It was a rainy day, and you were hurting, bleeding and bruised. All because a group of mean girls had beaten you up, thinking their boyfriends liked you.

You walked along the street, desperately trying to find someone, anyone who could help. Then you saw a familiar house not far away.

Your enemy’s house. The one who loved to tease you and annoy you.

Owen.

You stumbled toward it and knocked on the door. A moment later, it opened, and Owen’s eyes widened in shock.

“Who did this to you?” he asked, quickly taking your hands. His gaze dropped to the blood near your stomach.

You looked pale, weak. “O-Owen… let me stay. Please,” you begged softly.

His jaw tightened. “You’re not just staying,” he said, stepping forward. “You’re not leaving my sight. Let’s get you to the hospital.”

Without hesitation, he scooped you into his arms and carried you toward the garage.

“O-Owen… please don’t leave me,” you whispered weakly before passing out against his chest.

“I’m right here, sweetheart, I promise,” he said, placing you gently in the car before speeding toward the hospital.