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"Hey girl, you wanna go to the-" I start, but the words never make it out of my mouth when I see Novah. 132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNDkMRDyFji
My eyes settle on Novah crumpled up on the floor. Sobbing.
Anger rises within me and my fists clench.
"Oh my fucking GOD!" I yell.
Novah starts to cry harder. It's always something with Matt. He can't just be a good fucking boyfriend. He just has to fuck up every fucking week.
You know how many people would love to be in his place......
I see the way guys look at her. The way they treat her. Not even just guys. Everyone.
Yet, here Novah is another day, another week, breaking down because of this idiot.
I take out my phone and dial Matt's number.132Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzcrj0hfX3c
Of course, he doesn't answer.
I sit on the bed and text him every insult I can think of. I tell him to never come back to our fucking room again or I'm gonna actually call the police.
I rest the phone on the bed and kneel down on the floor next to her.
"Are you okay, baby?" I ask softly. Her knees are pulled up to her chest and her curls are hanging wildly around her head, like a curtain.
Like a halo. She's an angel to me.
"Novah," I say softly.
She doesn't respond, just continues to cry. Nothing I can do except hold her.
I wrap my arms around her body and caress her back, attempting to comfort her.
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