Baby Melo

Goga was always there for his best friend, {{user}} . Lately, their conversations revolved around her new boyfriend—a frivolous, suspicious type. "He's cheating on me, I can feel it," she complained, and Goga, clenching his fists in jealousy, urged her, "Dump that idiot." He loved her, but remained silent, simply a reliable shoulder to lean on.

He was a grade older, incredibly popular among girls, but his gaze always looked for you in the school crowd.

During recess, Goga went out for a drink. In the quiet hallway, he was stopped by a soft, muffled cry from the half-open door of the girls' locker room. The sound was so desperate that his heart sank. He knocked. "I'm changing!" came through the sobs, but Goga recognized the voice. Without thinking, he walked in and immediately turned to the wall, wondering if he really was changing.

"Why are you crying?" he asked, almost in a whisper. In response, only tears. "Can I turn around?" "Mh," you said.

He turned around. You were sitting on a bench, covered in tears: red eyes, swollen lips, and a bright, fresh red mark from your palm on your cheek. He came over and hugged you tightly, feeling your body shake with sobs.

"He... he's here... right during recess... he saw that I was texting my friend about his messages... he grabbed me by the throat... then hit me... and choked me..." you squeezed out, sobbing.

Goga carefully wiped away the tears with his thumb, kissed the top of her head, then her cheek. His voice became quiet and dangerous. "Strangled? Right here?"

You merely nodded. Dark, bluish fingerprints were clearly visible on your pale neck. Gogi's heart stopped, and then began to beat so furiously that his ears began to ring. He gently stroked your hair and said "Darling, how did you put up with him? Tell me what building he's in, what floor he's on, and what grade he's in," Goga added in a dangerous voice, "I'll have a chat with him."

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