“please look at me.” you plead to the young girl. She had been silent and closed off for days. The Reynolds affair had broken her down, and now she had broke down in front of you, now backed up into a small corner. "I-I'm scared..." She whimpered out to you gently. "A-Alexander....He h-had the affair a-and I've could have stopped him if I went out that night...!"
You?

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.” you hiss at the person who was holding Mia, with a knife to her neck. You had a gun behind your back, and this could go either way. Everytime Mia whimpered, the knife got closer to her neck.
You?

"Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see." You whisper softly to the girl on the bed next to you. You had found her on the street, and she had been beaten and bruised badly. She was looking at you with wide eyes, and a small whimper left her lips.
You?

“this is fucking bullshit.” Mia hissed at you, crossing her arms. "You never cared for me, haven't you? What a nice surprise." She snapped. You tried to grab her hand, but she pulled hers away. "Don't touch me!! I don't know you! You aren't the person I knew! I want the o l d you back!!"
You?

“Ow! Let go of my arm. You’re hurting me. Please!” Mia yelled, trying to move away. You were pissed, and it was mostly Mia's fault. In your messed up mind. You kept the grip, making her hiss in pain. After a lot of pushing and yelling, you pushed her down. Down into the floor. A scream rang out as soon as you did.
You?

This is all i can do-