Every Night Is Another Story

Chapter 12

Becky is trying to stay out of the way. Her hands in fists inside the pocket of her slacks, leaning against the hood of her car watching the Flair’s deal with the police about what just transpired, the restaurant had provided coffee for those involved which sat next to her untouched and cold.

She already talked to the police about what happened, now it was time for the Flair family to deal the situation seeing as they had more history of the situation. She was trying to give Charlotte space, even when everything in her kept telling her to go be next to her, but she had her family now, so she settled with watching her from afar. Truth to be told she didn’t want her out of her sight, not after tonight.

She honestly half expected Charlotte to have a panic attack or something, but to her surprise she appeared calm, one of her hands holding her mothers, while his dad had a protective arm around her waist. The blonde kept glancing to the redhead every once in a while as if making sure she was still there, guess she wasn’t the only who didn’t want to be alone.

At this point Becky had already texted Paige about what happened already knowing Natalya would be with her. She asked her to take her of the shop tomorrow and asked Natalya if you could cover Charlotte on the gala planning at least tomorrow. Thankfully since it was a day before the gala very minimum work needed to be done, only details needed to be adjusted.

When her eyes meet Charlotte’s, the light within her turns into fire, she thinks back to the way Charlotte’s hair felt in between her fingers as she brushed it away, to the warmth of the blonde’s laugh when she was tickling her, to how the butterflies in her stomach fluttered to life when Charlotte was close. Becky can't fathom how anyone could mistreat her, how anyone could lay a hand on someone they claim to love, and it makes the anger appear all over again, until a small smile appears on the blonde’s face and gives the redhead a small waive with her free hand.

Biting her lip and feeling her heart beating out of her chest, she looks away and sits on the hood of her car, opening and closing her right hand and looking at her knuckles. The memory of what just happened still fresh in her mind.

“Bram”

As soon as she hears that name and the fear on Charlotte’s tone she doesn’t think twice before putting herself exactly on his way, keeping the blonde behind her, reaching back until she can feel Charlotte’s hand on hers.

Bram walking towards them with anger in his eyes.

“You bitch !” He yells as soon as he’s close enough, covering the distance between them in large strides, “You fucking bitch .”

Ric springs to action before anyone snaps out of it, shouldering Bram and pushing him away. But there’s no stopping someone as aggressive as him,  Becky can see it from where she stands, Bram is not backing down..

“You get a fucking restraining order and then run away to fuck some bitch.” Bram spits, struggling to make it past Ric, looking directly at the blonde “I’ll teach you a lesson you will never forget.” Becky tugs the blonde closer behind her and feels her hand shaking in hers “You have no idea what I’ll do to you.”

In a instant the blondes mother stand besides Becky, the both of them covering her with their bodies, protecting her from him, almost hiding her. From the distance she can hear someone calling 911, bit her eyes never leave the man in front of them.

He keeps trying to walk past Ric, but the blonde’s father keeps pushing him back. “Walk away son.”

“Let me pass.” Bram says.

“You have a restraining order son, don’t make this harder on yourself.” Ric says to him trying to remain calm, still holding him back.

Becky can feel the way the blonde is clinging to her as silently begging her to not let go, the redhead turns her head to the side, her sight still on Bram, but her hold on Charlotte’s hand get tighter letting her know she’s still there. “You’ll be okay, He’s not getting near you, I won’t let him ok?” From the corner of her eyes she can see the blonde slightly nodding.

“I won’t have that bitch running away from about me,” Bram his eyes still locked on Charlotte “Don’t think I came all the way here just to leave a bruise? This time I’m not holding back.”

Becky remembers Charlotte’s smile from earlier and she’ll be damn if she has to stand by watching someone else insult the blonde and make fear for her life. The blonde tugging her closer by her arm, which helps to fuel Becky’s anger and protectiveness.  So as hard as it is, Becky walks away from Charlotte and towards the aggressor.

“You need to leave.”

Her voice seems snap Bram out of his trance as his eyes leave Charlotte’s and looks at her. Every muscle in her is alight with a barely controlled anger, her closed fist being the only sign of it.

Bram scoffs, pushing Ric away from him as he looks at the blonde again,”See this is why I came, you are fucking some dyke, she will never satisfy you. And you wonder why I beat you, this kind of behavior is unacceptable.”

Pain shoots from her knuckles straight to her shoulder, a surge of adrenaline coursing through her entire body. She sees him fall back, clasping his nose between his hands, bright red blood trickling to his lips. Becky grabs him from his shirt pushing him into the ground  “I said you need to leave.” She spits out. Blue and red lights appearing from the corner of her eyes.

She keeps watching her hand, the adrenaline leaving her the moment the cops cuffed her. Her knuckles hurt like hell and she can already see the bruising and the slight swelling in them. She opens and closes one more time before sighing and wiping at her face. She wanted to give Charlotte space to deal with the situation they way she wanted it too. But deep down she know part of her decision was that feeling of regret, regret at losing her temper, regret that the blonde had to see her like that. So Becky gave Charlotte space.

The blonde didn’t want space. She wanted to be closer to Becky, she wanted to feel safe and protected and being in Becky’s arms provided her with those feelings every time. So she didn’t want space, she wanted closeness. So get closer to her is what she did.

Hearing steps coming closer and closer Becky looks up and stares directly and the blonde “I shouldn’t have done that...” Becky starts to apologize except she gets interrupted by a blonde boulder tumbling into her, wrapping her arms around the redhead, rests her head on her shoulder.

Becky holds her close, an arm around her shoulders, her still fingers in her blonde hair.

“How are you?” Becky aks softly, against Charlotte’s hair.

“How am I? You are the one with bruise knuckles.” Charlotte teases, pulling away just enough to take Becky’s hand on her own inspecting it.

“About that.” Becky starts looking at their hands  “I’m sorry you had to see that, I shouldn’t have lost my head like that.”

“He deserved that.” She says without hesitation. “He deserves worst than that.”

“Doesn’t justify what I did.” Becky whispered.

“Becks, you were protecting me, if you hadn’t do that…” Charlotte let out a breath, one of her hands holding the redhead’s jaw delicately pushing it out so she could look at her. “If you hadn’t I don’t know what could’ve happened.” She finished, closing the distance between them and placing her head in Becky’s shoulder.

“Let’s go home.” She said against Becky’s neck.

“Your parents?”

“I already talked to them, I’m going with you. I really don’t want to be away from you right now.”

Becky nodded and held Charlotte tighter. “Let’s go home then.”