And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 23 - A Knife Before 5am

Walking from the Uber to inside the lobby, Rhea had a tight grip on my wrist. It was genuinely like she was walking an angry dog or something. Like she was just pulling me along.

Inside the elevator, as soon as the doors closed, Rhea pushed my front into the wall and pressed her body against mine. "Are you going to apologise to me for saying that back there, Flo?" She said, pressing on the back of my neck, cheek cold against the wall.

I slowly shook my head. I knew what I wanted, and I knew how to get it. There wasn't anything wrong with that.

The door opened and she pulled me out and walking down the hall. I was looking down and distracted on my feet to not fall over when Rhea let go of my hand.

No, she was forced to let go because someone had tackled her into the wall. Darting past my shoulder to run inside the elevator. They faced away and I couldn't see who it was, they were dressed in complete back.

"Rhea!" I grabbed her cheeks, checking to see if she was alright. She was falling down the wall, hand on her side and panting. Groaning. She was in pain. "What... I don't-" I looked back towards the closing elevator. "Who- Are you alright? Rhea?"

Rhea huffed in anger and pain, still holding onto her side. She was breathing so heavy, and blinking through the pain I'm sure she was feeling.

"Let me see." I whispered, trying to pry her hands away from her side. "Rhea!" I shouted when she wouldn't take them away.

She pulled them away and looked to the roof to try and breathe through it.

There was a blood stain through her shirt. Her ripped or cut shirt. He cut her? I lifted up her shirt to find a decent gash on her stomach, blood dripping from it. "Oh, Rhea." My eyes closed.

"He had a fucking knife, Flo." Rhea panted out, putting her hands back on the spot on her side.

My heart beating fast, I didn't even know what to do. "Let me call an ambulance."

I went to pull out my phone but Rhea pushed it away. I looked at her with confusion. "I'm fine. I don't need that." She grumbled. "Help me up."

Hesitating I helped her up, and she looked around quickly before going where we were meant to be, towards my room. I unlocked my door and helped her get inside. "It needs to be cleaned, Rhea." I said, finding a small first aid kit I always packed with me.

Because you never know when you're going to be attacked with a knife.

"Take your shirt off." I told her. "Quickly, Rhea." I said, grabbing everything I'll need.

Rhea was cursing under her breath when she slowly took her shirt off, leaving her in a black sports bra.

I wiped at the gash with a wet towel and cleaned it the best I could. "I don't know who that was, Rhea. We should call the police." I said when she seemed to have calmed down. Well, she was silent anyway.

"Fuck the police, Flo. I'm going to kill them. What if they attacked you." Rhea said angrily, very loudly.

"But they didn't. They attacked you." I replied. "It felt... targeted Rhea. This is getting scary." I whispered, voice cracking.

Rhea shook her head, squirming and whimpering when I applied some gel to it. "You're staying with me until I figure out who the fuck they think they are." Rhea panted out, struggling with the sting I'm sure she was having.

I hated how angry she was. How scared I was. "I thought you liked pain." I said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Shut the fuck up." Rhea snapped down at me.