Crash Course

{Sixteen-Damian}

        The amount of hatred running through me for the bastard who hurt Allie was insane. It took all I had not to beat the ever loving shit out of him, even with my injuries. But, Allie needed me.

        "Um, hello!" Bree said impatiently, "Is someone going to explain or do I have to knock some heads in?"

        I sighed and stood with a now silent Allie in my arms. I laid her gently on the bed and sat next to her, holding her hand. Her eyes never left the painting, and tears still streamed down her face, but she had at least stopped sobbing.

        "Earlier today, Allie took me to the hospital," I began, "I kinda got mad and punched some trees, messing up my hands. I -"

        "Hold up," Bree interrupted, "Why were you angry?"

        I sighed. "I asked Allie out and got rejected."

        Bree burst into laughter. "That is the funniest thing I've heard all day!" she said between laughs. "Allie rejected you? Ha! That has to be bullshit. The poor girl hasn't stopped talking about you!"

        I blinked in shock. "Really?"

        Before Bree could say anything, Mitchell cut in. "Excuse my interruption, but can we finish the story?"

        My face flushed a bit. "Right. Well anyway, we did end up getting together before she dragged me to the hospital. When we got back, I was high on morphine, so the boys put me to bed while Allie went to go get my prescription. When I woke up, Allie still wasn't back, but she had sent me a frantic text. So, we ran out to go get her. We saw Ty's car that she borrowed outside of her dorm, so we knew she was there." By this point, I was stroking Allie's hair and directing the story towards both her and Bree. "We ran inside right as the bastard said Allie was his and kissed her. We were already angry, but when she yelped in pain, we lost it. Tyler decked him and Mitchell kicked his ass."

        Bree looked down at the guy's unconscious form. Walking over, she examined his body. After a minute, we saw her foot rear back before coming down hard on his stomach. A groan came from him and Bree smirked in victory.

        Ty clapped and Mitchell tried to hold back laughter. I looked at Allie and smiled when a small giggle came from her lips and a smile graced her face. It was good to see her smile again.

        She looked back at me and her smile widened slightly.I grabbed her hand gently and ran my thumb across her knuckles. She gripped my hand tightly. a blush spread across her cheeks when I lifted her hand to my lips, kissing it gently.

        Bree's voice cut in. "As much as I love to see you two all happy and lovey-dovey, who is this guy?" Her eyes met Allie's curiously.

        Allie sighed and looked down. "His name is Ian." Her voice was quiet. "He's...well he's my ex."

        "Hold on, WHAT?!" Ty exclaimed, "My poor baby dated this asshat?! Oh fuck no! Did he hit you?!"

        She said nothing, only kept her head down. At first. we were all confused. Then the realization hit us.

        "THAT BASTARD!!" Ty yelled first. Mitchell tried to calm him down, though it was obvious he was trying to control his own anger. I tensed in anger, though I did my best to control myself for Allie's sake.

        Bree was fuming. "Screw kicking his stomach! I'm going for his balls!" And she did just that, earning a high pitched groan from Ian. Still unconscious, he curled up in pain, his legs closing tightly.

        Allie still remained silent. "Allie, baby," I said, my voice surprisingly calm, "Is it possible for you to tell us what happened? We really need to know."

        She bit her lip, obviously hesitant. "Well," she began softly, "we started dating my freshman year. He was a junior then. He was a friend of my older brother, Luke. My brother wasn't too happy about it at first, but Ian was sweet to me, so he allowed it. Around his graduation, though, he started getting rather...aggressive. It started small, he'd get kinda angry over stupid things, like me going to a party. He said I wasn't allowed to go to parties because other guys would be there. Every so often, he would shove me around, grab me hard enough to leave small bruises, things like that. Twice, he got angry enough that he slapped me. But both times he almost immediately started begging for forgiveness. A day or so before he left for college he...he actually punched me. In the face. I had gone to a party with my best friend, Logan, even though I wasn't allowed to go since guys would be there. Ian was beyond mad. He didn't even apologize this time. I left almost immediately and told my brother. Naturally, Luke was livid. By the time we got back to Ian's apartment, he was gone, headed for his flight here to Chicago."

        By this point, all of us were fuming. Me especially. I wanted to wring the twerp's neck for touching Allie.

        We all turned as we heard a groan come from Ian. He sat up, one hand to his head and the other to his balls. Bree wasted no time and gave his a sharp kick to the head with the heel of ther 3-inch heeled boot. "Asshole," she muttered as his body dropped again.

        Mitchell looked questioningly at Allie. "Why was Ian here?"

        "He was at Walgreen's," she responded, "He was the one who filled Damian's prescription. He must have followed me home."

        "Why did you break down like that when the painting was cut?" Ty asked, oblivious to his insensitivity.

        Allie's eyes watered again. "M-my...my dad painted it...b-before he died. T-that painting is so special to me, a-and Ian ruined it. Worse, h-he used the pocket knife I gave him."

        I felt my blood boil in anger - no, fury. Not only did Ian hurt Allie, but he destroyed something precious to her. I stood up to leave, knowing I had to get out of there before i exploded and killed the man. Allie's grip on my hand tightened, however, and I looked down at her. She looked almost desperate for me not to leave.

        She lightly tugged on my arm, begging with her eyes for me to stay. Sighing, I sat back down, but her tugging persisted. Giving her a small smile, I moved and laid down with her, pulling her to my chest. I ran my fingers through her hair, making her relax in my arms.

        "I think we should go to the police," Mitchell suggested, "Ian should be reported for domestic violence and damage of personal property."

        Ty and Bree quickly voiced their agreements. I looked down at Allie, who was already looking up at me. "What do you think, darling?" I asked her softly, "Do you feel like going through police questioning? Are you up for it?"

        She nodded. "This needs to be done," she said, her voice steady and firm.

        I smiled and nodded, kissing her forehead. "Then let's go lock this bastard away."