Bay's POV
His eyes turn from green to blue to yellow, as he backs away from me and.. well.. I don't really know who this is.. But this person just saved my life.
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He slams the door behind him, and I throw the t-shirt that I picked up, onto my body.
Slowly he makes his way towards me.
One foot forward for him, is equivalent to one foot back for me.
I feel the pressure of my back being pressed against the wall. I try toove further back as he hovers over me, with his tall, masculine body.
"Please.. stop." I plead.. the taste of warm blood on my tongue. I hate the taste. Ihate the feeling of the blood dripping down my face.
He inches closer to me, his body is now pressed against my own.
"Please.." I whisper more to myself, than anyone else. I just got out of trouble to get involved in more? Just fucking great..
He lifted his arms slowly, closing in on me. I clenched my eyes shut and jumped at the feel of his hands on my back. This wasn't what I was expecting. He.. He just hugged me?
"I'm so sorry about Damien. I don't know what he was thinking. I don't know how he could ever hurt a female. Especially the way be hurt you." As these words were being whispered in my ear, reality gave me a huge, painful, slap in the face.
I've been kidnapped, and I've been beaten half to death. I was almost raped. My parents don't know where I am. My brother.. Oh shit. My brother.. I NEED to get home. He needs me. He can't be alone with my parents.. Oh God.. Why?
I repeatedly played those words in my head, until I couldn't take hearing it any longer. I just completely lost it.
"Get off of me." I bluntly say, without a care in the world.
"Wh-what..? What's wrong?" He asked, confusion trailing throughout his words.
"Get. The. FUCK. Off. Of. ME!" I shout through gritted teeth. I use all the force I have, and push him off of my body, onto the floor.
"Ow.." He says, plain and simple. Like nothing happened. Like he's faking it.
I make my way to the door. I'm ready to give that other bastard, a piece of my mind. Just as I was about to latch my hand to the door knob, until the unknown boy jumped in front of it, swatting my hand away, with a loud and cheerful, "Where ya going?"
Ugh!
Did I just mentally groan? Yup. I'm going insane... Already!
"Move out of my way." I say, sternly.
"No." he shrugs his shoulders.
"Just stop being a child and move so I can leave."
"No. You are in a bad condition." He shrugs again.
"FUCKING MOVE!"
"NO! Go lay on my bed."
"No. Just let me leave, asshole." I groan.
"My name's not asshole. It's Brady." He smirks and winks. Gross.
"Take me home.. please." I beg. Giving up on being mean. I bite my lip trying to hold back tears.
"Awe.. please. Don't cry. PLEASE." He walks over to me with a look sympathy.
"I'll take you home. C'mon." He grasps my hand and pulls me out of the room, looking between halls for any sight if Damien.
We quietly take steps out of the front door. The sound of the metal crashing on the marble floors, gives us away.
"Damn.. my keys." Brady whispers angrily.
"Yeah. And that's MY girl." The familiar, yet unpleasant voice speaks from behind us.
Damien.
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