My Brother's Best Friend✔️

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RECAP:

"You look lost." She giggled. I would have usually replied but her american accent caught me off guard.

"Um- yeah, I guess I am."  I smiled back at her whilst my fatigued eyes requested to close.

"Need some help?" She offered warmly, probably taking in my state.

I nodded back to her and held out my hand.

"I'm Becca by the way" She reached her own out, shaking mine in the process.

"Oh, I know." She smiled, but paused after noticing my confusion and face palmed her forehead. "And I'm super creepy... But I usually go by the name Maisy." She said with a chuckle and I couldn't help but laugh back.

ASHTON'S POV:

Why the fuck is becca here? I thought to myself as I stood beneath a large archway that overlooked the lively night.

I didn't know that she began going to parties agan. Ethan never mentioned her going out or anything so I just supposed that she wasn't ready yet, considering what happened.

Just watching her in this kind of atmosphere brought back all the memories from Vinnie's houseparty. The memory alone re-sparked so much anger inside of me.

I remember breaking away from making out with some girl, after noticing that Becca had vanished. I tugged a frustrated hand through my hair and began to run through the kitchen, asking around the house if anyone had seen her.

I tapped on the shoulders of countless teenagers, but the little shits were so occupied in getting fucked that they didn't even care if a girl was missing.

But she was never just any girl.

After searching the whole of the downstairs and getting nowhere, I was about to run up the stairs when I found Ethan and Josie standing together with drinks in their hands.

I told them that I hadn't seen Becca in a while and whilst Josie's face began to fill with worry, Ethan's resembled something similar to mine.

I continued to rush up the stairs, not caring about the many doors that I flung open in search of her.

There was a single door left and I welcomed a sudden feeling of dread that came with the situation. Not wasting any time stuck on the thoughts of 'what if's', I stormed into the dark room.

The small amount of light from the corridor enabled me to see Becca's unconscious body and the fucker that was removing his belt on top of her.

Without hesitation, I ran up to the large man and threw him against the wall. My hand tightened around his neck and I began to throw punches towards his stomach.

His groans were like music to my ears as I pounded the hell of him. He began to choke on his own blood whilst gasping for air, making me wish that I continued the torture so that he could never breathe the same air as Becca again.

Once he was no longer in a conscious state, I let go of his neck which met him with the cold floor.

Turning around with heavy breaths and busted knuckles, I made my way to Becca who was being cradled in Ethan's arms.

"I s-should of-" Ethan sobbed.

"It's not your fault bro, at least we found her before anything happened." I breathed out, attempting to reassure him.

"But what if something happened Ash? I would never forgive myself. I'm meant to protect her and I can't even do that." He continued, but I was too focused on the movement in the corner of the room.