scoring you

Chapter 28

Aiden

I drove so fast that I probably passed a million red traffic lights.

The guy responsible for Alyssa's tears is banging on an enclosed bathroom door when I reach the top bedroom.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR SLUT!" He screeches

I waste no time, running up to face him and punching him straight in the middle of his face, right on the bone of his nose I barley hear the crunching sound and the spray of blood all over his ugly face.

"Your going to fucking wish you never laid hands on her!" I say biting through the anger.

Who would hurt Alyssa? How is someone capable of it?

I'd kill every man who ever tried to hurt her if I could, but I can't so instead I'll just beat the living shit out of them.

I can practically smell the weed and alcohol lingering on him as I continue punching.

"Fuck- fuck man- I- I didn't know," he tries to say, spluttering blood on his clothing in the process.

I hang him up against the wall with my bare hands, "what?" I spit, "didn't know what?"

"That she has a boyfriend! She was practically passing herself over to me!" He defends.

I punch him in the stomach, "shut-" I punch him again, "the-" again, "fuck," again, "up!" I sneer, "don't you dare say that about her again or any other girl for that matter, pick on someone your own size see how you go."

I throw him to the ground with one final kick, leaving him tangled in a defenseless stand.

I knock on the bathroom door quietly as to not disturb her, "Alyssa?" I ask, "It's Aiden."

A second later a blonde head pocks out of the door, mascara is dripping down her face and her clothes are a tangled mess.

"Aiden?" She asks softly.

"Yes, Alyssa?" I ask taking a step closer.

"Thank you," she takes a step closer, "for everything," then she wraps her arms around me enclosing me into a warm hug. I don't even care that she is getting makeup all over my white shirt because when we wrap our arms around each other all I can think about is her.

Because I love her.

I love her.

I mean I knew I liked her- really liked her. Maybe I even loved her once but it's been so long, but I think I've always loved her, I never stopped.

I cup her cheeks my heart shattering as I pull away from the hug, "what did he do to you Alyssa?" I ask seriously, "did he hurt you?"

She shakes her head looking at the blood splatters on the carpet, "no, no he didn't, b- but-"

"But what Alyssa?"

She whispers, not looking in my eyes but I can see her bottom lip quiver, "h- he said I was asking for it, am I?" She asks the last part so quietly that I could hardly hear it.

My jaw clenches, I join our hands together, "no, your not Alyssa. Do you hear me?" I ask as she look at me with sad blue eyes,  "you didn't ask for this, your perfect, okay?"

"I wouldn't be to sure about that," she says.

"Well I am," I say, "and I don't lie, not to you."

Something unidentified floods over the features of her eyes, something that looks a lot like guilt, "I know," she whispers.

"I'm not sure if you do," I whisper.

She blinks, "I know you would never lie to me."

"And what does that mean?" I ask patiently.