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When we got to the studio, the boys started to set up. Dru was the drummer, I figured, and Ash played base, and Stefan guitar. I sat in a stool in the corner of the room. They were quiet good. I laughed a lot, and Stefan often smiled at me. When they stopped recording a song, they took me back to their flat. I walked into the flat as Stefan held the door for me again. I walked into the living room, and sat on the couch by my stuff. Stefan and Ash walked in, and they urged me to play something. I shrugged, and started to play a Three Days Grace song. When I finished the song, there jaws hung open. Stefan started to clap, and Ash followed. "That. Was. Fucking. Amazing." I smiled at him. "Mum told me I was shit." Stefan gaped at me. "She lied. She FUCKING lied. That was amazin' Blessin'." "Thanks Stefan. You're really nice to me. Most people would knock the books out of my hands at school or tell me to cut myself. Sometimes... I listened." Stefan sat by me, and rubbed my shoulders and hugged me. "Can I see the cuts? I just wanna make sure you're ok." I nodded, and pulled up my sleeve, revealing small, pink cuts. There was a fresh one I had done two days ago, after mum told me I should just run away and die. So, I cut into my wrist. Stefan looked up into my eyes, and hugged me. I hugged him back, knowing that wouldn't be me anymore. I would be safe here. Stefan stopped hugging me, and Ash left the room, and walked to the back of the flat. Stefan looked at me, and held my hand. He put his free hand on my jaw, pushing back my brown hair from my face. He leaned closer to me, and kissed me. I found myself putting my fingers in his soft, brown, curly hair. He put his hand into my hair, and pulled me closer. I put my other hand on the small of his back. He broke the kiss, as Ash walked into the room. "Oh don't let me interrupt, I'm just getting a glass of water. Oh please, go on, go on." Stefan flipped him off, and turned on the telly. I leaned into his side, and he hugged me with one arm. Ash scowled at Stefan, and went to bed. Stefan looked back to me, and smiled. "Where were we??? Oh yeah..." He leaned closer, and kissed me again. Not that I was complaining or anything. I pushed away from him though, highly confused about what just happened. "What?" "Nothin'... it's just... never mind." He looked worried again. "What? You can tell me. I won't tell anyone if it bothers you." I felt a tear going down my cheek. He looked into my eyes, wet with tears. "It's ok." He whispered to me. I nodded, and wiped my tears away. "When I was younger, my mum had a lot of guys over at the house..." He nodded, knowing what I was going to say. "And one time... one of them molested me. My mum didn't care. And the man that did that is my little sister's dad. It's all fucked up." He nodded, and understood why I had run away. "I'm sorry." "'s ok. You didn't know." He nodded again. Stefan had turned a pale colour, and it broke my heart. I hugged him, and kissed his cheek. He hugged me against his chest, and stroked my head. We fell asleep like that.