God dammit

Chapter Four

I opened the door to the apartment slowly. I heard nothing. He must be passed out drunk somewhere.

I stepped lightly into the room, tip toeing to my room. I peeled off Snake's shirt, inhaling his scent slowly before bundling it up and shoving it into a drawer.

I touched the new bruise that was forming on my face. I picked up my phone. Scott had texted me and I hadn't responded in over an hour. No doubt he was worried.

I looked down at my legs, blood dripping down them. I bit my quivering lip. He had found a new way to take his anger out on me. It was neither voluntary nor enjoyable for me. I couldn't even think about what had happened to me without feeling sick.

I stepped out of the bathroom, slipping my phone into my bra.

"Hey! Get me a drink!" He barked from the couch.

"Yes," I mumbled.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a beer. I walked it over to him as there was a knock on the door.

I knew he wasn't going to get it, so I did. I opened the door and saw Scott standing there.

"Scott!" I said in a harsh whisper, "what are you doing here?"

He looked at my face then down and saw the blood down my leg.

Heart break was written across his face. I could tell he had just gotten off work, he still wore his Best Buy uniform.

"Jund.."

"Sophi, we're leaving you're not staying here," he said loudly.

"Says who?"

I flinched as I heard his voice behind me.

Scott looked up at Steven. Jund was small, especially in comparison to Steven. The only person that would take him would be Snake...

"I do," Jund said, trying to stay strong and seem imposing.

Steven just laughed, "Get the fuck out of here."

He slammed the door shut. He grabbed the back of my hair, pushing me forward. My face hit the wall. I heard Scott yell behind the door. Tears poured down my face. Steven walked back into the living room, snapping his fingers, indication that he wanted a beer.

15 minutes later Steven was passed out on the couch, having drank almost 7 beers in that time. I walked into the bathroom. Turning the water on, I pulled my shirt off. I took my phone out of my bra and placed it on the counter.

From the living room I heard wood splinter. I groaned, fearing that he was awake again. I quickly wrapped the towel around myself. I opened the door and peeked out.

Snake stood there, hand around Steven's throat, hoisting him against the wall. Steven's hands clawed at Snake's, his face red.

I stepped out of the bathroom and stood there.

"Where is she?" I heard Snake growl, pressing more on Steven's throat.

Unable to speak, Steven raised his hand to point at me. Snake turned around and saw me, practically the same way Jund had. The bruise was showing more, the blood now completely dried. When he looked at my leg, I saw the anger on his face. He turned to Steven, pressing more of his weight on his throat. He was going to pass out soon.

"Snake," I said softly, "let him go. I need you..you can't go to jail."

Snake punched Steven in the face. Knocked him out in one punch. Dropping his unconscious body, Snake walked over to me. He tilted his face towards mine. He crashed his lips against mine.