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In some cultures, what I do is considered normal.
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Things had finally turned a corner. No more freaks like Meredith or Alex. No more having to fear for her safety. Staffan would totally take care of her until they found Nik. Then, they would be totally safe because who in their right mind would go up against the Kronwall brothers?

No one, that’s who.

Her perfect sense of security lasted right up until Staffan pushed her away from him and began ranting. Eyes wide in shock, she could only stare at him as he roughly grabbed her and turned her towards his most recent victim.

Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit OH SHIT!

She remembered that Staffan’s name had come up in the announcements. He had killed someone. She hadn’t given it much thought at the time because, well, obviously, Danya had it wrong. Until about three seconds ago, she would have sworn on her life that Staffan would never purposefully hurt someone, let alone kill them.

But since he was manhandling her and showing her his handiwork, she had been wrong. So very wrong.

Oh God. Think! THINK, she silently screamed at herself. There had to be something she could say or do that would diffuse the situation. She didn’t want to end up like Darren. She didn’t want to end up dead. Feeling lightheaded, she wracked her brain for something, anything. Now that she needed it most, her infamous mouth was failing her. Her lips moved but the only sound that came out was a whimper.

"You're worthless."

The world spun and blurred as Staffan threw her to the ground. Nearly three years of tumbling lessons had taught her how to fall. Rather than landing flat on her ass, Evelyn twisted herself slightly and landed hard on one knee. Overcorrecting, she wobbled a bit and wound up on her hands and knees.

She hissed as a jolt of pain shot from her knee to her ankle. The landing hurt, but not nearly as much as Staffan calling her worthless. She had to explain to Staf that he was wrong. And she owed it to Nik to get Staf under control before he hurt himself, or more importantly, her.

She was completely unprepared for Staffan’s kick. It managed to catch her right under her ribs, driving the air from her completely. She collapsed, rolling onto her side a bit to grab at the injury. Evelyn had had the wind knocked out of her before, during a mishap during cheerleading practice, but that hadn’t been nearly as terrifying as right now.

Staffan’s blow set her to dry heaving once more. Evelyn weakly lifted her head, her body at war with itself as it fought to bring in oxygen and expel stomach acid at the same time. Eyes watering, she glanced up at the man looming over her.

Gasping out his name, Evelyn unwrapped an arm from her stomach and reached out for his leg. Why was he doing this to her? She didn’t understand. She’d never done anything to him, ever.

“Please, Staf. Please…”
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