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"I want you" Zack said licking his lips and looking down then back at me.
I clutched my phone tight in my hand my my knuckles go yellow. "I'm warning you, Zack" I said and he smirked "Warning you won't be able to stop if we start" He pushed me harder against the door, and my elbows got scratched. I had enough and so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I brought my knee up and hit him hard where the sun doesn't shine, which made Zack fall to the floor in pain. Bryan's car light came in view and I saw him getting out of the car and running toward . I hit Zack hard in the stomach with my shoe and tried to walk toward Bryan, but Zack grabbed my wrist and twisted it. I winced in pain and suddenly felt strong arms releasing me from Zack's grip, I looked behind me and Bryan was punching Zack. I took the bag from Bryan, so it wouldn't keep slipping while he fought. Zack deserved it, you can't do that to anyone anywhere. Only if there asking for it...verbally.
Chloe came out and screamed, I went over to her and explained everything, then she nodded and tried stopping Bryan. I got my things from inside and Talia woke up. She raised an eye brow in confusion and I told her to go back to sleep, I turned the TV off and Chloe had finally stopped Bryan from hitting him. Zack was now bleeding, but nothing serious so we were good. Bryan told me I'm not spending the night here, and I nodded. I hugged Chloe bye, she said she'd tell the girls whatever the wanted to know. I got in Bryan's car and Chloe shut the door in front of Zack, and shouted something. Bryan came to the car with my shoes and sleeping bag, I'd forgotten to take it. He put them in the trunk and sat down in the car.
He tapped his thumb on the staring wheel impatiently, then looked at me and gave a sincere smile. "You ok?" He asked, I nodded. He pressed his lip together and they turned yellow from how hard he pressed. My hands urged to stop him from doing that, but I controlled myself.
Bryan cleared his throat and started "Ashley, I.." He said and reached for my hands, he held them in his and even though his touch was soft and light, I winced feeling pain in my wrist. Bryan looked at my wrist the same time I did, and there were big red hand marks on them, and the one Zack yanked on was bleeding a little.
"Ashley! We need to get you home" He said and started the car quickly, letting go of my hands. I noticed some blood had stained on his car seat.
"Oh my god Bryan I'm sorry" I said grabbing the tissue box and trying to get the blood off with the tissue, but it was no use.
"Forget about it, it's just a car" He said and stopped me from wiping the seat, he put the box back in the side pocket and helped me stop the blood from spilling with a tissue. I tried lightly to clean the bleeding but it hurt to touch and I winced a little every time, Bryan put his hand on my thigh and moved it up and down my thigh comforting me. He did all that while driving.
When we got home, Bryan quickly unlocked the door to his house and went inside running upstairs for the medical kit. He came back a second later and told me to sit at the dining table. He got two ice packs and put them both on each my wrists. After he had cleaned the blood, he got a band-aid and put it carefully on the bleeding part. Then he went to throw the bloody tissues and came back.
He put the chair in front of me and sat down, then her took my hand slowly making sure he didn't touch the injured part, and held it in his grip. I was looking at him and then he looked up at me. My legs were between his legs, and he was kneeling down on his elbows holding my hand. We were really close, the small amount of distance between us made my heart flutter a bit, I started breathing a bit louder.
"Thank you" I said laughing a little
"Since when do we follow formalities" He said not moving his gaze from me
"Since this started" I whispered, but Bryan heard me. I tried stopping that from coming out but it didn't work. Bryan was about to say something, but then he looked away.
"Um, where's everyone?" I said looking around. Bryan got up and leaned on the fancy cupboards.
"There all sleeping, it's 3 am" Bryan said laughing
"Oh, yeah, um...okay then I think we should go and get some sleep as well" I said getting up quickly and walking to the door.
"Oh, okay, then I guess we'll...I'll see you tomorrow" coming to the door. I gave a slight smile and went he waved bye at me and closed the door. I went upstairs to the door that leads straight to my room.
When I entered I saw my lights were all open and dad was sitting on my desk. He looked really unhappy and checked his watch.
"Young lady it is not acceptable for you to come home this late. It is 3 in the morning, where the hell were you?" He asked, I closed my eyes shut for a minute hoping he was just in my thoughts, but when I opened them again he was still there. I sighed.
"Dad didn't mom tell you I was at a sleepover" I asked
"Yes she did, but she did not mention you'd come home this late like.." Then he noticed my red wrists. "Ashley, my goodness what happened to your wrists!" He exclaimed.
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After explaining everything in detail all dad said was "Well see, Bryan isn't that bad. He did you such a huge favor anyways coming at 2 am bringing your bag, and then he got into a fight for you and helped you clean up your injury" Dad said defending Bryan for no reason.
"Ok Dad, can we both now please get some sleep" I asked tapping my foot impatiently. Dad nodded realizing what time it was and hugged my goodnight and went downstairs to sleep. I changed into my pajamas and lay in bed. After a couple seconds I completely zoned out exhausted.
What a day for Ashley, wait never mind...what a night for Ashley. Keep reading people, and don't forget to vote if you're liking where this story is going. Oh and are you guys keen on reading Bryan's pov, if so let me know on insta or here in the comments. Mwah!
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