so.” She admitted, nodding, “I haven’t seen him in Manuka before.” And she hadn’t seen anyone else she had known. But who knew how many people decided to take a detour to this little town in the middle of nowhere. Jenna knew she shouldn’t over think things so much that just because the man was here didn’t mean that other people from her past would be too. She frowned a little bit as the male laughed at her next question, she could see it wasn’t meant to be offensive, but she was confused as to what she had said that was so humorous. But Jenna had to admit that she liked his laugh, it broke the tension a little bit, and brought a smile onto her face. She liked that he could make her smile, even if by that really small action. She listened to his words carefully, her eyes full of curiosity as he spoke.

Combat? She tilted her head. So he was a military man, interesting. He seemed like the type actually, the guy with short hair and muscles that came from everyday training. “You were in the military?” She didn’t know why her voice sounded so surprised, but her green eyes stayed on his face, looking over his features, as if analysing them and scrutinising them. However, then she comprehended the first part of his sentence. Shot. Her eyes were all wide, as she sucked in a breath. “Shot? Is … that why you’re not there anymore?” She asked, but then again, that was her assuming. Maybe he was going back in a few months or weeks, but she figured that his injury would make his time there painful, and for some reason, she really didn’t want to see this man in pain, possibly because he was so nice and caring to her. Jennifer didn’t know what it was about him that made her ask so many questions, but he seemed very interesting. A generally happy person and she could tell that it was pretty much the opposite from herself. It was like a breath of fresh air, someone who seemed so carefree, while she lived in a dark part of her mind that was haunted by her past. She knew she should let it go, but eleven years of the same thing day in and day out was hard to forget, especially when it was so fresh in her mind.

Jennifer had certainly noticed him starting to go to the right. She bit her lip. That was the rich part of town, and she was aware that this wasn’t the first time that someone thought she lived in the rich part of town. They were always shocked when they found out where she actually lived, in a flat only big enough for one, cheap. She tried to keep it as clean and homey as she could, it was the best she could do right then, since she hadn’t taken any of Lawrence’s money when she left, and he had taken hers when they got married. She shivered a little bit at the thought of her ‘husband’, who had seemed like her saviour from her life of prostitution, but in the end turned out to be worse by beating her. That was also a reapproving factor of no fairytale endings; she was saved by a man who made her life almost as bad. However, a genuine grin graced her features as Weston said he wasn’t so easily brought down, an amused chuckle ringing in the air. “I can see that, you seem to wear it proudly.” She smiled at him, glancing up at his face since he was much taller. Jenna knew that she would never wear any of her scars and injuries proudly; there was nothing to be proud of. She was lucky, that there were no broken bones, just some scars that she could hide under her clothes as her clients were told ‘not to damage her body too bad’ since she would be needed for other clients later.

“Alright,” She nodded, when he reassured her that it was no trouble for him. She really felt safer with him, at least for now. Even if she didn’t know how she would feel later. When he looked at her with a confused look, she instantly averted her own eyes to the ground, looking inferior as well as feeling it. It was a habit, with men around, because she was so much weaker than them. She didn’t know why the man was confused though, she question was clear enough. When he said that he didn’t want anything, it was her turn to be confused as she looked him in the eyes, but then he started to say that he did want something and she bit on her lip, holding her breath to see what it was. After he spoke however, all she could do was look at him, carrying on with her even pace of walking. “I … I can do that.” She seriously hadn’t considered not taking the route again, because being tired after work she really didn’t fancy walking all the way around the alleyway when she had a short cut. However, his words and his look sounded and looked genuine, it put her at peace as she carried on walking by his side, not too fast, not too quick. “Thank you, Weston, really.” She said meaningfully, glancing at him and sighing softly. “If you don’t mind me asking …” Again with the questions, but Jenna couldn’t resist herself, and she really wanted to talk to him, “Did you have to be anywhere tonight? Before you … ah … stepped in to help me?” She asked, wanting to make sure that he didn’t have anyone to meet and would be instead wasting his time with her. About three streets over, she turned them both left, but there was still a bit of a way left to go to her house.

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The fire in his stomach seemed like it was finally starting to settle down. It came a lot easier while talking to her, but it had still been bubbling inside- threating to burst at any moment. Now it was finally to a point of stability. Sure, if the creep came around the corner once again, Weston was sure it was to come back up and attack, but for now, it was back in its slumber. This beast inside him was the best of him. Usually controlling it was the hardest thing in the world. He had no idea why it was easier around this woman, but he was sure glad for it. Weston, as she saw, wasn’t exactly the prettiest sight when he was angry. He tended to yell loudly and not think very straight. The yelling loudly part actually came with any emotions he happened to be feeling. With the time spent in the military, it was very common to be loud and yell back at the commander in a manner of respect. Some habits hard to get were even harder to get rid of.

The don’t think so didn’t really make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. In fact, it made his stomach turn a little bit. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. ‘Oh yes, I know for a fact that the man had no idea where I live’. Even that, he probably wouldn’t have believed. At least she was mostly confident about not knowing. Still, this was going to keep him up. He didn’t say any of this, of course. So far, she had seemed like the type of woman who didn’t want to burden anybody with her problems. Which he supposed was good, but to never want to place a burden on anybody all the time made someone feel very alone. One thing he did learn was how much teamwork was important. If you had a burden, it was your and your teammate’s job to carry it on everyone’s shoulders. There was no individual man. There was a team that moved and flowed together in the battlefield. He thought that way with life. Otherwise- it was hard to tackle anything alone.

He did listen to her words carefully though. In Manuka. As in she had known him from another place. That made him feel a little better about the living situation. He hoped whoever it was got the hell out of Manuka. If this dude thought he could walk into a place like this to attack women, he was wrong. One day, he was going to run into a seducing vampire or something and get himself killed. Huh, maybe that wouldn’t have been such a bad fate for him. It still made Weston nervous. No amount of words would change that. He didn’t say anything else. Thinking of that guy probably wasn’t really the most pleasant thing that could have been on her mind, so he didn’t want to continue bringing him up. Weston would have to try to do his own research when he returned home from work the next day. He’d do it tonight, but it looked like with the schedule he would have, he was going to crash as soon as he got home.

Jenna seemed surprised that he was in the military from how she said it. Yeah, he seemed too laid back to be in the military, he knew. Most solider came home scarred for life and didn’t want to do anything that would waste time. He took the complete opposite route and saw that life was short and so he had to live it the way he did. He wondered if he would have had the same life if his wife hadn’t been with someone else while he was away. At this time, he would probably have his first kid. Maybe second. A family was a part of the American dream he had, but that one was a little more out of reach than he wanted to. He never found a woman he was interested in that way. Seems that his one and only soul mate didn’t think the same way about him. He pushed those thoughts at the back of his mind, wondering why they came about in his mind (as they didn’t very often) and thought about her question instead. As soon as he mentioned the word shot, her eyes went wide and she looked terrified that something like that would happen. As far as Weston saw it- at least he was alive and still under the records as human. Would have been quite the deal if his best friend had ratted him out as a merman. The reason he came back wasn’t because he was shot, but that’s the excuse that he used. It seemed more honorable. ”Yeah, they gave me an honorable discharge. Then I went on to be a physical trainer. Ironic right?” He asked, considering he had to go to physical therapy for years for his leg. Sometimes, he still had to make a couple of appointments when pain pills weren’t enough. ”Hey, could be worst though right?” He asked her. One of the most common action was to feel sorry for him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want people sorry for him. He just wanted to let them know there was no reason to.

She seemed to see the pride that was bursting from him. Oh yes, he wore it like it had been a medal of honor. There was just that feeling he got when someone said for the military to stand up to be recognized at social events. Where he usually hung out, it was less popular to do that, but there was a sort of sense with it. Not to mention that it was common for a lady to love the man in uniform. He wasn’t sure where that started, but man, as soon as he mentioned the military, it seemed the eyes of someone would shine brightly. Looking at Jenna, he saw that she seemed amused by it. In fact, what he saw was a type of smile was on her face. It was a cute little grin. It seemed to light up the face that was still a little red from earlier. She even added a small type of laugh along with it. The smile made him smile back at her, almost getting transfixed in it as he looked. Almost forgot what she said. That was unusual. ”Uh, yeah.” He told her, trying to get his mind back on track. ”I mean, it’s an honor. I should have served longer though.” Where did that come from? Weston didn’t make any difference in his facials but inside he was turning a little bit. That wasn’t something he said out loud. To anyone. He didn’t want to worry about it too much. It seemed they were just making pleasant conversation, so it shouldn’t have been a big deal.

Weston couldn’t imagine her being offended and say no to his request, but he still waited with a deep breath. He wasn’t the most patient of people. Every little itty bitty second felt like ten in his mind as he waited for her to answer. Obviously the guy wasn’t going to save her from everything. That would have meant seeing someone he had just met that night twenty-four hours a day. Yet, he felt that would give her some good odds. Not to mention now he figured out she lived in a little bit of a sketchy area. Where ever she walked she was going to have to watch for herself. He didn’t know why he was so worried. It was just something deep inside of him. She said he could and the breath of air came rushing out of him at once, glad to hear it. Then she continued on with thanking him and he made a half smile, ”Really, it’s my pleasure.” He would have rather done it than someone else- really. At her continuing question, he leaned sideways a little bit, as if he wouldn’t be able to catch what he said while instead he was just signaling she could ask away. The question of hers had been unexpected. She probably thought she was keeping him from something. ”Ah, no, I was on my way home. I’ve got two pups-“ Even though they were puppies anymore, he still called them pups, ”that can entertain each other while I’m gone. So I’m pretty good after that.” He told her. He followed her small directions without another word before he felt the need to break the silence again. It wasn’t as if it were an awkward silence or anything. Weston just didn’t like it. ”Where were you coming back from so late at night?” With her jacket, it could have been a casual date (and with her looks he wouldn’t doubt it) but it didn’t add up with her being alone. Walking the girl home especially when it seemed the girl didn’t have a car was one of the unwritten rules. Perhaps it hadn’t gone well. Now he was starting to analyze it, and he felt himself having to physically think about stopping his thoughts. Wow, his mind was really wild tonight.

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

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Jenna was feeling a little bit weird, because Weston was making her feel at ease. Even as she walked down the dark, mostly unlit streets with him to the not so good part of town where she lived, she didn't feel the utter feeling of fear, of panic like she would with most men who looked like him. By look like him she didn't mean extremely handsome, no she meant muscled with a large physique. When she had been 'working' they were usually the ones who used all the strength they had. The ones who made her hurt the most, so usually she was so so wary of them. But the only anger that Weston had shown that evening was not even aimed at her, but more for protecting her. With the limp, and the easy going way that he seemed to present himself, Jennifer really did feel more at ease than she had with a man in her presence for a long time. However, she wasn't easily trusting, she didn't want to make judgements about the male because she didn't know him well enough, and only time will tell what will happen, what he's really like, because now she could only speculate. But she was sure that he could see the physical change in her, her face was no longer red, and she was no longer shaking, if only she looked a little bit sad and defeated. She was better, and it was strange.

The man next to her also seemed to interest her. He was speaking about his time in the army, and it was obvious how proud he was. She admired that. Doing something so great for yourself and for your country, so few people could say that today. She smiled a little bit at his words. She kept finding out so many things about him, and it wasn't like he was hiding them. He was a talker, and that was even better for Jenna because she wasn't. Not until she could freely speak and had something useful to say. She laughed softly at his words, and shook her head, feeling a gust of wind hit her face which she enjoyed. "No, not at all. I think you just miss it." She told him, of course, it was her assuming and she was saying this out of place, but she couldn't help but assume that Weston enjoyed being a soldier. From the way he wore his gunshot wound proudly, to the way he spoke about it like it was a shame that he had to leave. Jenna found herself fascinated with this, since this was nothing like what she had expected a person who had been serving for their country to be like. Shouldn't they have been scarred for life? But Weston seemed to be different in many aspects, he wasn't like the other men she knew. Far from it, from what she was seeing of him right now.

"Yes, it could always be worse." She agreed, and that applied to her own situation too, because even though her life had been basically ruined, it could be worse. She could be dead, or still be with Lawrence. She shivered a little bit at the thought of her husband. She did not want to go back to him, ever. She would rather be dead than live any longer with the scumbag, she really would. Jenna shifted a little bit under his look, but she didn't find it dangerous to her, so she just let him have a moment, tilting her head curiously and then nodded. She had figured as much, he really did miss it. It was as if it was written all over his face. "Not many men can say that they served their country, you should stay proud of the time you did serve." She assured hi, her voice soft, but it seemed quite loud in the night and the empty streets, and she meant it. Even if he missed it, he had done such an amazing thing that would need to be admired, and she felt the honesty about it pour out of him. The usually skeptical Jenna wasn't so skeptical with Weston, because she truly believed that his words weren't anything less than truthful, and the pride in his face wasn't anything less than genuine.

However, Jenna was a little bit confused as to why he cared so much. To what happened to her? A complete stranger? It could be empathy, but the things that he was asking her, to take another route home from work and such, it was something that no one had really done for her before. No one had really cared enough, and he was a stranger. That was mostly what blew her mind, that he was so willing to make sure that she would be alright after tonight. She sighed and nodded when he said it was his pleasure, not wanting to keep repeating herself on the subject of him helping her, but the gratitude only swelled in her chest because she came to Manuka to escape. Escape from people like the man with the scarred face, and she knew that he would have had this 'whore' against the wall of the alleyway. They were all such sleazes, every singe person that she was forced to sleep with because she needed the money, she had needed to help her parents. She knew that if Weston hadn't come along, she would be a broken mess right now, on the alleyway floor, probably beaten up like many times before. She bit her lips a little bit, not wanting to think of this because it made her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach, remembering the past. She didn't want the pain to show up on her face, so she took in a deep breath and pasted a smile onto her features.

Jenna's eyes perked up a little bit at the mention of 'pups who could entertain themselves'. She was very much an animal lover, she loved dogs, and cats and animals of any sorts. But she couldn't have any animals in the run down little flat that she lived in, so she often felt lonely. Animals were amazing listeners, and friends. "You have dogs? I love animals." She smiled a little bit, a genuine smile at the thought of Weston with the animals. "Did you get them after you got out of the military?" Again, with the assumptions, but she figured it wasn't really a prying question so she could ask it, and if she was wrong he could always fix it for her. When he inquired about what she was doing that night, she didn't feel like he was prying like she would a lot of the time with other people. She just shrugged, and fiddled with the sleeves of her jacket, it fit her, but they were just a tiny bit long. "I was coming home from work. Nothing glamorous." She took a few more turns, the familiarity of this walk now like a routine for her, she could walk it with her eyes closed. She didn't really want to be admitting where she worked, mostly because it was embarrassing, but really it was better than admitting what she had done for money in the past. However, she was sure that he could figure out that it was nothing amazing when they came to her small flat, since if she had a good salary she could get a better place, but that was not the case.

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

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It was true- Weston liked to talk. He had much to share to people in a certain amount of time, but it wasn’t as if he shared every single little thing on his mind. Yet, that’s what he felt like he could do with her. Just talk and ramble with her listening with actual interest. It was strange. The only language he was supposed to speak was flirt and joke. That was his job as the man who liked to be the center of attention and the leader of the pack. He did have the high quality leader quality in him that so many were lacking. Because of that role, while he wanted to play a certain part, he felt he wasn’t the worst example out there. Obviously the typical jock like Weston was had a certain image to them all the time. Anything below that and they couldn’t really be considered a sporty guy. His personality showed that of a leader, but sometimes his choices were merely something because his friends were doing it. No matter how much Weston told him over and over- that was far from leader qualities.

He wasn’t the perfect man, but he figured that he was pretty damn close. All this woman was doing was boosting himself up. But differently. Most of his little compliments were because of the flirting he seemed to let flow out of his mouth so easily and smoothly. She was talking that the weird slip that came from his mouth was anything but accurate. Her words even surprised him. Got him thinking a little bit. Did he miss it? He supposed there were some things that he missed being in the team and fighting for something that was worth fighting for instead of trying to encourage someone to do what they need. Not that he minded being a trainer. Being a trainer was quite rewarding when he had the ones that were very determined to do what they were supposed to. It was almost being like a teacher. Just, minus the kids. Still, there was a little more rewarding feeling for something so much smaller when in war. Yet, it had been hard. That part he didn’t miss. ”Well…” He said with a slight shrug, as if he wasn’t sure what to finish with, ”Some parts of it. Can’t say I wasn’t thrilled to be home.” It was the real reason that bugged him probably the most. Mermen not allowed on the military wasn’t an official rule, but only for the fact humans didn’t know they existed.

Oh, he was extremely proud. He thought he was spurting nothing but pride and hope except for the little phrase that rambled out of his mouth. That was it. For someone else to tell him he should be proud just make his insides turn excited. It was as if he wasn’t alone in seeing that himself. Sure, it was a little more of a selfish gesture, but no one could really blame him for that much. To be highly looked on with what he thought with first impressions was a sophisticated beautiful woman (who for some reason lived in the shittest part of town- only worrying him) was warming. Inviting. Oh yeah, first impressions, he liked her. She was probably a little easier on him than she might have been just because of what happened in the alleyway. Weston didn’t even want to think of what may have happened if he hadn’t walked by. It would just make him angry all over again. To think dickheads were out there that… thought it was okay? Who went through their heads to think ‘gee, she’ll be fine with this?’ People could be great, but other times they could be real pricks. ”Why thank you. I try my best.” He told her, lighting his voice because she had told him in such a soft easy tone.

Jenna probably had no idea how much it made Weston excited she was an animal person. Honestly, Weston didn’t’ like talking about his pups to anyone because it showed how much of a softie he was. He really brought it out when he was with those dogs. He teased that he was just tired of running alone so he just adopted two dogs, but if it weren’t for trying to hide himself, he would have been a very hardcore animal protector. Yes, he even had a shirt somewhere at the bottom of his closet that said ‘ADOPT FROM ANIMAL SHELTERS STOP PUPPY MILLS’. He got it from his mother- who knew his weaknesses. He had yet to wear it. For the same reason that he didn’t really like to talk to his dogs. But she seemed to absolutely adore the fact he did and it made him beam. He really did like talking about his pups. Just… the next question was a little more taking than she probably guessed. Right after? No. He was dealing with such a heartbreak and divorce. Soldier coming home to a cheating wife made it possible for the court to see Weston got to keep everything that was pretty much his to begin with. If he fought, he might have gotten hers, but there was nothing he wanted left behind.

Still, he brought out a soft smile instead of what he was thinking, ”No, I got them about six months ago. Boxer and Aussie. You should see them sometime.” It slipped out of his mouth before he was able to grab it from escaping. Oh oops, what the hell did he just say? He said it as if they were old time friends and she was coming over for freaking lunch the next day. Weston thought quickly to try to cover up what could have been the stupidest thing he said all night considering the woman probably just wanted to get home and get on with her life instead of pal around with Weston, ”You know, if we were ever to meet up again.” Weston said very casually, as if he had just told her he was going to go grocery shopping tomorrow. His heart thudded. He wasn’t sure why it made him so nervous to say those kind of things, but it was maybe going to scare her off. Then she’d tell him she could walk the rest of her way home and he would be worrying about her. It was going to be bad enough to just leave her at this place. Who knew what that asshole was planning.

He walked along side of her, taking the right turns and finding that he was getting to part of the hood. Where the graffiti was all over the walls and there were some lighted alleyways where a couple of people stood in a huddle. Weston didn’t act like he was paying much attention to his surroundings, but the solider was looking right and left whenever he got the chance. Man, how often did she make this trip? It was awful. Poor woman. Weston was also paying attention to where he walked, considering he was going to have to find his way back to the truck. Her response surprised him. ”So… you do this every night?” He asked, perching his eyebrow and wondering how the hell something didn’t happen to her sooner. Or maybe it did… his heart sunk. Stranger or not, he couldn’t even bare to think of Jenna in that kind of position before. With no one to save her. Weston was a very compassionate man. Others in that situation bothered him. It was even worse when it was people he truly cared about. He knew some like that. The stories were bad. Could be worse, but still bad. Shivers went up his body as he looked forward into the night, feeling his leg start to become a little better with the walking.

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[JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD]

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Jenna thought a little bit sadly about Weston’s words; ‘home’. She hasn’t felt at home in such a long time that she was starting to forget the feeling. Of safety, protection, her dad tucking her in at the age of fourteen, telling her that he loved her and that everything would be okay. And she had never doubted him, since his bright green eyes were so sure of it, it made her sure too. Little did she know that finding envelopes hidden in a drawer would make the belief shatter. It has been eleven years since she wanted to help her mum and dad, since she got tricked into her ‘job’. And now, she hasn’t seen her parents in years, she married a man who seemed nice at first, but then got the drink out, and his fist. And then she had ran, not being able to take the pain anymore. Marriage was supposed to be about love, she was supposed to feel loved and protected, and she had never felt that with Lawrence. Not ever. She wondered what would this stranger think about her life, if he knew the real Jenna, and not just the woman who was going to get advantage taken of her in an alleyway? But she sighed away her resentment at her life, she was there now, she was in a better place. Or well, better in the long run. “I’m glad; home is all a person needs.” She smiled a little sadly, but she was glad that Weston had a home to go back to, probably a wife and kids, he did seem like a kids type kind of man, she wished him all the happiness, she really did. Any thought of home on her part would be wishful thinking.

Jenna was curious as to why she was not scared to be walking with Weston, why she wasn’t intimidated. But he was revealing so much about himself and to a complete stranger no less. Did he find it easy? She didn’t know, and it wasn’t her place to ask, but this whole open business made her more at ease, and she walked in a more relaxed way. Every little noise made her eyes flicker in a little frightened way, but she hoped she hid it well, since she let her long dark hair cover some of her face and eyes. She ignored the people in her area, already used to the graffiti, and the shadows, but they still made her shiver. She glanced up at his light tone, wondering how he so easily made that smile lift up in the corners of his mouth. It was small, but it was the first genuine smile in a long time. She was just sorry that it couldn’t last, since Jenna was sure that she would never be seeing this stranger again. She couldn’t afford to have him as a friend, she didn’t want to lie to Weston, he seemed like such a nice man, even if he was a stranger, he was better off with the home that he had. However, she didn’t think his tank you needed anything else added, so she nodded and was looking back down at her feet uncertainly. She had never been a proud woman, she was more like the girl in the shadows, and she didn’t like attention, like people could guess things about her just by looking at her face.

Jenna couldn’t help the smile on her features when Weston spoke so fondly of his pets. It showed that he was a softie really, and for some reason Jenna didn’t doubt that he was speaking the whole truth. But his next words made her heart skip a beat and she involuntarily took a step away from him, biting her tongue as she frowned. She wasn’t ever planning on seeing him again, and there he was, asking her if she wanted to see his pets. The woman knew that she might have been over reacting, but she couldn’t help it. She kept quiet for a few moments, and she was sure that he wasn’t hitting on her, but when men said things like that to her it simply made her very uneasy. She couldn’t trust anyone so easily, and as much as she loved animals and would have loved to see his dogs, she didn’t think that she could do it. “Weston ... I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She spoke softly but firmly, maybe it was her way of letting him know that even as a friend, she would be no good news to him. After tonight, she was sure that the scarred man would tell her husband where she was, and so the moment she earned enough money to run again, she would. This acquaintance would be a waste of time for them both. Weirdly enough though, her heart was still beating a little faster and she actually felt like she wanted to see Weston again. But Jenna knew that she couldn’t.

“I’m sure your pets are lovely though.” She smiled as she glanced up at him a little uncertainly, crossing her arms over her chest, before she was looking down again and just walking on the familiar roads, nearing the end of this meeting. Her heart actually sunk a little bit at the thought of that, since someone like Weston was not easy to find. He seemed very open, and friendly ... Which was exactly why she could not have anything else to do with him after tonight, he really didn’t need her in his life, and she knew it. The silence dragged on a little bit, before she told him that she was going home from work, and he seemed surprised that she did it every night. Sighing softly, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and nodded. “Yes ... This is the quickest way home.” She didn’t expect him to understand, since he was probably wondering how she ended up in a part of town such as this, but Jenna was really just trying to survive, day by day, trying to be free. It wasn’t easy, but it was better than what she had before. “I don’t have a car, and I dread walking the long way around after a long day.” She spoke, probably her longest sentence yet, but she felt like she had to explain herself a little bit.

A few more turns, and she was close enough to home to be able to stop and look Weston in the eye. “I live just around the corner from here, you don’t have to walk any longer, I’m sure your leg isn’t helping.” She spoke, her voice quiet, as she shifted on her feet a little uncomfortably. “Thank you for saving me and taking me home, I can make it from here.” She bit her lip; feeling like this goodbye was actually quite hard. In the time that they had spent walking, she didn’t feel like he meant any harm, he had even told her to be careful, and she appreciated all he had done for her, really. But she also didn’t feel like him walking her to the door to her rundown apartment. She was a little ashamed of it, and the last thing she wanted was to invite him inside to see just how pathetic she really was. Or well, how pathetic her situation was. She hoped that she wouldn’t be around long enough for it to last, but wherever she went, Jenna was sure she couldn’t afford a place much better than this. Well, anything was better than being with Lawrence.

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[WESTON LEE PATTON]

YOU ARE TAKING ME APART

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Don’t get him wrong, Weston was pretty sucky at reading other people. It wasn’t as if he was super emotional, so how should he now when someone was like that? Okay, when someone snapped at him when he said even the smallest hi - the person was in the mood. That was obvious enough. The little things that people tended to signal though was missed. Sometimes, even if he did notice it, it was small enough where he could ignore it. Sometimes he assumed the wrong emotions. Especially in women because they sometimes made no sense. Crying over nothing type of thing. But he was pretty certain that there was a hint of this sadness in her voice. Enough of the smallest hint to where he wasn’t sure if he heard it or not. Weston thought for a moment. Did he have a home? Now? Back when he returned, he thought he had one. He supposed that his little place was a home. He didn’t have any complaints and the only company he had was all he felt like he needed.

According to her definition, he had a home. Though the way she said it, it made him assume a little bit. Weston was pretty quick on drawing to conclusions. Home really was what a person needed but home consisted so much more than a place to live. When away, it was really wanting to be home that drove him to the next event. Yes, he enjoyed serving his country, but it was nowhere near a walk in the park. Sometimes he wanted so badly to just give up and call it quits. But every time, he thought about coming home to his wife and telling her that he quit the marines. That was a shame he couldn’t bring himself to come home with. It made him disciplined. It worked. He supposed the wanting for the same thing was what drove him today. He hoped to meet someone else, but there was nothing planned. His life was fine the way it was at that moment. He hoped for Jenna’s sake that she had somewhere to go to after he dropped her off. So far, just the outside of the place didn’t look promising. But perhaps something she was looking forward to. Weston knew he was going to worry his ass off after he left her too. ”And a gun,” He teased, trying to lighten up her mood a bit. ”Long as it’s safe.” And please let her place even in this shithole part of town be safe. A lock would be nice.

Rejection was something that Weston gave and received on a daily basis. Depending how far something went. One of them was going to have to stop it. Not a lot of people rejected to see him again though. As friends. Maybe that came across wrong. Weston tended to accidently lead people on. Sometimes he did it just to flirt and wasn’t his fault if they really took him seriously, but other times, he really did phrase it the wrong way. She just told him it wasn’t a good idea. Whatever or however she interrupted it. His tall and bright shoulders sunk a little bit. Probably just him being the leader of the pack, but rejection like that didn’t make his little pride factor from before burst. He was even at lost for words. He wasn’t sure what to say to it. It should have been a simple shrug, but he couldn’t. ”I’m not that bad am I?” More lines intended to seem more casual but having a deeper meaning underneath. It was usually how it was easy to hide this tough guy exterior he had to keep up for the sake of others. Make it seem like not a big deal. It shouldn’t have been. It was probably just Weston being Weston.

Lovely? The Aussie may have been, but it made him laugh to think of his boxer being called that. Just because the boxer might be a little offended. Boy had about as much pride as Weston did. Since he probably should have had kids by this age, this was his way of dealing with that. These two were probably easier to deal with, especially since he was technically a ‘single parent’. Though they were fine where they were now. Weston was told to get a cat because they were independent enough for his work, but the problem was he wanted some running buddies with him in the morning. ”Do you have some?” He asked, figuring the answer was yes. Most women did and she seemed to enjoy animals enough. Play date? No, wait, she made it clear enough that she didn’t want anything to do with that. That’s right. He almost forgot.

For her to do that every night. Without a car or even another person to walk her home. It was a wonder nothing happened until now. It was women like this that were prone to those kind of assholes. Trust Weston, if he could somehow create a system where everyone was safe, he would. It wasn’t just women that were attacked like that. Young guys walking home getting mugged by a gang. Even a single person with a gun mugging someone was common, especially in this neighborhood. Weston hated to be such a ‘safety first’ but there was a line where stuff just had to stop somewhere. Mostly because his heart couldn’t take an injured person. In war, he had it all the time, but to have it at home? That just seemed like two different types of hurt. He didn’t want to try to play protective on her, but honestly, he did like being the protective guy. So this was just opportunities coming with a hidden amount of worry, ”I can imagine. I just…” He paused, figuring he shouldn’t go on. Stop while he was ahead.

She stopped and turned, saying that this was as far as she was going. He looked up and around to see where this exactly was. What she was referring too. Still hated where she was located, but he supposed that a couple of blocks away- the part she had to walk through every night- was even more awful. How much he just wanted to give her a lift. Obviously from meeting each other, he generally went home around that time. Cruising around in his shinny truck was a bit of a hobby of his anyways. ”Yeah, anytime.” Man he could hope he could find his way back. It was harder to concentrate on the directions when he was so focused on the beautiful women in front of him. Maybe if she were a model she wouldn’t have any of these problems. ”You be safe, alright?” He asked, feeling that inner obligation to go and find out if she was okay. From here, he didn’t particularly where she lived anyway. Maybe it would be creepy if he did. But man, this was going to drive him nuts. He supposed he didn’t learn discipline for nothing. He didn’t leave just yet. Stood there with his thumbs in his pockets and looking at her. As if permission to go.

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