Innocently In Love (-A David Henrie FanFiction)

Chapter Ten

"What the fuck?!' I yell, jumping back away from the sociopath in front of me.

"What are you gunna do big guy?" He asks, cracking his knuckles. He walks towards me, pushing me into a corner. He hits me again, but this time in the stomach. I let out a shriek and fall to the floor. I crawl through his legs.

"Leave me alone!" I yell, crawling towards the bathroom door where Shelly retreated. I reach the door and find the strength to stand up.

"Shelly come on its time to go!" I knock on the door. He starts walking towards me.

"Im sorry." I whisper to him.

"Im sorry." I repeat. He walks towards me. He grabs my neck and hold me up towards the door.

"I can't here you." He whispers in my ear. I gasp for air. Somehow I hear a sound coming from the other side of the door. He lets go of my neck and I fall to the floor, breathing heavily. He turns around and walks out, slamming the bedroom door behind him. I cough.

I hold onto the door and try and get up. After two attempts I stand up.

"Shelly?" I ask, putting my ear to the door hearing nothing. I back away from the door and kick it, waiting for the door to break of the hinges. Nothing happens.

I kick again, my foot hitting the wood of the door makes a noise louder than the music from downstairs. I kick it again and it topples over. I walk inside, stepping over the door.

I find Shelly past out in front of the toilet with vomit inside and out of the bowl, still topless.

"Oh my god." I mutter, gasping for air. I feel my stomach and I feel a pain so immense it brings me to my knees.

What to do. What to do. I get and idea, but it requires me to be able to pick up Shelly and carry her down the stairs and across the lot into my jeep.

I stand up, a sharp pain rushes to my spine. My eyes get watery. I power through it. I walk towards Shelly and put her left arm around my body, hauling her body back into the bedroom. I flop her onto the bed, she lays on her stomach.

I cant bring her down through the party like this. I think, staring at her naked back remembering her pink bikini top from the picture.

I unbutton my shirt and take it off revealing my bruised abdomen. I put my shirt on an unconscious Shelly, its big for her but does the job of covering what wasn't before. I scouter the room for a piece of clothing, I find a tight white tank top on top of a dresser in the room.

I walk back into the bathroom to examine my bruise. I look at myself in the mirror, its a dark red with some purple in the centre. I bring my hand in front of it and touch it, I feel a burning sensation and remove my hand, singled.

I turn on the tap and wet my hands, bringing my face down into the water. I look up and see my face covered in water. I use the tank top I found to dry it. I put it under the water and wet it in the centre.

I bring the shirt in front of my large bruise and put it against it knowing I didn't have much time to waste. I let out a shriek at the feeling of pain I am causing myself, but I know It'd have to be cleaned anyway. I take it off, the shirt covered in a pinkish colour from some blood appearing from a cut on my bruise I hadn't noticed before.

I unravel the shirt and throw it over, I walk back towards Shelly. The fabric of my shirt rubs against my bruised abdomen. I pull up her bikini bottom from her ankles and position it so no one would see what she hides under her underwear.

I struggle to pick her up. Once i have her up in my arms, I head towards the door. I let her legs down and hold her up from falling as I open the door. I pick her feet back up and carry her out into the party. Theres a man running through the halls, holding a towel to his privates, drinking from a beer. He runs pass us and I maneuver my way through the hallways and to the stairs.