It's your fault

Chapter twenty-five: Freindly convo

"Did he do anything to you?" Demetrius comes closer now standing right in front of me.

"He hit me a couple of times but I'm fine really." I fold my arms over my chest. "He's one of the worst guys in here, he's dangerous." He informs me of something I already know.

"You don't say."

"He didn't- make you-"

"No he didn't, you walked in just in time or he would have."

"Good." He smiles. "Why are you here anyway?" Even though I'm glad he is, he saved me from another rape even though there are probably more to come anyway.

"I just wanted to come and see you." His face now serious and strong as he keeps his eyes on mine. "Yeah right." I turn and go for my bed before I'm stopped by his hand turning me back around.

I'm pulled into his arms as his lips lay on mines. I push him away uncertain of my present feelings. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Ethan." My answer. He rolls his eyes and loosens his grip. "What about him?" He looks away clenching his jaws, flexing the strong muscle.

"Seriously? Ethan and I have been together for three years I can't just throw that away for nothing." I move out of his arms and turn away sitting on the bed letting out a depressing sigh.

"You don't need to do that, I'm not going to take you away from him. I see how you two acted today and I know that you really love him." Demetrius is really surprising me, out of all the guys I've encountered in this place Demetrius is the most respectable.

"Then why are you doing all of this?" My eyes follow him as he makes his way over, sitting down next to me shifting the bed as he sits. "Because I like you Alice." His voice sincere.

How in the hell is this possible? Out of all the girls I'm sure have been here, why me?

"How can you like me, you don't even know me." I may came off a little rude but in all I'm confused waiting to see what his answer is.

"Well when I first saw you I thought how beautiful you are and when I seen you talking to the younger boys I knew you were a good person. I thought someone as corrupted as me could use a little good." He smiles and gives me an innocent wink.

I poke fun at him by telling him that I'm not as good as I appear. Of course he doesn't believe me but oh well I warned him. We carry the conversation on until there's a silence. Demetrius sitting just staring into my eyes.

Just like a stupid ass romance movie.

His sexy stare makes me blush so I turn my head trying to avoid his pressuring gaze. Next thing I know his hand goes underneath of my tiny chin, turning my head his direction. His lips smack against mines in no time.

"I shouldn't." I back away and breath. "You should." He comes forward connecting his lips with mines again. "I can't." I push him away, shockingly enough he stops. "I get it, you have Ethan." He looks away from me.

"Thank you, for not- you know." I put my head down fiddling with my hands. "I told you, I'm not as bad as the other guys." He stands up and steps away. "You don't need to leave you can sit." My voice bold. I tap the bed next to me motioning for him to sit beside me.

"Are you sure?" He gives a slight smile as he also frowns his brows.

"Yeah, sit." I continue to tap the bed insisting that he stays. "Okay!" The smile grows stronger across his lips.

~~~~~

"And you don't want to have a baby?" Caution suits his voice as he asks.

"I do but I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a mom. Ethan is ready, he keeps asking." I don't even remember how we got on this topic but in some odd way I feel comfortable talking to Demetrius about the situation.

"What do you tell him?" His eyes wonder upon my face with interest filling them. "Mostly I tell him when I'm ready, the day we were kidnapped I finally agreed to have a baby with him." The look Demetrius is displaying shows shock and more interest, he also seems to be concerned.

"I'm sorry all of this happened to you but I'm glad I got to meet you." His smile warm and reassuring. "I think your going to be an amazing mother." Placing his hand on my knee, just then the door opens and in walks Ethan and Colton.

Ethan walks in first laying his eyes on Demetrius and I. Not realizing Demetrius still has his hand on my knee I hurry and remove it.

"What's going on?" Ethan asks not sounding too upset. "We were just talking." I answer.

"Demetrius what are you doing." Colton stands beside Ethan as he butts in. "Talking." Demetrius replies. Both Colton and Ethan have their eyes glued on Demetrius. Demetrius leans over and whispers something into my ear.

"See you later." I can hear the smile on his lips if that makes any sense. I know he only did the whisper to piss the other two off. I look at the looks on their faces and I think it worked.

Ethan is so pissed he has his jaw clenched flexing his jaw muscle. That always reminds me how hot he is not only when he's mad.

Demetrius gets up and goes to walk past the other two, he deliberately bumps his shoulder into Ethan's. Ethan just cocks his head to one side and gives a glare.

Demetrius pauses and turns his head to Ethan. "She's very good with her mouth." He didn't even try to whisper. I don't even get mad cause I know he can't help himself.

Ethan is quick enough to get a hit in, striking Demetrius in the face. Colton tries to pull Demetrius back but that fails miserably. Demetrius lunges towards Ethan getting his hit back, also in the face.

Honestly, I just sit and enjoy. Come on, what girl wouldn't like watching two hot guys fight. There's just something about it that makes us stop and enjoy, perhaps a little bite of the lip.

Colton gets a handle on the situation, somewhat. Colton pushes them apart. Demetrius keeps trying to get at Ethan but Ethan has backed away and is more calm.

"Demetrius stop!" Colton pushes him back causing Demetrius to hit the wall with his back.

Damn Colton is strong!

"Go!" Colton points at the exit demanding Demetrius to leave. That's when Colton goes over and pushes him out of the room. Nothing more is said and the door is closed.

Ethan makes his way over to me, stopping right in front of me. His strong build intimidating. His face red from being rocked in the face by a nineteen year old.

He runs his strong, red finger through his short brown hair. As he speaks he leaves his hand in his hair.

"Did you-" I already know he's going to ask if I did anything with him or if he did anything to me so I cut him short to answer with a simple 'no'.