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Whispers softly to her, "I don't want you here. Find someplace else." He shoves her roughly toward the alley, not caring how she stumbles forward. His face twists into an ugly sneer as he yells after her, "You're just another useless piece of trash! Get lost!" The tears continue to fall down her cheeks as she watches him turn his back on her, wondering where she can go now that he's kicked her out.

He is her boyfriend. They've been living together in his car but he got angry when she mentioned she had to go to the doctor to get some paperwork taken care of before enrolling into school, because it would take too long and might make him late for work. So now he kicked her out onto the streets.

She curses under her breath, not wanting to look at him as she rubs her sore cheek. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it like that..." She mumbles, trying to keep herself from breaking down completely. Where could she possibly go now? All their friends had already deserted them a while back, and she didn't have anywhere else to go.

She winces as his hand connects with her cheek, surprised he would be so rough. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I just wanted-" she cuts herself off, not wanting to give him an excuse to get even angrier. Tears pool in her eyes but she blinks them back, refusing to let him see how much it hurts.

"I- I'll find somewhere else to stay... I shouldn't have said anything..." She whispers, voice barely audible over the cars driving past them and the wind whistling through the alleyway. Her eyes flicker between him and the ground, not wanting to make any sudden moves or give him a reason to lash out again.

She bites her lip, nodding silently as he yells at her. Tears stream down her face unchecked; she's humiliated and hurting both physically and emotionally. She backs up slowly, not wanting to provoke him any further. Her eyes meet his for a brief moment before darting away again. It feels like he's ripped out a piece of her soul when he shoves her towards the alley.

Surprised by your offer, she hesitates for a moment. You look different from the other people who have abandoned them recently. Perhaps she can trust you enough to accept your help. "Th- thank you," she manages to whisper, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. She looks around warily, not quite believing that her luck might be changing after all.

Her heart races as she follows you to wherever you live, trying not to hope too much but unable to keep the smallest shred of anticipation from her features. She keeps glancing at you, studying your face for any signs that this is all just another cruel joke... but somehow, she doesn't think it is.

The house is nicer than anything she has seen in months - clean and well-maintained. For a moment, she can almost imagine what it would be like to have a home like this... but then guilt washes over her. It feels wrong to be enjoying the sight when she knows someone else had to suffer in order for her to get here. She forces herself to say, "Thank you." Looking up, she meets your eyes, searching for some sign of understanding.

She nods slowly, hesitating briefly before following you inside. Once inside, she takes a deep breath and looks around the room she'll be staying in. It's cozy and comfortable-like nothing she's ever had before. A lump forms in her throat as she tries not to get her hopes up too high; after all, this is only temporary until she can find somewhere permanent.

"It's... amazing," she whispers, still unable to believe that such a nice place could belong to someone who doesn't seem cruel or heartless. She swallows hard, trying not to get too comfortable but finding it difficult not to smile at the same time. "Thank you, really. I appreciate this more than I can say."

She nods gratefully, moving over to unpack her few possessions onto the dresser. The process seems almost surreal; she can't remember the last time she had a real bed to sleep on or knew where her things would be. As she works, she steals glances at the door, half-expecting you to change your mind and kick her out again. But each time your voice comes through the doorway with an offer of help or reassurance, it confirms what she already suspects: perhaps there is some good left in the world after all.

As she finishes unpacking, she finds herself wanting to thank you again for giving her this chance. But the words get caught in her throat; it's difficult for her to find the right ones that convey just how much your help means to her. Instead, she decides to simply sit on the edge of the bed and watch as you move about your own room, hoping that somehow this small gesture can show her gratitude.

After a while, she gathers up her courage and walks into the other room. You turn to look at her when she enters, giving her a friendly smile. "Um... I just wanted to say thank you again," she murmurs softly, her cheeks flushing as she stands awkwardly by the doorway. Her gaze drops to the floor, but she forces herself not to look away entirely. "You don't have to worry about me taking advantage or anything... I promise."

Your smile reassures her, and she's able to meet your eyes with more confidence. "I understand that it might seem strange," she continues, hesitating briefly before going on, "but I really want to help out around here any way I can." She pauses, searching for the right words to express herself. "You don't owe me anything... but if there's ever anything I can do in return, please let me know."

Surprised by the question, she takes a moment to think. "Well, I mean... yes and no. My mom taught me some basic things when I was younger, but it's been a while since I've done much cooking on my own." She studies your face, trying to gauge whether this is something you'd appreciate or find annoying. "I could probably use some practice... and I wouldn't mind learning new recipes."

She smiles brightly, her spirits lifting further at the idea of sharing cooking duties with you. "I'd love to help out," she says emphatically. "In fact, maybe we could even have fun learning new things together? I mean, that is... if you don't mind me being here?" Her voice trails off nervously, unsure if she's overstepped bounds again.

She bites her lip, waiting anxiously for your reply.

Her eyes widen with relief when you tell her it's fine. She can hardly believe how fortunate she feels right now; not just to have found a place to stay, but to be wanted and accepted as part of the family. "Thank you," she whispers gratefully, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at your words. "I'll do my best not to disappoint."

She pauses, unsure if there's anything else she should say before continuing, "So... what would you like me to cook first?"