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7| Your Worst Fear

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Y/n's pov

I couldn't sleep and I had to clear my mind. It was raining heavily outside and I felt the weather pulling me to the front door. It was 4am. I opened the steamed window to take a closer look. The streets were empty and the rain dropping was the only thing I could hear. I changed into a hoodie, a pair of biker shorts and put on my sneakers. As soon as I went outside I got soaked from the water.

I had been running for 35 minutes and I somehow managed to get lost. I started looking around for familiar buildings or maybe shops. The only things I was noticing were that the weather had aggravated, it was pitch black and the only lamp that was working was at the end of the street. I started panicking and panting. My only hope was to got the same path that I used to get here.

On my way back a stranger with a bottle of beer in his hand approached me.

'Hey, beautiful!' he yelled.

I tried not to pay attention to him. I increased the volume on my headphones.

'Hey, I'm talking to you!' He started walking faster towards me. 'You little slut! You don't ignore a person talking to you,' he exclaimed.

'I'm sorry, I just really need to get home,' I said politely, while trying to smile at him.

'You're not going anywhere.' He grabbed me by the arm and stroked my hair behind my ear. 'Now, be a good girl and tell me your name.'

My breaths became shorter and more frequent. 'Please, leave me alone...' I begged.

'Shut your mouth, whore.' He tried hitting me with the bottle in his hand, but it missed me by an inch. That caused him to trip over me.

'Get off of me!'

He managed to stand up and then started pulling me towards a dark alley, while having his hand on my waist. I hit him between the legs and punch him in the ribs, but despite my best efforts he wouldn't stop.

'Looks like we've got a fighter.'

'Please... don't! Please, let me go! I'll give you anything!' He wouldn't stop. 'Help!' I cried out. He was unbothered and started throwing himself at me. I closed my eyes. I didn't dare look.

Seconds passed and I couldn't feel him on top of me anymore. I opened my eyes. His helpless body was on the floor and Mr. Dale was standing over him, punching him over and over again. Right in the face. He picked him up by the throat and pinned him to a wall.

'What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? If you dare touch her again I'll slit your throat open. Got it?' He sounded frustrated and angry. 'I have a short temper and I know you don't want to find out what happens, when I fully loose it.'

'Who the hell do you think you are?' the guy had to nerve to ask him.

'I'm your worst fear,' he said as he reached for his gun, that was tucked under his shirt, and pointed it at the other person's head.

'Pff. That's not even real,' he chuckled.

'Are you sure you want to find out?' He cocked it right in front of him.

The other man's expression changed in seconds.

'Now get lost and don't let me see your face, again.'

This was a side of him I had never seen. Why would he keep a gun on him?

'Let's go.' He placed his hand gently on my waist, leading me to his apartment. How did I even manage to get lost there?

Nathan's pov

I wasn't able to get much sleep, so I decided to do something productive. I got to my car and went over to the gym. This was my way of relaxing and running away from my problems. You could tell I had spend a lot of time there, hiding away from the rest of the world.

It was now 3:25am and I had to go back home.

As soon as I arrived I hopped in the shower. I hated getting my hair wet. I look like a wet dog before styling it. I turned off the shower and went to my bedroom. One towel was tied to my waist and the other one was sitting on my neck. After drying off I could feel that I had wasted the unneeded energy and I was finally ready to go to bed.

Or so I thought.

I heard grunting and yelling from outside of the building. I looked through the curtains. 'What the fuck?' I whispered. What is y/n doing here? I put on a shirt, a pair of grey sweatpants and checked if there are any cartridges left in my pistol, then tucked it in my waistband. It was an unpractical thing to do, but I didn't have enough time to think wisely and take my holster. I barely go anywhere without my gun.

There was a pissed man trying to take her clothes off. She didn't seem to be enjoying it at all. As I got closer, I could smell the alcohol on him. Or it was maybe that he hadn't taken a shower in weeks. One of the two. 'What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? If you dare touched her again, I'll slit your throat open. Got it?' I wanted to kill the motherfucker. This isn't some place to rape innocent girls. 'I have a short temper and I know you don't want to find out what happens, when I fully loose it.'

'Who the hell do you think you are?' the bastard had to nerve to ask me.

'I'm your worst fear,' I said as I reached for my gun and pointed it at his head.

'Pff. That's not even real.'

'Are you sure you want to find out?' I cocked it right in front of him.

He started shaking.

'Now get lost and don't let me see your face.' He ran like a scared child not knowing where his mother went. God knows what would've happened if I didn't show up in time.

'Let's go.' I placed my hand behind her waist, barely touching her, leading her to my apartment. I didn't want to cause her any more supernumerary stress.

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