Crash (Josh Franceschi fanfiction)

Chapter 8

Hey there,

I wanted this story to be mainly in Kirsty's point of view, but i realise that for certain parts of the plot its best if its from another character's point of view. So yeah...

Have a nice day :)

Lily x

Chapter 8

KIRSTY'S POV:

I looked at those warm brown eyes and dark brown fringe and little button nose, taking in each little detail of his face in hope that the familiar features would comfort me. But I was still shaken.

'Kirsty, what happened? Are you listening? I want to help you-'

'Give the poor thing your jacket, Fletch, she'll be freezing,' the girl he was with called from behind him. Fletcher nodded quickly, pulling off his leather jacket and wrapping it around me. I don't think it was the cold weather that had frozen me.

'What happened? Was it a guy?' Fletcher placed a hand on my shoulder. I flinched at his touch, paranoid, and he quickly removed his hand. 'I-I'm sorry.' His left hand went up to the dark fringe, combing through it in a repeated way. 'What do we do? What can I do, Liz?' His tone was so urgent. The girl looked up from the corner where she was still puffing away at a cigarette. She shrugged her shoulders, obviously uninterested.

'Don't just shrug, how will that help? I come outside to find my friend crying in a ball on the ground, in some fucked up trance, and you SHRUG?! GET AWAY,' He spat. In his voice I could tell he was more upset than angry. The girl, 'Liz', muttered a few swear words under her breath before scurrying back inside the club looking frightened.

Fletcher looked at me for a minute, not saying anything at all, before sinking down to the ground. He sat facing me, crossing his long bony legs in his usual awkward-tall-person way. At any other time, I would have smiled at this observation. He then broke into tears, not tears like mine, but normal, worried people's tears.

'What are we like, huh, Kirst?' Fletcher laughed humourlessly, rubbing at his eyes. 'It's me that gets help from you, you're my rock. I feel like a useless, drunken twat. Probably because I am.'

We sat there for a few minutes, Fletcher sniffling as he rambled senselessly, me listening and staring, hugging my knees tight to my chest in the same frozen position I had been in this whole time.

'I should call Tyler,' Fletcher said, standing up and going over to the corner of the courtyard area.

I could still hear him, but I think he thought I hadn't been listening this entire time anyway.

'No... It's Kirsty... Well, I don't know, that's the thing... She's not responding and just sits there all curled up. She's in like a trance, dude, and it's freaking me out... Yes... Okay.. No... Bye'

TYLER'S POV:

I drove as quickly as possible to the night club, Josh in tow. We sprinted in the front doors and ran just as quickly out the back doors of the place.

I laid eyes on my girl instantly, although she was a ghostly, shivering version of her. It frightened me how she looked... she looked broken. I ran to her side and crouched down.

'Kirsty?' I said softly, brushing a finger along her cheek. She moved away from my touch, huddling into a smaller ball. I sighed, looking back to Josh and Fletch who still stared worryingly at Kirsty. I turned back to Kirsty and lifted her up, hoisting her over one shoulder. She was stiff in my hold, almost reluctant to hold onto me.

I gestured to her purse, and Josh picked it up, he and Fletcher following me back into the club. I carried Kirsty through the swarms of people, receiving looks and drunken comments on Kirsty's well being: 'hey Mister, is your girlfriend all good?' 'Dude, is she alive?'. 'Yes,' I told each of them, pushing my way past out to my car.

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'Kirsty, I need you to tell me what happened. Were you raped?' I asked her. She was propped up on the couch in our lounge, eyes still ice-cold, stare still trance-like. A tear rolled down her cheek as she shook her head.

'Well, was it a guy?' She nodded. 'Did he touch you?' She nodded again. I leant back on the couch, an uneasy feeling in my gut. The guys had gone into the kitchen while I tried to talk to Kirst.

'If I ever meet the prick...' I mumbled, 'my beautiful girl... my whole life.' I continued, unable to think of what to do, 'You are my whole life. I will make him regret it. I will.. I will rip his-'

'I was so scared he was going to do it.' Kirsty's sob broke the eeriness I had only subconsciously been aware of. 'He was going to, I knew he was... I felt him go hard against me when he was-'

'Shh, shh,' I soothed, wrapping both arms around her shoulders as she broke down in tears. 'I'm here now, he can't hurt you. He never will. I promise.'

Kirsty's crying gradually stopped, and her sad blue eyes met mine. 'Please, don't call the police. I don't want to have to describe his face. I don't want to see him ever again.'

I nodded, kissing her forhead, 'I will always be here to protect you. I love you.'

She rested her head on my shoulder, eyelids slowly drooping closed. Then I heard her breathing slow, and I knew she was sound asleep. I just sat there with her, not moving, just listening to her fragile heart beat, and knowing that I couldn't wait to call myself her husband.