Broken

Chapter 29

They didn't even call to find out if I was dead or not. Probably be better for them if I was less problem to deal with. I peeled of the leotard and let the shower was over my burning skin. I slid down the wall and let the water beat my curled up body. I stayed that way for a long time until I felt cool enough.

I wrapped a towel around myself and fell back on my bed a knock on the door pulled me out of my solace. I moved at snail's pace down the stairs. I opened the door and filthy lips crashed down on mine. I scratched at the person's face, he pulled at the towel and things got serious. I pushed him off with as much strength as I could muster. He stumbled backwards but he kept coming at me and I tried to close the door but he was too strong. I got a vase threw it and hit him in the head. He stumbled back who the hell is this? I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife he still came at me, I stabbed him in his thigh that should keep him immobile for a while.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked holding a butcher knife at his throat ready to server his head from his shoulder with the wrong move. He grunted and touched the knife and wince I went in front of him and held on to the knife putting pressure on it and he bawled like a baby. "Who are you?" I yelled at him, twisting the knife. "Do you want to walk again?" I asked as I played with the butcher knife.

"Daniella!" I heard someone yelled my name.

"Who sent you?" I applied more pressure. I heard footsteps come my way.

"It was a prank." He bawled.

"Why?" I yelled.

"You're new on the block." He bawled.

"Holy shit." Someone yelled. "Your pranks have finally backfired." I turned and Ryan and Andre stood their amused.

"Please Andre she's your girlfriend please tell her to stop." He begged Andre who looked at me in awe.

"I once told you that the day you mess with her it's your own death wish you're signing." Ryan said.

"Daniella please let him go he's just a big twat." I was about to pull the knife away when he stopped me. "What did he do?" he asked.

"He placed his filthy lips on me and tried to undo my towel." I jammed it further.

"What?" I looked to him he was furious as he walked over to us he gave the guy a solid kick in the stomach. I pulled the knife out and he screamed like a bitch.

"Will you come back here?" I asked him as he watched his blood drip from the knife.

"I swear no I will behave like I don't know you." He cried.

"Do you want to go to the hospital with the wound or do you want me to stitch you up?" I asked if he went to the hospital they will ask what happened.

"Can you please? I don't want to go to jail." He bawled.

"Good boy. Bring him to the couch." I stood trying to prevent the towel from falling. I ran to my room and I put on a pair of shorts and a Columbia University sweat shirt. I grabbed my heavily equipped First aid kit. I hauled it down the stairs, Andre came and helped me but his face was serious no sign of amusement.

The prankster lay on the couch his blood dripping on the white material. Moms going to have a fit. I took a scissors and cut his jeans upwards.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Prankster asked.

"I do." I cut off his jeans. "What were you going to do attempt rape?" I asked him.

"No nothing like that." He said quickly looking between me and Andre. "I was going to yell welcome to the neighborhood." He smiled weakly.