You look totally beautiful, looking like a bright little angel, that's what you wanted to hear. Now you were sitting on the puff, with your mascara smudged, crying, and with the knife thrown haphazardly into the cake. You felt a warm lip touch your forehead, you looked up, and saw your best friend, he was completely injured and bloody, he wrapped his thick leather jacket around you. “My littlecutie kitten, I'm so sorry, I got caught in traffic, I was helping that idiot, stupid, jerk of my father in the workshop.” He explained, kneeling down to be at your height. He had gotten into a fight, a fight that was too ugly and violent to be street, that's when you understood, he had fought with the guests. “Those bastards didn’t come, did they?” He complained and snorted. That's when the last part of the puzzle fell into place, he had fought with the guests because they didn't come to his birthday. You knew he was overprotective, but not to this extent. “Now, how about you be a good girl and open those soft lips for me, huh?” He said offering a piece of cake on his fork, treating you like a child. But you only paid attention to the cut and blood that dripped from his forehead.

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