Like A Drug ✔️

Chapter 36

Charles Barnes

I. Was. Going. To. Kill. Trevor.

No sarcasm.

I will kill him for daring to touch what was mine. Even she never agreed to be mine, in my brain she had been mine since the first time I thrusted my dick inside her sweet tight pussy. But then I hadn't noticed it, a one time turned into an addiction.

A one time things turned into feelings I've never felt or can describe.

Seeing her bruised and swollen skin felt like a punch in the guts. I hadn't been here, I had been home. I had watched every fucking stream to watch her but I hadn't fucking been there.

If I had been there I could off stoped him from touching her.

At least she had showed every way that he had harmed her.
Her skin was blue and green but that was it. It would fade from her skin, but it would be in her mind for a very long time.

I was going to stand by her side through it.

If he had touched her in any other way.. if he touched her in any other way she would of told me.

"Why are you so tense?" Max asked while nudging into my shoulder from where he sat on the right side of me in the couch in front of the TV.

"I'm not." Leaning back on the couch and taking my phone into my lap with the phone screen up so I could see if she texted me and needed anything.

"Why where you checking your phone every two minute?" Shaking my head while letting out a chuckle, if he only know how his sister's body looked right now. But I didn't say anything to him, it wasn't my secret to tell. If she wanted to keep it to herself then I will let her even if I want her to tell someone or let me tell someone so Trevor could get what he fucking deserve.

"Wait, have you gotten yourself a girlfriend when we were in New York?"

I wish. And I wish it was his sister. I have told her that I love her six times so she understands, I don't know what she feels for me more then that she feel something.

Something that isn't hate, it's something else but she isn't letting it through. I don't care if she don't love me, all I want for her is to feel loved even if it took years for her to say the words 'I love you'. I don't care if she doesn't say it to me, as long as the person she says it to will be good to her and make her feel safe for all eternity.

"Did you?!" Max lifted his back from the couch and looked at me, his blonde hair dangling in front of his eyes before he pulled it back with his hand.

"No." I muttered while looking out through the window on my right.

The sun was high, it had been a few hours since I was up at Maddison's room and she still hadn't came down or even texted me. Still fighting the urge to either walk up to her room and check on her and make sure that she is fine or something and fighting the urge to take my car to her fucking ex and beat him up for touching her.

"I should go up and check on Maddison, she seemed off earlier." Max said, placing the pink pillow that earlier was in his lap to the side off him on the white couch.

"She seemed fine when I meet her in the corridor outside her room." I shrugged. Damn I was inside her room and saw every fucking thing.

"Your probably right but-"

"She is just tired." Knowing damn well it wasn't just that she was tired, she had been fucking beaten up and I wasn't even there to help.

I stood up from the couch and pushed my phone down in my back pocket after one last check if she had texted or called, she hadn't. "Where are you going?"