Mattheo's grip on your arm thightens.
"Fuck you're hurting me, let go," you scream and he covers your mouth with his hand.
"I not want to," all of his words a slurred. He pushes you against the wall nearby. You try to get him off you but fail as he is much stronger than you are.
He puts his other hand around your throat almost choking you. You try to bite his hand that covers your mouth but he just smirks as you do and doesn't let go.
"I have power, you not," he says and you can smell all the different kinds of alcohol he must have consumed. You feel nauseous.
As his hand lets go of your throat you feel relieved but only for a second before he slips his hand underneath your dress. You try to fight him. Using every strength you got left to move your body away from him. You manage to get him to pull his hands out of your dress but he still holds you in place. Tears streaming down your face as you feel helpless.
Without a warning someone slams Mattheo into the ground. You can see how the person kneels down and presses his head to the ground.
"If you do that one more time, no actually, if you get close to her or even look her way one more time, you are a dead man, Riddle."
You recognize Charlie's voice immediatly. He kicks Mattheo one more time into the stomach before he turns around to you.
"How bad did he hurt you?", he asks his voice entirely changed. Instead of answering you break down. The alcohol and what just happened kicks in. Charlie picks you up and carries you to his bedroom. He lays you down on his bed and lays down beside you.
"It is going to be alright, love. I will make sure he is never going to hurt you again," he promises as he kisses your forhead and gently strokes your hair.
