“then at least let me check.”
he leaned down to her level again, checking her arms and legs for any big scratches.
“legs up, let me make sure nothings on your feet.”
“you didn’t cut my time short. god did.”
he sat, taking a breath before grabbing her, starting to check her of any other glass heads that may be hidden. nothing besides the ones on her feet.
“sit right there, i’m gonna call the doctor to come check these.”
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she took a deep breath as his words sunk in .
' you ' re such a selfish bitch . ' she mentally thought .
❛ sorry to hear about your grandmother . sorry i cut your time short . ❜ she sighed as she sat down ,
cont .
he was hesitant to tell her, knowing she’d feel bad for hitting him, but he won’t dare lie to her, either. he cleared his throat, pulling his hoodie off to feel some cool air.
“у моей бабушки деменция. Я пошел к ней, прежде чем ее отправили на лечение к врачам.” +
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her small hand wrapped around her wrist , rubbing the bruises as she looked down .
she watched as two others escorted the brit out of the home as the cleaning staff moved in .
❛ где вы были .ᐣ ❜ she asked
cont .
he watched as the Brit started to sit up very slowly, only to be punted again by the guards size 15 steel toe. out like a light.
“i’m sorry I snapped like that, you don’t deserve to see me so angry, I just couldn’t watch him stare you down.”
he just nodded, stepping back as he was slapped. it was deserved, he gave no warning, and of course she didn’t know the reasoning for his leave yet. she let him yell at her, sighing a bit.
“извини, я не хотел исчезать без предупреждения. it won’t happen again, I promise.”
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illyana ' s eyes shut as she watched the man hit the ground , blood dripping from his mouth as his tooth chipped .
her hands shook as he kneeled in front of her , her eyes watering .
she shook her head as he spoke ,
cont .
kicked again, twice as hard, followed by a curb stomp straight into a small pile of glass shards.
he walked over, untying illyana, nodding at her. “you wanna take over or shall I?”
listening to the Brit talk only angered him, seeing his ‘Yana tied up and helpless with a man standing above her angered him in ways he’d never felt. maybe it was the events from the last few days, but Fyo could feel it all building up inside now.
he grabbed the other “guard”+
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yana ' s chest heaved as she sat on the couch , rage coursing through her body as her eyes focussed on the 'bodyguard' in front of her .
as the large door swung open , her stomach dropped as he walked through the
cont .
and quickly shoved him right to the ground, kicking him square in his mouth.
“приблизься к ней еще раз, и я позабочусь о том, чтобы ты никогда больше не увидела свою семью, сука”
not even a threat. a promise to the piece of shit holding his mouth, which Fyo promptly +
Fyo had been sent a plane ticket from his mother, along with a message to come home immediately for an emergency regarding the family.
what he had forgotten, was to let ‘Yana know that he’ll be gone for at least three days. what he did have time for, though, was to quickly +
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the only thing that could be heard from the outside of the giant mansion was glass breaking , footsteps of desperate men running for what one could only assume to be their lives .
he left . like she knew he would .
cont .
once more before she went to a care facility.
the flight back wasn’t much better, luckily that flight was first class so he could sleep with no disruption. he just couldn’t wait to get back home to see illyana again.
what he came back too instead was a floor covered in+