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Derek stood peering into her house as his fists shook and turned white from anger- two days before Mars disappeared. Mars needed to come back to him. He needed to feel good about himself and make her want to come back.

"Come out of the house you slut," He yelled to the window.

His anger boiled as he noticed a cop car turning down the street. He wouldn't be arrested especially because of the restraining order. His feet stomped onto the grass and sidewalk, his figure moving slowly away from the house.

"That little bïtch will get it sooner or late. I will make her life a living hell. She is just a stupid little brat who is only good to smack around." Derek steamed off his anger with a smirk on his face and kept walking down the street.

Derek wanted Mars gone even if he had to force her.

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