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Heather's POV:

I reached home that night, with swollen eyes and a tired appearance.

Luckily, Shirley was spending the night with me. I needed someone to talk to. Immediately I entered the apartment, she noticed my face and quickly approached me.

"Honey, what's wrong??"

"Kevin," I replied slowly, collapsing on the couch. Shirley sat by me.

"Oh, no. What did he do?"

I explained everything to her. She was shocked.

"Sawyer?? How could she stoop so low?? And that bastard!"

"I'm done. I'm done with both of them," I stood and went to my room. I needed to sleep.

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Ace's POV:

I wasn't really at peace knowing heather...