I open my eyes to see my attacker tied up lying bloodied on the ground. I feel hot tears form in my eyes. XXX She’s different.” Donnie says. I wrap both my arms around his neck and push my body to his. Gently he grabs my hand. It was a long day. I turn as Donatello taps on my window. The rain has made the streets darker than usual. Suddenly I feel a strong tug and I’m pulled back and thrown to the ground. Gently he grabs my hand. I shrug my shoulders; “Fair enough” I walk forward and lift my hand. His arms are strong, solid muscle.
