Imagination (Christian Collins fanfiction)

Chapter 56

"You really need to stop buying me things." I eyed Chris as he payed for another dress, I loved it, but he should stop. He's buying it because he has something planned for Saturday night, which is 3 days away.

His phone buzzed and he pulled it out of his pocket, "Hey... Meet me in Statbucks, I'll be there in 10." He handed me the bag, kissed my cheek, and quickly walked away.

I rolled my eyes and made my way to Starbucks. I was looking at something and ran in to someone, "Oh, sorr-"

I stopped breathing for a second and started shaking. "Well, who do we have here?"

I turned to run but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me up close against him, wrapping his arms right around me. I glanced around to see if anyone was seeing this, but the place was deserted.

I was breathing fast and heavy and it made it hard to breathe again. I tried to kick and squirm out of his grip but he held tight.

"I'm not letting you get away this time, gorgeous." I swallowed hard and he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

I beat on his back but he wouldn't drop me. He was holding on to my thighs so I couldn't kick out.

I reached behind me and took a fistful of hair and pulled. He yelped and dropped me and I punched him in the side of the head.

He fell and just laid there on the floor holding his head. I started getting light headed when I saw blood seeping through his fingers. He moaned and looked at his hand.

"Princess Price got a little more tough I see..." He laughed and slowly got up. I grabbed my bag and took off running. I would've passed out cold in about .5 seconds if I hadn't run straight in to Chris.

"Nikki what's-" I heard Tony running up behind me and grabbed Christian's arm and ran. Chris glanced behind him and ran faster, I couldn't keep up and started to slow down because my chest felt like an elephant was sitting on me.

Chris slowed down and pulled me on to his back before he kept running. We ran past security and Chris yelled "HELP!" So that they knew something was up.

They saw Tony and tackled him. Chris stopped running and set me down, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, "I don't think so." My voice was shaky and my hands.

"Why are you breathing like that? What's wrong?"

I shook my head, "I'm okay." He wrapped his arms around me and held me while I stared at Tony who got blood all over the floor.

"It's fine, you're okay, do you wanna go home?"

I nodded and he put his arm around me, holding me close and we went back to his car.

"Do you wanna explain why you were running and he was chasing you with a bloody forehead?"

"I punched him."

"Why would you do that?"

"Self defense."

He looked at me like he was mad, but smiled and grabbed my hand, "That's my girl."

We got back to my house and at this point the adrenaline or whatever had worn off and I could feel where he grasped my legs and waist and it hurt.

I went to my room an lifted my shirt up. I had purple marks where his arms were from struggling, a red and purple handprint on my wrist, and I don't even want to check my thighs right now.

I rolled my eyes and pulled my shirt back down, "Do you want ice?" Chris asked sitting on my bed.

"Nah, I'll be fine." I sat next to him and laid my head on his shoulder, "What does he want with me?"

"Honestly? Probably your body." I looked up at him and made a weird face.

"That's why he liked you in high school you know. That's all he wanted with you."

That's terrifying.

"I'll protect you though, he won't come near you anymore and if he does I got you." I flopped backwards on the bed and he followed and wrapped his arms around me.

"Besides," he looked at my collar bone and then back at me, "the only kind of bruise you should have is this kind."