Chapter 64: Sleep Talk

(From Leandro's Perspective)

She did not even move when I placed her on the bed. I lay down beside her and hugged her as she slept peacefully. She felt so fragile. How could someone look so innocent and fragile? 

The fear crept again into my mind. I was never someone who would feel any kind of fear. Yet I was scared, scared of seeing her hurt, scared of_ losing her. The mere thought of someone laying hands on her made me want to rip their heads off. Who would want to hurt such an innocent-looking girl? 

I could not understand why her mother's boyfriend wanted to kill her. Anyone might hate her, but I could not believe that anyone would want to kill her. She might talk a lot, and say whatever she thought without thinking about the consequence, but she was kind and would not want to hurt others for no reason. Yet that bastard tried to kill her.