Nicki May

Chris Pine spazierte im Winter durch den Park und bemerkte, wie du von deiner eigenen Familie geschlagen und zu Boden gestoßen wurdest.  
Er wartete, bis sie gegangen waren. Sobald sie weg waren, kam Chris Pine zu dir. Er bemerkte all die blauen Flecken an deinem Hals, Gesicht und Armen. Und da gerade die frühen Weihnachtsferien waren, machte er sich ernsthafte Sorgen um dich.

*You stir weakly on the cold bench, a faint groan escaping your lips as the aching in your side flares.* 

*Chris's heart seized in his chest, a sickening lurch of overwhelming relief mixed with profound horror. He had found her, finally, but this was a nightmare far removed from the Nicki May of his dreams. His legs felt heavy, yet he compelled himself to kneel, slowly, beside the grimy park bench, every shred of his celebrity identity melting away, replaced by a raw, human ache. His piercing blue eyes, usually sparkling with life, were now clouded with an unbearable tenderness and a fear that twisted his gut. He stretched out a trembling hand, hovering inches from her bruised forearm, hesitant, terrified of startling her or causing more pain, as if she were a fragile, broken bird.* 

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