Saved (A Scott Hoying Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Scott's POV:

Ella and I drive to her apartment alone, and I was right. She did live in the bad part of LA. She seemed kind of embarrassed, so I wasn't surprised when she asked me to wait in the car while she grabbed her things."It'll take 15 minutes at the most." Ella promised, stepping out of the car and hurrying up the poor lit, cracked, trash covered walkway to the beat-up front door of the grungy apartment building.She pulled a key out of her pocket and pushed the heavy door open to walk in. She closed the door, and I was alone.All of a sudden I begin to wonder what I got myself into. For all I know, Ella could be some criminal. I doubt it, but you never know. She could be getting a gun from her apartment and kill me and the rest of PTX...I shove my face in my hands, rubbing my temples. I was letting anxiety get the best of me.I give a heavy sigh, lean back in the seat, and close my eyes.

Ella's POV:

I check my crappy phone for the time, getting anxious. I had a... client... coming to my apartment at eight, and it was five minutes to eight. We still weren't there.If this guy was desperate he would wait a little bit, but you never know. And if I'm gonna stop working, I'll have to do this. At least one more time. I can't just stay at Scott and Mitch's apartment without giving them some money as rent. It just doesn't seen right.Neither is what I do to get the money, but that's another story.We pull up to the apartment building I live in, and I hop out of the car. "Please, just stay here. It'll take 15 minutes at the most."I walk up the disgustingly filthy sidewalk and push open the ridiculously heavy front door.I take a deep breath as I close the door behind me. The man for tonight is standing at the foot of the stairs, staring right into my eyes. It's also clear he's drunk.

"You're late." He slurs out, his voice gruff. Maybe a little angry.I swallow and try not to look scared. I hate it when they're drunk.I walk towards him and his eyes don't leave mine. I grab his forearm and drag him up the stairs. He follows with out resistance.

Once we reach my floor, I walk to the door, pull him in, push him past me,and close the door, smiling at him.

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Once it's over he pushes money into my hand roughly, and walks out the door.I sit on the messy bed for a few minutes, trying not to cry. Every time, I cry after it's over. I hate myself for continuing what my parents started.I wipe my eyes, go to the bathroom, and wash my face.I grab a backpack and a small suitcase and throw my belongings that I could bring with me in it.I take the money I hadn't spent on booze and put it in a wristlet and stuff it in the bottom of my backpack.

Walking out of my apartment,  I close the door behind me, and I turn around.My breath catches, and the man I had just finished with is standing there.He lashes forward and slams me against my door roughly. I can smell his breath, and it smells like beer.I wince as he breathes heavier, the terrible smell flooding my nose. "I think you have something of mine." He growls into my ear.

I'm scared. Sure, this has happened before, but not this violently. Someone walked out of their apartment when it happened last time and helped me.For some reason, I don't think someone was going to walk out.

"What?" I say, as brave as I could muster. It came out kind of sarcastic, and it just made him angrier.

"My money." He responds, his voice lower than when we first met. "It wasn't as long as you promised."I try to push him off of me, talking loud to try to get someone to notice and maybe come see what all the noise was about. 

"I'm kind of in a hurry."

With that, he growls, and slams me against the wall again.

Scott's POV:

It's been about a half hour, twice the amount if time she said she was going to take. For some reason, I felt that something bad was happening.As much as I hate to go in when she asked me not to, I felt like I had to.

Luckily, someone had left the door ajar, so I was able to get in.The first thing I hear when I walk in is a small shriek from a girl. My blood runs cold, fearing that it was Ella.It was coming from above me, so I took to the stairs, running up them two at a time. A thud, another shriek. Didn't other people live here? Why was no one helping her?

I reach the third floor, and see Ella pinned against the wall by a man about twice her size. My eyes widen when he lifts her to slam her against the wall again, and I rush at the man, slamming into him. A grunt escapes the man as I knock him off balance, causing him to lose his grip on Ella.She collapses, sliding down the wall and sitting against it.

The man turns to me, throwing a punch at me. I feel a flood of hot liquid stream from my mouth. I punch back, hitting him square in the jaw.He stumbles back and actually falls over. He must be drunk, because there's no way I can knock over a sober guy with a single punch.I back up quickly to Ella, try to urge her up, but she doesn't stand.

I decide to pick her up, and I rush down the stairs. I hear the heavy footsteps of the man behind us, but that just makes me move faster. I run as fast as I can while carrying Ella out the door and to the car.The man couldn't keep up, probably because he was falling when he tried to move quickly.I put Ella in the back seat, and get in the drivers seat, and remember that Ella had bags next to her.

I groan, and look toward the building. I really didn't want to come back here if I didn't have to.I decide to lock Ella in the car.The drunk man is laying in the scorched grass beside the walkway. It looked like he was passed out. Hopefully he was.I approached the front door with success. He didn't move as I walked silently past him.

Once I was back in the building I run up the stairs and grab her things, surprised at the spray of blood on the ground.I touch my bottom lip, and my hand comes away covered in blood. I shake my head slightly and rush back down the stairs.

I take a deep breath, and start to make my way back to the car.As I tip-toe past the passed out man, I don't breath.He shifts slightly, and I move quicker.That was stupid. He sits up and his eyes fill with anger when he sees me.I break into a run for the car, and he runs after me.

I run around the front of the car, and reach for the handle of the door when I feel another punch hit me in the jaw.

I turn to face him, and he punches me again. He has me pinned against the car.I kick him in the side of the knee, and he looses his balance. I manage to push him off of me, but he comes right back.This time I punch him first, but then he punches me harder. Still in the face.

He punches again, and again. I get a hit in once for every two times he gets me.He's getting more sluggish, but so am I.I start to panic. What if I pass out and he gets my car keys and steals my car with Ella in it and everything else and crashes it-

My thoughts get interrupted when the man suddenly falls backwards on the ground.I almost laugh when I see my rescuer. It's Ella, her tiny hands balled up into fists. She had punched him right in the side if the head and then kicked him in the crotch. She looked furious.

She spat on him, and walked around the car to the passenger seat.I stand there for a second, but then get in the car and throw her stuff into the backseat. I drive off as fast as I dared.Minutes pass in dead silence. "Why."I glance at Ella while trying to drive and stop the flow of blood from now multiple places on my face with tissues. 

"What?"

"Why did you come in? I told you not to. And now look, you're covered in blood and have a black eye and probably a broken nose."I sigh. 

"I came in because you were taking a lot longer than you said you would and I was worried."She sat in silence for a little bit, thinking about the events that took place minutes ago.She clenched her jaw and it looked like she was about to start crying. "Ella-"

She held up a hand. 

"No, no. Sorry. I should be thanking you."It was clear she didn't want to talk anymore. We drove the rest of the way back to the apartment in silence.

A/N: HEY EVERYONE!!! I really hope you like this long-ish chapter!!! I haven't really written like this before, so I hope it's not awkward or repetitive. I usually write flirty cutesy things, not much drama or fights. Anyways, please let me know what you think! Love you! <3

-pentaholicsunited