Daddy's Bunny {Book One}

𐙚 ⋮ 14. worlds collide ꒱ ‧₊˚

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ before u read dis chapter !!

tw: mention of abuse,,  assault,,  bad names ( like bitch )

b careful n take care of  urself ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅
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5:51pm Leia~ perfect. seeya then, david.

Now to get to Emma.

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I hear Leia pulling up to the apartment, and I rush to finish putting things in my bag. Logan looks out the window, and he must notice her car, because he starts to stomp toward the bedroom. "WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE?" he starts berating me, and before I know it, I'm trapped in the bedroom. "You're not leaving my sight, you ungrateful skank. What, you're fucking Leia now too? I know she likes little whores like you." I back into the corner and cover my ears. "Please, just let me leave." I beg him, but he's relentless.

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I see Logan watching me out the window of their apartment, fuck. I'm gonna have to break her out of there. I look for anything I can to arm myself and pick her spare apartment key out of my keychain. Now or never. Walking up to the front door, I can feel my blood rushing through my body. I have to do this for Em. I unlock the front door and force my way in, knocking over a chair Logan had used to block me out. I can hear him screaming down the hall, so I make my way toward his voice as quietly as possible. If he lays a hand on her, he's dead.

"You're so ungrateful. You're such a stupid bitch. All the things I do for you. You should be thankful that I let you live here. You don't get along with your mom, so what do I do? I let you move in with me. All my friends look at me weird for being with you, because you're 19. That's what I deal with and I'm still with you, you pathetic little bitch." I can hear Logan screaming at her. I want to scream back at him, but that would be bad for Emma. I hold my keys in my knuckles, thumb on my pepper spray. I make it to the bedroom door, and Emma's eyes land on mine. She's silent, but she goes sheet white. "Back the fuck off of her, right now. You're gonna let me take her right now. Don't make me get the cops involved, Logan." He turns around quickly, I can see he's holding a big flashlight in his hand. "Fucking drop that, if that goes anywhere near Em or I, you'll regret it." He doesn't drop it, he doesn't say a word, he doesn't move. He stares at me like he's going to attack me, but as I shift toward Emma he's totally still; gripping the flashlight and staring daggers. "She's going with me, Logan, okay? You guys need to be apart. I'm tired of seeing her like this." He still says nothing.

"We're leaving now, okay? You're not gonna do a thing about it either, or I'll make sure there's trouble for you." I push Emma behind me as we walk out the door and down the hall. Logan stands in the doorway, gripping the flashlight and staring at us. Emma is bruised, but thankfully none of them are fresh. We make it out the front door to my car and drive off without hesitation. Once the apartment complex is out of view, I pull out my phone.

"What are you doing, Lei?" Em asks me, trying to look at my screen. "Don't worry about it. I'm keeping you safe." I press dial. Her eyes go wide and she grabs my arm, "Please don't. Where am I gonna live? What am I gonna do? Please, Leia, I need him." I grab her wrist gently, rubbing circles on it with my thumb to soothe her. "You don't have to worry about that. Just let me handle this."

"Dayton Police, what is the nature of your call?"

"My name is Leia Ellis, I live at 3705 West Hadley Road in Apartment 26B. I'm just calling to make a report against an individual, Logan Keen, for domestic violence."

"Is Mr. Keen abusing you, ma'am?"

"No, sir, these acts of violence are being committed against a friend. I have physical evidence of this abuse and my friend is willing to submit this evidence."

"Any photo evidence can be submitted to our email. At this time I am happy to help you open a report, and an officer will be in touch shortly regarding this information."

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Em sits on my couch, staring blankly at the tv. A cartoon is on, but I'm not fully paying attention to it. Thankfully, Logan has no idea where I live. On top of that, he smashed Emma's phone, and there is no tracker on the secret phone. I'm worried about her, but confident that something will be done about Logan soon.

"Hey, Em.." I sit down next to her on the couch and put a hand on her back. She doesn't stir, but I continue anyway. "I know everything feels really bad and wrong right now, but I promise it's gonna be okay. I'm gonna make sure that you're safe and cared for, okay? I love you, Em." She leans into me, and I pet her. "It's okay if you can't talk right now, I understand that you're going through a lot. I just wanna say, there's someone coming to see you too, honey." She looks up at me, no words, but I can tell by her eyes that she's wondering what I mean. "I sort of uh, texted David earlier? He seemed pretty worried, and I know I can't really take care of you like you need since I'm a domme, so I maybe sorta asked him to come visit?" Her eyes widen. "From what you've said to me it seems he cares about you, and you guys are definitely good friends, so I just figured it would be helpful for him to be here to lend a hand.. I'm sorry I should have asked you I just-" She leans into me, squeezing me tightly. She doesn't have to say anything, I know she's thankful. I can't help but feel a little jealous, I wish I understood caregiving like David.

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