Unexpected Love

Part 11

I quickly climb out of the car, and run over towards Carter and Thomas. Thomas has Carter pinned onto the rocks of the driveway, throwing punch after punch. I slowly step closer, and see tiny drops of blood running down Carter's face, the cause is his broken nose. I run behind Thomas, and grab his torso and pull him back, but he still sits in the same position and place. "Thomas, stop!" I yell, attempting to pull him off of Carter once more. This time, he gives up, and allows me to pull him off. Carter lays there, un motionless but still grunting and moaning in agony. "If you ever touch her again, you'll get twice as much of a beaten of what you just got. You are a fucking deadbeat Carter, have fun with all your sluts tonight." Thomas says, kicking up the rocks by Carter's body. Carter lets off a little laugh, and some brunette runs outside and helps him up. Thomas and I cross the driveway to the car, and we both hop in. The sounds of Carter's agonizing screams fade when Thomas starts the ignition, and he pulls the car down the lane and onto the dirt road. "How long have you known him?" I ask as I turn the radio dial, trying to find a good station. "We knew each other since we were kids," he frowns, and I suddenly feel bad. It's my fault they might never talk again. "Thomas, I'm really sorry."
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"What are you sorry for? He came onto you. Didn't he?" He pulls the car to the side of the road, and turns the headlights off. "It's my fault, I should've told you. I shouldn't have let it-" he cuts me off by lightly pressing his lips against mine, and cups my face with his hands. We slowly pull away, and stare into each other's eyes, enjoying the sight of them. His eyes glow in the darkness of the car, and he reaches over to grab my hand. Our fingers connect in between each other's, and he lightly kisses my cheek before turning the headlights on again.
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By the time we make it to the end of the dirt road, I'm already wiped out. I couldn't wait to climb into bed and just close my eyes. I feel my eyes slowly close, and they shoot open when I hear my name. "Y/n, hey. Would you just want to stay at my house tonight? You could sleep on the couch." Without really hearing what he said, I shake my head yes, and I drift off.....
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I wake up about a half an hour later to someone picking me up, and carrying me into a house. I didn't really know what to do, because I was still really tired. I feel myself being set down onto a soft, warm couch, and a pillow being placed under my head. A blanket covers my legs, and the last thing I hear before falling asleep is, "good night y/n. Sweet dreams, love."