Flyers Baby (NHL)

Chapter 10: Scared

All of my things fit into three duffle bags, everything else was unnecessary as I sat infront of Luke and beside Adam. Brayden was staring daggers at his hands. I shrunk in my seat, looking down at the phone in my hands.

Unknown Number

-You bitch, thought you could leave. Don't worry, I'm gonna find you and you're gonna wish you were dead.

I gulped turning off my phone and tucking it into the pocket of my duffle, avoiding the curious gaze of Adam. I curled myself towards the window and closed my eyes, praying for sleep to take me.

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"Come on Natasha." Adam's quiet voice woke me.

I rubbed at my bleary eyes, pushing my fists deep into my pockets and following the three guys off of the plane.

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Luke POV

It had been one month. The bruises were gone, and the cuts had started to fade but she wasn't her. Everything I had fallen in love with was gone. Natasha had become a ghost of what she was.

Her normally long brown hair tumbled down her shoulders in knots, the brown eyes that were normally teasing begged for help.

"Come on." I said quietly, and she tipped her head towards my voice.

"Luke, please just give up on me." She replied.

"No, Natasha I'm not allowing you to give up on yourself. That is not the girl I know." I told her, pulling her up and taking her to the shower.

I turned the water on hot and then took off all her clothes, getting in completely dressed and shoving her under the water. Her eyes closed at the warmth and the tension slowly drained from her shoulders. I grabbed the shampoo and put it in my hands, then started on her hair.

"Tell me if I am hurting you." I told her.

"It feels good." She replied.

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I wrapped two towels around her small body and grabbed one for myself, drying her off and then walking into my room.

I grabbed my biggest sweater and pulled it over her head, then a pair of basket ball shorts and handed them to her. She smiled slightly.

I pulled on a pair of sweat pants before using my towel to dry my hair quickly, then tossed it on a chair to dry.

Natasha had taken out her hair dryer and sat on the floor, brushing her hair and then blasting the dryer.

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Her hair fell back into the long waves they used to be in, her face finally had colour. Natasha looked normal, up until she looked at her phone.

I took it and looked at the message that had affected her so quickly.

Unknown Number

-You're in Philly aren't you? see you soon, what's your last wish before you die? Pretty boy Schenn, or me beating you?

I looked over at her, silent tears spilled down her cheeks and her hands had started to shake.

"Luke, I'm so scared. Don't let him hurt me." She said, voice breaking.

"Natasha, how long?" I asked.

"Every day since I came back." She replied.

I opened my arms and she walked into them, curling herself into my chest. Soft sobs escaped her body and my anger level rose.

"I promise Tash, he's not gonna hurt you anymore." I whispered.