Reader woke up early on 07/19/XX, at about 4:00. She got ready and resided to watch outside from her window. There was another apartment across that had better conditions. She seat at the desk but her window.

She sighed and decided to sing and draw.

She was very proud of her portrait and decided to just watch outside to the busy world. Cars rushed bye and the sun slowly set to leave a blanket of dark blue and white, bright, light to lite the roads and scenery.

Across from her window, a certain boy was moving in to the room where their lines were attached. (This is because they want to be able to dry clothes on wires so they go across to the other building. It's not efficient and the other person could steal your clothes but security is good?)

He walked into his new room. Being led by a person he scared into submission into letting him stay there.

He looked around and went to the table right by his window in the main room. He looked out and the girl across, that he would share his clothes line with, immediately caught his attention.

He stared for as long as she was there. For hours, he just studied her closely and thought she looked cute. But continued to watch her transition from drawing, to looking outside to the world around her.

At 9:03, she was still up, but he saw she looked startled behind her.

She heard the door to her room open, she turned to be met with her boyfriend.

She went to greet him lovingly, but was quickly met with a sharp pain to her face. She turned away and looked at the floor in shock.

She looked and still saw the same, tall, dark skinned boyfriend of hers. She saw a beer bottle in his hand. She knew what he wants.

"Get in bed women, you're getting fucked hard tonight," he said slurred to her she backed away and shook her head.

When Jason saw the man grab her and throw her on the broken bed, he ran out to the other apartment to help her.

Before he reached the room, the man was trying to kiss her while pinning her on the bed, she tried keeping her head turned so he would stop.

"Kurt, stop, please," she begged her boyfriend. He didn't listen and still tried to kiss her in his drunk state.

A couple minutes later, a door crashed through and they heard footsteps leading to their room.

Reader looked at the door and didn't turn away until a stranger walked in.

"Get off of her, you creep," he said angrily towards the male who stood as tall as he could in his drunk state.

"I'm her boyfriend, who the fuck are you trench bitch?" The man said.

"Not anymore," he said as he ran up to the big man and punched him in the chin. Then man fell back and tried to fight, but wasn't sober enough to throw any punches.

The new man continued to beat the man senseless. He knew where he would go in Hell.

He smiled sadistically and kept punching him until he stopped moving.

Then he turned to the Reader in the room, still having a thirst for blood. She looked stunned and had not moved an inch since the boy walked in.

He suddenly felt a feeling sympathy. But felt he should just leave, before he walked out the door, he felt two arms wrap around his waist.

He stared at the doorway in shock and wondered if he was feeling right.

He turned to make sure someone was there.

Sure enough, Reader was holding him in a warm embrace. She kept her head turned on his back so she saw her old boyfriend's body.

She cried silently and stayed there as long as she could.

He broke the silence and unnerving situation by saying, "what are you doing?"

She looked up at him as she let go and let him turn around to see her.

He looked curiously into her eyes. He found her eye color entrancing.

He tried to look away, but found himself lost in the color.

"T-Thank you sir, but how did you know I needed help?" She asked innocently.

He turned his eyes away, not wanting her to know he was staring at her.

"I heard you yelling from the building across from you," he pointed to his window, "we are sharing that drying line and I saw you needed help," he explained.

She hugged him again and he slowly put his arms around her back.