Her Escape

Chapter 8

Anger

"At some point, it doesn't matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it." – Jonathan Trooper

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Chase P.O.V

"No!"

The cool sheets rustled under my weight as I felt around the nightstand for my phone. I had drawn the curtains before coming to bed last night with the intention of sleeping until noon at least. There's no way it was that late already.

"Please... stop – I'm sorry."

Looks like that's not happening, I groaned. The bright letters on my phone read 6:49 AM.

"I'm sorry..."

What the fuck was that noise? Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I blinked a few time, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It was still early for Olivia to be up, and the voice sounded older – more mature. In fact, it sounded a lot like Lexie's. But why would she be here?

My memories were a little blurry, and the last thing I remember clearly, is the fight and kicking Donavan's ass. Darius decided to invite a couple of people back to his place after, where there was lots of alcohol involved. I'm pretty sure there was a also girl or two involved, but I can't be certain.

Then, bits and pieces of last night started coming back to me - Lexie still being awake when I got back and her lecturing me, a few inappropriate jokes, and a tug of war with her purse.

"You're hurting me."

I quickly snapped out of it mind went into overdrive when I heard the last muffled sounds. I pushed the covers off me and sprang out of bed. My feet hit the cold hardwood floor, and they involuntarily carried me towards the walk-in closet where I kept a baseball bat tucked away in case of emergency.

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, the muffled sounds because increasingly louder and it sounded like someone was crying inside the quest bedroom. Gripping the bat tighter, I took quiet steps in that direction.

"Ben... please," That was definitely Lexie's voice. The question is, who the fuck is this Ben dude, and why is she begging him to stop? "Stop."

I seriously hope I'm not about to walk in on some weird kinky foreplay, I shuddered at the thought. Pushing the guest bedroom door open, I quickly scanned the room for any signs of an intruder. However, there was no one on the room except for Lexie. 

"No!" There was a gentle tug in my heart as I walked the short distance towards the bed. Lexie was laying in the middle of it, the sheets tangled around her small frame, as she trashed around – violently swinging her arms out.

As I got closer, I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks and the way her face was scrunched up in fear and... anger. "Lexie," I called out, stopping at the edge of the bed.

Nothing.

"Please." She whimpered.

"Lexie." I tried again, this time louder. When it became clear that calling her name wasn't going to do anything, I reached out and gently touched her shoulder. My hand had barely touched her when her eyes sprang open and she shot up in bed. Her eyes wildly scanned the room, and when they finally landed on me, I saw her visibly relax.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my eyes searching her face.

"I'm fine." Lexie replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She pulled the sheets all the way up to her neck, gripping them as if her life depended on it. It also looked like she had finally stopped crying, but her cheeks were still wet – streaked with tears from before.