Blake
I felt awful for what Nicole had to go through just because an asshole didn't know how to control his girlfriend. As if it was my fault she threw herself at me and didn't tell me she had a boyfriend. How the hell was I supposed to know she was taken.
Maybe he should've just kept his girl in check instead of coming for me. I don't purposely sleep with girls who are taken. I despise cheaters.
Now I was just upset I didn't ask for a name. Not that I planned to sleep with anyone else, but just so that I could avoid the girl. I wanted nothing to do with her.
Nicole was still in the bathroom. She went straight into the shower after it all happened, and I didn't even blame her. I had no clue what they did to her, but seeing her ripped shirt was enough to know he touched her in ways she didn't welcome him to.
I wanted nothing but to chase after him and beat him to a pulp, but I knew better than to leave Nicole alone in a room she just got assaulted in. I wouldn't be surprised if she felt unsafe in here. I felt like a dick for avoiding her now.
I was doing it for a reason I felt was valid, but now I wasn't so sure. Avoiding my problems never went the way I wanted them to. I didn't know why I thought it would be different this time.
Feelings were scary, sure, but they couldn't be as scary as what Nicole just had to go through. A bunch of unknown men entering her room against her will and saying things I didn't want to imagine. Touching her in ways only I wanted to be able to do.
Now I doubted she'd even let me get close to her.
From my spot on the ground, I heard the water turn off and the shower door open. Standing, I dusted my butt off and went to lay on my bed so she wouldn't know I was just listening to her cry. I was just hearing to make sure she didn't do anything to hurt herself.
Not that I assumed she would, but I preferred to be safe.
My phone lit up with a text from Patricia and my eyebrows furrowed when I read what she said:
What the fuck did you do now?
Sending a quick what, I looked up at Nicole when she opened the door and frowned when I saw how red and puffy her eyes were. She avoided my eyes, but I could see.
She picked out her clothes in silence before walking back into the bathroom to change into them. She was getting distant again, and although I didn't blame her, I didn't quite like it either.
"Nicole," I attempted to try and fix it when she walked back out fully dressed. I wanted to fix it. Even if just a little.
She shook her head, looking like she was holding back more tears.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
I knew she heard me when a single tear slid down her cheek. A knock on the door had me standing up ready to fight while she instinctively ran back into the bathroom.
I hated that I was kind of the reason for that.
Opening the door a little, I peeked out and sighed when I saw Patricia's angry face. With a huff, she pushed the door open wide and smacked my arm.
