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My hands were severely bruised, the boy that assaulted Lillie yesterday lay at my feet. Nose broken, lip split, curled into a ball crying. No one should try to take advantage of a girl ever.

He stared at his bruised hands, no remorse for what he had done. But when he looked at her face, the IV pumping fluids into her system, and when he looked at the bruises on her skin-something inside of him snapped. His face felt wet, his eyes full of tears. He had never regretted anything before, but now? Now he regretted it all.

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