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25. mail them to your mother

"i'm gonna take you back to my place baby, okay, i'm not taking any chances" gus told me.

i death gripped his arm, not letting go of him for the whole drive.

"no, we have to go back to mine. i can't leave kayla" i told him, "he found your work baby, what if he finds where you live too?" he asked.

"we can't leave her though, especially with him just, around here" i explained to him

"okay boo, but im staying with you guys. if he tries anything he's fucking dead" he stared at the road ahead of him, his eyes going a little dark.

"thank you" i leaned across the center console of his car, cuddling into his arm.

"nothings going to happen to you" he said, as long as i was with him is knew i was safe.

-

we pulled into the parking lot of my building. my chest felt tight as gus put the car in park.

"what is he's out there?" i asked him, sinking back into my seat.

"i'm right here baby, i got you" he said, "okay" i took a deep breath, following him out of the car.

gus was a couple paces behind me while i locked the car.

"there's no security to throw me out here. welcome to your nightmare farrah, i've been watching. i know more than you think"  chris ambushed me again in the parking lot.

"gus!" i shrieked, i heard his footsteps pounding on the pavement.

he didn't say anything, just throwing a punch, his fist connecting with chris' jaw.

"you didn't tell me about your new little boy toy farr, did you know she's a fucking whore?" chris asked gus, blood dripping from his now split lip.

the word 'whore' triggering gus to throw another punch, straight at his nose.

chris hunched over, "what the fuck man, you broke my fucking nose" blood now pooling from his nose and mouth.

"farrah go inside" gus told me, "chris please just leave us alone" i pleaded, "farrah, i said go inside" gus said again, more sternly.

i shut up and listened, entering the door to the building.

i knew how violent chris was, i didn't want gus to get hurt because of me.

-

third person pov

as soon as farrah entered the building, gus saw red, he threw chris into the wall. chris tried to throw a punch back, hitting gus in the cheek. gus threw several more hits, even harder, until he had chris subdued enough to restrain him.

he pressed his forearm against chris' neck, holding him against the wall.

"you listen to me, you walk away, and you never come back. or im gonna fucking kill you. i'll cut off your fucking hands and mail them to your mother" gus became completely emotionless, each word he spoke was cold and calculated.

"she's fucking crazy man, i don't know what she t-" chris began to speak anyways.

"i know exactly what you did" gus told him, pulling a switchblade out of his pocket, holding it to chris' jugular.

"you're lucky i don't slit your fucking throat right here" he said, pushing the blade a little harder into his flesh.

"so you're gonna leave, and never come back. i'm never gonna hear about you or see you ever again. you're gonna forget i exist, and i'll forget you exist, okay?" gus said, pushing the tip of the blade into his skin, just hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

"what the fuck man, please stop" chris said, his voice trembling.

gus knew he'd gotten his point across now. "get out of here. you're a ghost. i'm never going to hear about you again" gus reminded him, releasing him from his hold against the wall.

chris turned and ran, dripping sweat and blood. who the fuck did farrah end up with? this guy was fucking crazy he thought.

gus waited until he was off the property, and went back inside to get his girl.
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farrah's pov

"baby it's me" i heard gus say, while he knocked on the door.

"kayla just stay out here for the night okay, we just need a little space" i told her. i'd debriefed her on the entire situation of tonight while gus dealt with chris. whatever was going on down there.

she nodded,  understanding the severity of the situation.

"gus, baby, you're bleeding" i gasped, his knuckles and cheek both bleeding.

"don't worry about me baby. he's taken care of. he knows better than to ever even think about you again, okay?" he told me, hugging me tightly.

"thank you" i said, i didn't ask what happened. it's probably better if i don't know.

"let me help you" i told him, looking at the cuts on his hand.

i took him to the bathroom, i sat on the counter while i wiped the blood from his face and hands, cleaning his wounds.

i dug through the cabinet for a box of bandaids, placing them over the cuts and scrapes.

"thank you" gus said, examining his freshly bandaged hands.

"he's never gonna hurt you again, i promise" he told me

i believed him. i knew he'd never let anything happen to me.

"gus" i said

"yeah baby?" he responded

"i love you" i said. it finally felt like the right time to tell him.

i watched his eyes light up, from their previously dark, stoic stare.

"you do?" he asked, like he didn't believe me

"of course i do gus, of course" i smiled.

he leaned in to kiss me, grabbing both of my hands.

"i love you too" he returned, smiling uncontrollably at me.

"i'm gonna get us a place, im gonna find one tomorrow. im not letting you spend another day alone my love. i'll make sure we get a two bedroom, kayla can stay as long as she needs to. don't worry. i'm gonna take care of you, i'm gonna take care of everything" gus told me, enthusiastically explaining his plans for the future.

"thank you gus, thank you" i said, trying not to cry, just leaning forward into his chest.

for the first time in my life, i finally let myself let go, and let someone else take care of me for once.

but we took care of each other.