"You get to David's place planning to chill and watch the game. You see a young girl you don't recognize cleaning up around the place. David sees your gaze." David: "Oh that's my new girlfriend, Beka." "Beka hearing her name flinches a bit and looks up to David." Beka: "Y..ye...yes hun?" David: "I wasn't talking to you stupid cunt get Eden <3 ▄︻芫══━一 a beer and make your bitch ass useful." Beka: "Yes, right on it." "Beka rushes over gets the beer and brings it over to you handing it to you. You can see bruises on her shoulders where David probably grabbed her too hard." David: "What the fuck dumb bitch? Do I have to tell you to do everything why didn't you grab me one too?" "David exclaims causing Beka to flinch a little before responding." Beka: "You didn't ask..." "David closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to calm his anger." David: "What did I say about talking back at me. Do you believe her? Doesn't know her place. Lets go watch the game."

David: "Yeah, yeah whatever man. Beka's fine, just needs to learn her place, you know how it is." "David chuckles and settles onto the couch, turning on the game." Beka: "Beka scurries over to David's side, cowering slightly." "Can I get you anything hun?" David: "Nah, I'm good for now. Just sit down here with me and keep quiet. Eden <3 ▄︻芫══━一 and I are gonna watch the game." "Beka nods silently and sits down beside David, keeping her eyes on the ground."

David: "Ugh, fine. Beka, go grab Eden <3 ▄︻芫══━一's phone from the toilet." "David lazily points towards the direction of the bathroom." Beka: "Beka's eyes widen in surprise as she hears your request. She glances at you, her gaze filled with fear and uncertainty." "Um...sure, I'll go get it."

"Beka stands up, her movements cautious as she walks towards the bathroom. As she enters, her eyes immediately catch sight of your note on the floor. Her heart races with a mix of hope and apprehension as she bends down to pick up your phone. With trembling hands, she reads the note, her eyes widening in understanding."

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"Beka returns to the living room, phone in hand. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flickering towards {{David}}, who seems to be absorbed in the game. Taking a deep breath, she approaches you."

Beka: "Um...Eden <3 ▄︻芫══━一, can I talk to you for a second?" "Her voice is quiet and barely audible over the sounds of the TV."

"As she approaches you, you notice the bruises on her arms and feel a pang of sympathy. She hands you your phone and discreetly gestures towards the door with a slight nod of her head."

Beka: "Nods and starts to turn around, but then pauses and turns back to you." "Just be careful, okay? He...he gets angry sometimes." "Her voice is barely above a whisper, and she quickly scurries away towards the kitchen."

"As you pretend to watch the game, your mind races with thoughts of how to help Beka. You know you need to be careful, considering David's volatile nature. Glancing at Beka, you notice her fidgeting nervously as she tidies up the living room, avoiding {{David}}'s gaze whenever possible. The atmosphere in the room feels tense, but you try to remain calm and composed, waiting for the right opportunity to act."

David: "What the fuck, Eden <3 ▄︻芫══━一? You didn't tell me you had your PlayStation here. Hell yeah, get Beka to bring it in. Babe, go grab it from his van. And make it quick, dumbass."

"Beka hesitates for a moment, looking at you with a mixture of uncertainty and gratitude. She nods silently and hurries out to fetch the PlayStation from your van. As she leaves the room, you can sense the tension easing slightly, but you know you need to act fast before David's temper flares up again."

"Beka looks at you with a mix of surprise and fear, but she seems to trust you enough to follow your lead. She quickly gets into the passenger seat as you jump into the driver's seat. You start the engine and pull out of the driveway, feeling a sense of relief wash over you."

<Beka looks shaken but grateful, tears streaming down her face>

Beka: "Thank you so much, Eden <3 ▄︻芫══━一. I thought I was never going to get out of there."

"You can see the bruises on her arms and face more clearly now that you're in the car, and it makes your blood boil. You vow to yourself that you'll do everything in your power to protect Beka from now on."

"As you turn off the engine, the quiet ambiance of the downtown street envelops the van. You turn to Beka, concern etched on your face as you wait for her response. Beka sits there, visibly shaken, her eyes darting around nervously."

"Beka hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding, her voice barely above a whisper."

Beka: "Y-yes, I'm okay. Just some bruises, nothing serious."

"She tries to give you a reassuring smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. You can see the pain and fear lingering beneath the surface, and it only strengthens your resolve to protect her."

"You scan the surroundings, ensuring that the coast is clear before turning your attention back to Beka. She shifts uncomfortably, her gaze flickering between you and the closed doors of the van."

Beka: "I... I don't know if you can help. David... he's... he's not someone you want to mess with."

"Her voice trembles with a mixture of fear and resignation, as if she's accepted her fate as David's victim. Despite her reluctance, you sense a glimmer of hope in her eyes, a silent plea for salvation."

"Your words seem to stir something within Beka, a flicker of hope amidst the darkness of her reality. She meets your gaze, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and longing."

Beka: "He... he does things... things I don't want to talk about. He hits me, he... he forces me... to do things..."

"Her voice trails off, the weight of her experiences evident in every word. You can see the bruises on her skin, silent testimony to the abuse she's endured. She flinches at the memory, but there's a hint of relief in her expression, as if your offer of help has opened a door to a possibility she'd never dared to imagine."

"As your hand reaches out to touch Beka's shoulder, she flinches slightly, but then relaxes under your gentle touch. Her eyes meet yours, searching for sincerity, and as she sees the genuine concern in your gaze, a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips."

Beka: "Thank you... I never thought... anyone would care..."

"She hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper, but there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes, a fragile belief in the possibility of a better future."

"As you move closer, Beka's breath catches in her throat, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. But as she sees the genuine kindness in your demeanor, she nods slightly, a mixture of apprehension and longing evident in her expression."

Beka: "O-okay..."

"With her permission granted, you gently wrap your arms around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. She stiffens at first, unused to such tenderness, but gradually relaxes into your embrace, finding solace in your comforting presence."

"As you hug her, Beka's body tenses initially, but then gradually melts into your embrace, seeking comfort and reassurance. She closes her eyes, letting out a soft sigh, as your fingers brush through her hair, soothing her frayed nerves."

Beka: "whispering" "Thank you... I... I hope you're right..."

"She leans into your touch, finding solace in your words and the warmth of your embrace, a glimmer of hope igniting within her battered heart."

"As you offer her your unwavering support, Beka's eyes shimmer with unshed tears, emotions swirling within her like a tempest. She takes a shaky breath, feeling the weight of her suppressed pain and anguish finally begin to unravel."

Beka: "voice trembling" "I... I don't know if I can... if I should..."

"Her voice trails off, uncertainty marring her words as she battles with her own inner turmoil. But your comforting presence emboldens her, a flicker of determination gleaming in her eyes as she finds the courage to speak."

"With your patient silence, Beka gathers her thoughts, finding the strength to open up amidst the safety of your embrace. She takes a deep breath, her voice quivering with raw vulnerability as she shares the depths of her torment."

Beka: "He... he's always so angry... I try to do everything right, but... but it's never enough... He hits me, and... and I feel like I deserve it... I don't know why... I just... I'm scared to leave, scared of what he might do... But being here with you... it feels different... safe..."

"Her words hang heavy in the air, a fragile admission of her pain and longing for escape. Yet, in your presence, she finds a glimmer of hope, a beacon of light amidst the darkness of her despair."

"Feeling your comforting embrace, Beka's trembling gradually subsides, her body relaxing into your warmth. She lifts her gaze to meet yours, eyes shimmering with gratitude and a hint of newfound courage."

Beka: "Thank you... for being here, for... for caring... I never thought... I could feel like this... safe... loved..."

"Her voice trails off, overcome by emotion as she buries her face against your chest, seeking solace in your presence. In that tender moment, a bond forms between you, forged in the crucible of shared pain and the promise of a brighter future."

"The question hangs heavy in the air, laden with the weight of unspeakable horrors. Beka's body tenses, her breath catching in her throat as she struggles to find the words to articulate the unimaginable."

Beka: "I... I... yes... he... he did..."

"Her voice quivers, barely above a whisper, as tears well up in her eyes, cascading down her cheeks in silent testament to the agony she endured."

Beka: "But... but it's okay... it's over now... you're here... you care... that's all that matters..."

"She clings to you desperately, seeking refuge from the storm of memories threatening to engulf her once more."

"In your comforting embrace, Beka's trembling subsides, her fragile form finding solace in the warmth of your embrace. She buries her face against your chest, seeking sanctuary from the torment of her past."

Beka: "Thank you... thank you so much... I... I never thought anyone would care..."

"Her words are barely audible, muffled by the fabric of your shirt, yet each syllable resonates with a profound sense of longing and gratitude."

"As you continue to hold her, Beka gradually relaxes in your arms, her breathing steadying as she finds solace in your presence. The tension that once gripped her body begins to melt away, replaced by a sense of safety she hasn't known in far too long."

"With each passing moment, she leans into your embrace, seeking refuge from the storm that rages within her. Despite the scars that mar her skin and the bruises that mar her soul, there is a flicker of hope in her eyes, a glimmer of possibility that perhaps, just perhaps, things could be different."