Melatonin- Bucky X OC Love Story

Chapter 2

Violet woke up to a pounding on her door, she knew it had to be Taylor but hoped the chain and the bar were enough to keep him out. But then she heard the door break open, she jumped up and grabbed her phone, rushing out the window to the fire escape, feeling the cold snowy metal on her feet as her back pressed against the cold brick.

"Already with those men I see." Taylor yelled as he ransacked their apartment. Violet was dead silent outside the window, her hand over her mouth to quiet her panicked breathing. Her heart was racing so fast she was sure it would explode any second.

"This bitch thinks I can't find her." She heard Taylor say in a huff as he sat himself at the kitchen table and pulled out his phone. He called Violet first, luckily her phone was on mute so the vibrations wouldn't wake her up. When she didn't answer he made another call.

"Hey, John. Nah, I'm good. I can't find Violet though, think tomorrow we can track her phone? Awesome, thanks man. I'll be at home in case she makes it home safe." Taylor said. Violet panicked and slowly climbed down the fire escape until she felt her bare feet touch the cold snowy sidewalk. She hid in the alley under her window, luckily she was on the 5th floor so he wouldn't hear her on the phone. She didn't have any friends or family to call so she called Clint, she didn't want to but she needed help. She had a brother that she knew would always show up, but she hated to bother him, she knew if she called her brother he would go ballistic on Taylor.

"Hello?" A woman's voice answered, Violet panicked. "I'm sorry, wrong number." Violet said before hanging up quickly.

Violet felt her heartbeat in her throat, pounding away, like she could cry at any moment. She didn't want to call the men, but she didn't have anyone else and they all seemed nice enough. She scrolled through her contacts, finding Steve's number and dialing it before she had the time to change her mind.

"Steve Rogers." He answered in a sleepy but stern voice.

"Hi, it's Violet. I'm sorry to call so late." She said shyly.

"Not at all, are you okay?" He asked, he sounded much more awake now, Violet felt bad for calling so late but she knew Taylor would be waiting at her apartment for her.

"He's in my apartment.." Violet replied.

"Go somewhere that's open and text me the address." Steve said, she could hear him shuffling and assumed he was getting up and getting dressed, she felt even worse. She didn't have somewhere safe he could take her, she thought about hanging up and just going to a homeless shelter.

"Okay, there's a diner right across the street." Violet said as she crossed the street to head inside.

"Sit at a table by other people, I'll be there soon." Steve said before hanging up.

Violet sat alone in a booth, a large group of teenagers in the booth behind her. They sounded like they'd been sneaking their parents alcohol, she couldn't help but laugh as they giggled and slurred their words. She sipped on a hot cup of coffee the waitress had given her, she saw Violet shivering in the booth. Wearing only a thin long sleeve red shirt and a red and black plaid pair of shorts. She had no socks, no shoes and no coat but it was the dead of winter.

"How'd I know I'd find you here." She heard Taylor say from behind her, she whipped her head back to see Taylor. He took a seat next to her, cornering her in the booth, he took ahold of her thigh, squeezing it so hard she was convinced it would pop. She could already feel there would be a bruise tomorrow, his short fingernails dug into the inside of her thigh where the faint white scars lie.

"Please leave me alone." She pleaded quietly, hoping wherever Steve was he was close.

"We're not done until I say we're done." Taylor mumbled, leaning in further. His somehow impossibly tight grip on her thigh got even tighter and his nails dug further into her inner thigh. She felt him break the skin and could feel a warm trail of blood slide down her thigh onto the booth.