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ground. It includes pool areas, spa and massage areas, a healthy snack bar, private classes, group classes, and normal gym equipment. We have been voted best gym in the state both years we’ve been open. 7th and 5th in country. We’re hoping for number 3 this year.
    “Who’s this girl you have on your mind already?”
    The only girl I’ve been with in the last couple of years whose pair of gorgeous legs I didn’t dive in between within the first few hours we hung out. What? With my reputation, I don’t typically have to wait longer than 45 minutes before they less than subtly ask, or beg in some cases, to see why I got the nickname I have.
    Not answering, I keep typing on the computer, “Why? You wanna warn her to stay away from me too?”
    “I’ve met you,” Legs replies with attitude. “Might be doing the girl a favor.” When I glance up she shrugs. “Or drive her right into your arms. All girls like the bad boys they can fix.”
    “I’m not broken.” My eyes dart back down ready to type in the new information.
    “Yeah,” her voice drops to what feels like a whisper. “Your dad wasn’t either.”
    The words force my eyes to hers. Still in a dropped tone she states, “To the right girl you never will be. Ready for my info?”
    I nod slowly.
    Is that true? I mean, I don’t think I’m broken any more, even if sometimes late at night the nightmares of my past become too much to push through. Those are the nights I sneak into Little Bit’s room and fall asleep in her rocking chair or on the floor. There’s something about being close to her that chases those demons away. Like knowing she needs me, that she loves me, that she wants me in the family, having no clue about where I came from, that soothes something inside. There’s only one person who’s ever had that same effect on me. Her family once loved me like I was their own too. Maybe I am still broken...but I don’t think Megan has ever thought that before. Do you?

Chapter 6
    Megan
    Walking out of class I stare at the text message trying to bury the anxiety.
    Marcus: It’s not over between us until I say Megan.
    “Fatal attraction much?” My best friend, Olivia grunts over my shoulder.
    “I don’t know what to do Liv. I’ve broken up with him now more than once and he refuses to accept it.”
    “Creepy,” she says under her breath as we head down the sidewalk in the direction of my car parked in the parking garage. “And that’s me ignoring the fact that he hits you.”
    “Liv,” I hush her.
    Tossing her black wavy hair over her shoulder she rolls her eyes. “I’m not afraid to be heard by his minions. Let them fucking hear me!” She shouts and I tug her arm so her body is closer to mine. “He should be thankful I didn’t know sooner. I vote we let my bigger brother Mario handle him.”
    “No,” my denial is quick. “It’s my problem. I’ll deal with it.” Under my breath I mutter, “Somehow.”
    I know the only way to be safe from him is to get the fuck out of that apartment, but even then, he can find me. I have so little in my own name. No car. No bank account. No apartment. All because he insisted on it being that way.
    “Oh no you don’t,” Liv interrupts my thoughts. “Don’t use that whole ‘I don’t have anything’ as an excuse to postpone getting the fuck out of that apartment any longer.”
    Can she hear us?
    “We’re gonna start moving your shit out and into my spare room, just like we’ve been planning. You’ve been stashing a little cash here and there and we’ll figure out the rest later. You have to get completely out of that situation, away from him, before he kills you Megan.”
    “That’s a bit of a stretch isn’t it?”
    “Is it?” Liv stops walking. “Your face. Your neck. The one time down the stairs. You tell me where it’s gonna stop at this rate.”
    Don’t agree with her!
    “Can we go get some frozen yogurt?” My change in subject causes her to lower her eyes to a glare.
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