A/N: Vote, Comment, Enjoy.
The beginning is a memory.
"No! Stop! What did I do?!" I screamed as I tried to flee from the belt that came down hard against my back. I fell on the stairs, my back burning with intense pain. I tried to climb up the steps before he struck me down again, this time hitting my shoulder. I screamed out in pain, hoping that someone would hear and call the police.
"Stupid bitch! No one leaves me! No one!!" My father yelled as he picked me up before throwing me down the stairs. My side screamed out in pain and my head throbbed. I screamed one last time before his fist met my face and I lost consciousness.
I had awoken in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV and a heart monitor. I had winced in pain when I turned my head to look at the door. I felt my neck instantly remembering when Charles had choked me when he came into the house. What else had he done to me? I couldn't see out of my right eye; the punch to the face of course. My ribs hurt when I would take in a breath; broken ribs from being thrown down the stairs. I didn't even want to look for anymore. The pain came rushing back through my body as I woke up more. My head began to feel dizzy as the heart monitor beeps quickened their pace. And before I knew it, nurses and doctors were in my room and I had slipped into unconsciousness again.
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"Delilah? Deliiiiiiilaaaaaaaaaah?" My eyes slowly fluttered open to the sound of Nathan's heavenly voice. I guess I had fallen asleep after I had started crying. I looked at Nathan confused. How did I end up in his lap? I thought I had been sitting when I first broke down.
"I moved you so I could comfort you better." He answered, almost like he had read my mind. I just muttered a simple "Oh" before I laid my head down onto his muscular chest, my face growing red. I smiled when he put his head on top of my own. I sighed happily, taking in his scent for the first time. The sharp, musky smell filled my nostrils causing me to sigh again. I felt safe in his arms. I felt like nothing could touch me when I was in them, not even my father.
"Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly en-"
I denied the call before I could feel the walls of my sanity begin to crumble. I decided to silence my phone, I was tired of hearing it.
"He's called like twenty times in the last hour. Shouldn't you go home? It's like 12:3O." I shook my head slowly.
"Home isn't the best idea right now. I was planning to just get a room at the Motel 6 tonight." I sighed, not realizing my fingers were tracing his perfect, tanned jaw line. He gave me a worried look.
"Really? A Motel 6? Are you sure that's okay? I wouldn't want anything to happen to you." I smiled, happy that he cared. I softly kissed his cheek, allowing my lips to linger there for a few moments.
"I go quite often. It's better than sleeping in my car." I said, then realized something. "Shouldn't you be home? Won't YOUR parents get worried?" He shook his head and chuckled.
"I live alone in a loft I rent. I parents kicked me out as soon as they could get rid of me. Guess after eighteen years, they couldn't wait to get their alone time." He laughed once again. I laughed along with him. "How about you stay over at my place tonight? I wouldn't want you to sleep in that nasty bed that's covered in who knows what at the Motel 6."
"What makes you think your bed is any better, aye?" I smiled, probing his chest with my finger. "Besides, how do I know you won't try anything?"
"I swear I won't ma'am. Scouts honor!" He said in a noble voice as he held up two fingers. I couldn't help but giggle. He was cheesy, but I love cheese.
"Hehe. Fine, fine, fine. I guess I can trust you," I paused dramatically. "For now." I could only hold a straight face a few moments before bursting into laughter along with Nathan. He seemed like an incredible guy, I just had to make sure I was careful. I didn't want to go through that pain again. "Now, get you butt in the passenger seat and give me directions!" I ordered as I stood, straightening my clothes.
"Oooh, I love it when I woman takes charge." He smiled, jogging over the passenger side and plopping down in the seat. I rolled my eyes, but my smile never left my lips. I sat down once again in the driver's seat, moving my bag to the back. I turned the key in the ignition and sped through the parking lot and into the street, following Nathan's directions.
"Ooooh" was all that I could say when we approached the loft. The outside was very modern. The building was three stories tall, the first floor was the garage, the other two the living space. I pulled my Celica next to the garage and parked. I could already hear excited barking.
"Kia!" He screamed, the barking quieted into a whimper. I smiled. "You're not afraid of big dogs are you?" I shook my head excitedly.
"What kind of dog is she?" I asked, hoping it was my favorite breed.
"Well, you'll just have to wait and see." He smiled before grabbing a hold of my hand and leading me up the stairs. He slowly opened the door and before I knew it, I was pounced by this big brown blur. I giggled happily seeing it was my favorite, American Pit Bull Terrier!
"Awww! She's so cuuuuuute!" I squealed, sitting on the floor and nuzzling Kia's head. "I always wanted a pit bull! But my parents never let me have one!" I giggled as Kia licked my face. "But nooo, 'they're mean' they said" I said in a whiny mocking voice. "What so mean about this beautiful girl right here!" I nuzzled her again. "Who's a pretty girl?! Who's a pretty girl?! You are!" I squealed in a baby voice. I looked up at Nathan and he was laughing his head off. "What are you lookin' at!?" I asked playfully.
"You. And. My. Dog." He had to breathe between words. "Look so freaking adorable together. Looks like she loves you. She usually doesn't take to people as well as she has taken to you." I smiled at his words and kissed Kia on the head before standing up again.
"Heh, what can I say, they're my favorite." I giggled. I became silent when my stomach grumbled... REALLY LOUD. Nathan then had another laughing fit. At least it was shorter this time.
"Come on. I guess that ordeal earlier really took it outta ya." I smiled as I followed close behind him to the kitchen. He opened the French doors of the fridge, revealing all that beautiful food. I'm a foody, oh, well. Woohoo for a fast metabolism. "Pick anything you like." Oooh, he shouldn't have said that. I scanned the fridge quickly, searching for anything cheesy. My eyes zeroed in on a giant tub of nacho cheese. I could feel my stomach grumble in protest as if saying "Eat the fucking thing already! I'm starvin'!" I looked around for tortilla chips, tomatoes, peppers, and onions.
"I know what I want... Want me to make you some?" I grinned as wide as I could. He seemed to be taken back by how I was looking at the food. He nodded and I went to work.
Ten minutes later I was really proud of myself. I had made fresh salsa, heated the cheese, browned some ground beef, and built my awesomely giant plate of nachos. All while Nathan was watching, his mouth salivating. I was hoping that was over the supreme nachos I was making and not me.
The night went extremely well. We didn't go to sleep. We just sat on his couch, watching movies and talking. I felt like I could be so open with him. I ignored my inner voice who kept telling me that I shouldn't get to close. I was hoping maybe it was wrong this time.
A/N: I know I am going to get negative comments about the pit bull. Soooo... To those who think American Pit Bull Terriers are mean and vicious, go funk yourselves. I've never met a more friendly and loyal breed of dog. According to the American Temperament Test Society, APBTs have a higher passing percentage than the Dalmatian, Golden Retriever, Great Dane, Greyhound, Alaskan Malamute, Australian Shepard, and many many more.
And when it comes to dogs becoming either animal and people aggressive (TWO TOTALLY DIFFERENT THINGS) the owner is to blame for either abusing or not properly socializing their dog. It is not the breed's fault. Media just singles them out because these dogs were bred to fight. But that doesn't make the dog. Meet a pit bull, and you'll see what angels they really are.
