Not such a frantastic life

Truth

I flinched back at his loud, angry action. He turned to face me and a scared facial expression fell upon my face. I don't know why, but I was terrified.

"Lydia, baby. Please don't be scared." he said walking up to me. As he grabbed for my arm I flinched away.

"Lydia. Please." he spoke softly. I saw a tear in his eye but he managed to suck it back in.

Connor's eyes scanned my bloody bruised body. His eyes stopped my face. It's been sore ever since Jc slapped me there. He moved on. His eyes were now focused on my slightly torn shorts. Connor's eyes traveled down to my blood streaked legs. Tears filled his eyes and he once again started crying. He has been an emotional wreck since I had left him at the club. His face turned a deep red as tears fell down from his eyes. His fists clenched and un-clenched in a fast manner. Besides the previous time, I had never seen Connor like this. Cry, pissed, and flustered. At the same time at least. I inched my way towards my furious boyfriend and placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned around slowly, tears still streaming down his face, and looked at me. He looked at me like a new mother would do her new-born infant.

He caught me off guard by pulling me into his embrace. My sore arms and legs felt weak but I brushed it off of my shoulders. He started sobbing into my neck. His hot tears rolled down his face and onto my hoodie. He pulled back and looked me in the face. His reddened face was sad yet sincere.

He brought his lips to mine, and for the first time, sparks flew. It literally felt like someone put a firecracker in my mouth and let it explode. Connor's arms tighten around my waist and a sudden ache began in my back and stomach.

"Ow." I spoke pulling away from Connor's dynamite lips and held my sides.

"Did.. did he hurt you? Did he do that to you?" he said slightly raising his voice while pointing at my bruised cheek.

I didn't answer him and transitioned my glance to the ground.

"He did." he snarled through his teeth looking down at Jc. He started to stalk towards the beaten boy on the ground and I didn't stop him. A couple of tears broke through my eyes and streaked down my face. I couldn't help myself and started to sob. Connor spun on his heels to face me. His anger turned into sorrow in a second.

"Lydia." he said calmly coming over to me.

"I'm just so scared." I cried.

"Why me? Why me? Why didn't he have his way with someone else? Why?" I sobbed into my hands. Connor shrugged his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his chest.

"Lydia. It's all over now. I'm here. He is gonna do serious time. I'm not letting him get away with this, were gonna press charges."

"Lyd--" his sentence was cut short as I fell. Surprisingly he caught me. I fainted but I could still hear things that where being said.

"Lydia?" Connor said shaking me.

"Lydia! Wake up!" he said, his voice slightly cracked, shaking me harder. I felt couple of tears hit my face and he wiped them away notice that he spilled them on me.

"Fuck. Where the hell is this damn ambulance?" he shouted. Seconds later I heard Connor open the front door shouting at the paramedics to hurry up. They picked me up and carried me out to the ambulance. They place me in the back and I heard Connor rushing out.

"I'm riding in back with her." he spoke.

"I'm sorry sir, but you can't." the unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Bullshit if you think I'm not. She just got....... abused... by that perv in there. That's my baby. She isn't going anywhere without me anymore." He said. I could tell that he pushed his way past the paramedic and climbed into the ambulance because I smelt his cologne invade my nostrils. As the second paramedic climbed in Connor grabbed my hand and gripped it. Squeezing it every now and then, letting me know he wasn't going anywhere.

"Why'd she pass out?" Connor asked moments later.

"Maybe because of all this blood coming from her.. lower area." the guy said awkwardly.

"What the fuck is that?" Connor asked harshly. He's been feisty ever since we entered the club. Was it because he knew Jc was going to be there? Maybe because of all the things he said about me earlier was making him upset and stressed? My thoughts were interrupted by a cold hand running up my leg and pulling them apart. The thoughts flooded back to my mind of Jc.

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"You're not going anywhere." he whispered slowly into my ear.

"No! Please stop." I pleaded once more. Tears started to run down my cheeks at the thought of what Jc could do to me. I honestly don't want him. I want Connor. I wish I was in his arms laying in our bed. Cuddling.

"Connor! Connor! Please help me! Connor!" I shouted as Jc unbuckled my bra and started to grope and massage them. I struggled to get away and failed.

"Shut up. Connor isn't coming back." He said nibbling at my neck.

You're not going anywhere." he whispered slowly into my ear.

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