Make You Mine [Un-edited Version]

Chapter 13

Author's Note: Un-edited. Here's chapter 13. I know it's short. Enjoy and tell me what you think! :)

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Ava's wedding dress ----->

Love,

Naya

Ian continues dragging me through the living room until we reach the stairs. He pulls me up by my hair and spins me around to face him.I'm pressed against the wall with his hands on my neck. My vigorously shaking hands hold onto his as his dark, soulless eyes bore into my petrified ones. My long brown hair is stuck to my tear streaked face and my head jerks everytime I hiccup.

"So-sorry." I timidly speak.

Ian loosens his grip and lightens his features with a warm smile.

"Ava you can't make me hurt you like this. Do you think I like this?" Ian coos while softly stroking my cheek. Is this some kind of game? One minute he's about to kill me and the next he's calmer than a monk on morphine. I better answer.

"Uh-" I try to answer quickly but he cuts me off.

"Don't answer that." He chuckles wickedly as he yanks my hair back so harsh that I can feel some of the follicles fall out. I shriek as a sharp pain burns my scalp. It's a miracle he hasn't snapped my neck.

"Look Ava, I love you but I need you to know this: Don't ever fucking lie to me again!" He knees me in my stomach and I fall forward, holding my stomach. This time the pain is more agonizing because of the previous bruises decorating my fragile body. I weeze in and out, trying to gain air in my lungs.

"I know when you lie so next time, don't." And just when I think it's over he speaks again.

"Or I'll squeeze your throat so tight I'll break your fucking wind pipes." I let out an ear piercing scream as he kicks me again, inflicting more harm. This is literally worse than cramps and I think I'm bleeding internally. I close my eyes, trying to escape from this abuse.

"I- Ian...It...hu- hurts when I- I...breathe." I don't even think I can walk at this point. I groan and hold my stomach as another intense pang penetrates my internal organ.

"Shit." Ian lifts me up bridal style and briskly carries me to his room. I squirm when I realize where he's taking me. I'm not doing that again. I try to break free of his hold but he just grips my side tighter, causing me to whimper. He kicks the door in and gently lays me on the bed before pacing back and forth.

I watch him pace the room, back and forth, like a ball in a tennis match. I've made up in my mind that it's best not to disturb him so I wait patiently and painfully until he comes to a complete halt. His green eyes bore into my brown ones before he runs out of the bed room. I hear his footsteps stomp downstairs.

About two minutes later he comes back with Joel and my body panics before my mind can register what's happening. I try to sit up but the aching discomfort of my stomach stops me.

"Wha- what are yo-you going to do to me?" My eyes frantically move from Ian to Joel as Joel quickly advances on me. He goes to lift up my shirt but I smack his hand away.

"You stupid bitch." He lifts his hand to slap me but Ian stops him.

"Joel, just check her out." He rubs his hand over his face and I notice how genuinely worried he looks. Pssht, yeah right. I roll my eyes.

"OWWWW!" I shout when Joel presses his hand on my stomach. It's hurts bad enough when I inhale so why would he touch it? Stupid jerk.

"Damn, shut up. I'm not even pressing down that hard." He sighs in frustration.

"It's ha- hard enough." I retort. He may barely be touching me but his hand feels like a boulder on my bruised flat stomach.

"Ava, stop." Ian sternly looks at me and I look at my shirt.

"Sorry." I mutter.

"So what is it?" Ian asks quizzically as he folds his arms and faces Joel.

"Not that serious...I'd say a minor fracture in her right rib. She should heal in a few weeks. I'd give her some pain killers though." Joel responds nonchalantly.

"Dammit! The wedding is Saturday." Ian runs his fingers through his tousled blond hair then sits on the edge of the bed, holding his head down.

"Wait! It's bro- broken!? And ho- how do you kn- know?" I stutter. It's dreadfully hard to speak when your rib is broken.

"Yeah it's broken. And I studied medicine in college before I decided to become a pimp instead." He puts his hands in his pockets while smirking at me.

My mouth hangs open in shock. Both from Ian breaking my rib and that perv studying medicine.

"I'm kidding Ava. I did study medicine though. Anyway I gotta go. Bye man." Joel and Ian bro- hug before he waves at me. I watch him leave and let out a sigh of relief.

"If you're still not feeling well by Friday, I'll reschedule the wedding." Friday is in two days. I can't be healed in two days. Joel said a few weeks. While I'm in thought Ian leans over and kisses my lips. Once again, I swallow the bile in my throat.

He hands me two Ibuprofen and a glass of water.

"Take these and get some rest. I'll be downstairs so if you need me, holler." And with that he closes the door, leaving me alone and broken. Literally.