A Distant Memory

Chapter 34 - Fighting (for you)

"Mommy I don't feel too good" she complained, she was sick and was having a high fever. "I know, honey. But guess what? Dr. Lucy is coming over!" I smiled at the last part, always speaking to her in a soothing tone.

Dr. Lucy was a friend of mine I met in high school, she graduated her and I often called her when Rose was sick since I knew that she was in good hands. Lucy was already in her way up and would be here in no time. 

I had a meeting in a bar but it was cancelled last minute, I decided to stay a bit because why not?

Bad, bad idea.

A strong man kept hitting on me and after several times of me telling him that I had a boyfriend, he slapped me across the face and tried to choke me, he was kicked out by the owner and banned permanently. He was drunk, and before finally leaving he called me a 'stuck up bitch'. A random girl offered me ride, she said that I should go to the police but I knew how the press would be after this. I didn't want anymore drama. I told her to drop me off at my boyfriend's house.

My face was sore but I definitely had felt worse pain. I didn't want to be in my apartment and Lucy said that she could stay over, so I went to Marko's place, I just wanted him to hold me. Looking back and knowing how... protective he can get, it wasn't my brightest idea.

I knocked on his door, my tears had dried up. It was cold and I was shivering, the little dress I had on didn't do much. Anderson's hair was ruffled, his eyes filled with worry as he saw me in that state, vulnerable and hurt. He had grey sweatpants hanging low, with his torso exposed. He moved aside and I walked in.

Marko ran away to his living room and gave me a blanket, all while my eyes never left him, I was glued to the floor.

Anderson covered me with the blanket and warmed me up with his hands, slowly I stopped shivering. His worried look never left him. Once he noticed that I wasn't shivering  anymore he cupped my cheek and I flinched away, all I could think of was that man's... touch.

My boyfriend looked hurt and I hated that I caused that for him, but at the same time I couldn't help it.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice wavered and that was enough to unleash a trillion tears that I didn't know I was holding in. 

I hugged myself and that was when he hugged me, this time I didn't flinch, I let myself melt into his touch, into him.

After about ten minutes of me crying and Anderson holding me, we had moved to the couch. I physically could not let anymore tears out and he went to fetch me a hot cocoa.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked. I nodded, he waited patiently for me to continue and I could talk about it. "I went to a bar, this... guy kept asking for my number. I told him that I had a boyfriend but he didn't stop until..." my breath clogged in my throat and I couldn't make words come out anymore. Anderson's eyes darkened, he clenched his jaw and balled up his fists.

"What did he do to you?" he muttered, I even got scared of the tone he used, so calm but so... deadly.

"He slapped me, he tried to uhm... choke me and called me a stuck up bitch. But they kicked him out and banned him." I mumbled. He nodded in understandment.

Marko stood up and my eyes were glued to his face. "Where did this happen?" he muttered out through gritted teeth, "Batcave" 

He nodded once again as he took in what I had just told him, when he turned around my following words stopped him, I stood up.

"What are you gonna do, Marko?" fear invaded me, I had never seen him in this state and it was quite frightening. "Don't you worry, hermosa. I'm gonna take care of things. Would you watch Eve for me?" he spoke with his back to me. I nodded, "okay" I mumbled. I went upstairs and when I arrived to the second floor, the door was slammed shut.

I sighed and went into Evie's room, I pecked her forehead and changed into one of Anderson's t-shirts to sleep. 

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Marko Anderson's pov

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I found the pathetic excuse of a man smoking a cigarette on the side of the road. Fury invaded me and I punched him square in the face, reopening my cuts. I didn't care though, I didn't feel anything but absolute rage.

I had gone over to the bar and the owner told me everything that I needed to know about him

"What the fuck, man?!" he rubbed his jaw in pain. I balled up my fists and grabbed him by the collar, I pinned him against the wall.

"When a girl says that she has a boyfriend, you leave her the fuck alone." I spat out. Not in the figurative manner, I mean I genuinely spat at the guy. 

"Shit man, she was your girl? I'm sorry, with that little dress she was asking for it." He drunkenly chuckled like this was all some little joke. I slapped him across the face as hard as my body would let me, his lip started bleeding. "Say that again?" I panted.

"The slut was as-" I stopped him by switching my hold of him from his collar to his neck, choking him.

"Doesn't feel good now, does it?" I questioned through gritted teeth. He tried to say something but his lack of an air supply didn't allow him to. I dropped him and he fell harsh on the floor.

He started to gasp for air, but that wasn't enough. 

"What's your name?" I looked down to him, like he was dirt under my shoes. He was dirt under my shoes.

"T-Trent" he panted, I kicked his stomach, harsh. "With that fat stomach you're asking for it"

I kicked him again, and again, and again.

"Enough!" a familiar voice called out; Jackson.

I turned to him, panting. "What happened?" he approached us. I looked down at Trent and he was unconscious.

"He put his hands on Olivia" I panted. Jackson approached Trent slowly and gave him one final kick to the nose, breaking it. "There, I'll cover this shit up but we have to go. Now"

I nodded in agreement and we left.

I found Olivia sleeping in my bed with my t-shirt. I smiled to myself and pecked the top of her head. Carefully, I got into the bed with her and held her by the waist, she pressed herself against me and I moved her hair away from her face.

"What are you doing to me?"