PS: RMCF. An Isco Alarcón Fan Fic

Chapter 7

(a/n I'm sorry this has taken so long. I've just been so stuck with this one. Here is part of the last scene from Isco's point of view and a little more than usual to make up for my absence. I want to thank everyone for their love. It makes a writer's day; truly it does.)

Isco's P.O.V.

I hadn't seen her since yesterday, so I'd decided to go to her dorm and surprise her. I also wanted to know how it'd all gone with Marc so I walked over from training which had let out early today. I was approaching her door when I heard some struggling. I put my ear against the door and she was begging Marc not to do something. I burst in without thinking and thank God the door was unlocked.

There she was, naked on the bed. Her body was shaking and she was crying as he forced her legs open with his hands and was naked from the waist down on top of her. A wave of rage came over me and I tackled him, knocking him against the wall. I closed my fist and punched him so hard my knuckles started bleeding shortly thereafter. I dropped his close-to-limp body on the ground and mustered a: "Get the hell out of here, asshole, before I call the police."

I looked over to Cristina who was putting the covers over her still trembling, naked body, her face drenched in tears. I had really done some damage to his mouth because he was wiping the blood off as he made the huge mistake of threatening me. I don't know how I restrained myself from killing him then and there but I knelt and told him to beat it before I really did punch the crap out of him. He ran out like the rat he is and I rushed to lock the door and give her my own shirt to put on.

As she removed the covers, I looked away to give her some privacy. After what I'd witnessed when I burst through that door, I did NOT feel like seeing her naked at all. I waited until she interrupted my thoughts with the words: "Hold me." I took her in my arms and cradled her there as she cried. I soothed her as best I could. She kept stroking my arm until she took my hand in hers and felt the blood on my knuckles. She gasped as she glanced at her bloody fingertips and looked at me, worried. I smiled and pressed her hand. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." I cleaned her hand with the hem of my shirt and held her closer.

She then took my shirt in her fists, buried her face in my chest and had another weeping fit. I could only imagine what it could be like for a woman to go through this horrible experience. Worst of all, with someone you thought you knew. "I'm right here. Everything will be fine." I whispered into her hair. Suddenly, I was so grateful for being here at this moment. For being with her in this horrible time. Being able to protect her and making her feel safe in my arms. Every event that day took place so that I could burst through that door before the worst happened. I could only be thankful to God who had obviously helped me as I stroked her back and her sobbing slowed.

"He said he would tell. He said he would tell." She whispered, horrified. She kept crying and I furrowed my brow. What? Who? I waited until her shaking had ceased and asked. "Who? Who would tell?" She took the bloody part of my shirt in her hands and looked at it. "I'm sorry. So sorry." She sounded so incoherent. It worried me so much. I took both her hands in mine and waited until she looked up at me. Her gaze was lost and she still looked scared out of her wits. "You don't have to be scared anymore. I'm here. You're safe." She then looked down and averted my gaze. "Hey, look at me. There's nothing to be afraid of. Not anymore." "I know. Thank you." She whispered. I kissed her forehead and cleaned her face with my thumbs. "I love you." "I love you, too." I responded as I bent to press my lips lightly against hers.

"Now, what were you talking about? Who would tell what?" "Marc. Marc said he would tell on us. Your career was in danger. I..." "Wait, wait." I stopped her because I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What? You put your life in danger because of me?" "I was just afraid that your dream would be destroyed because of me." I took her hands in mine again and looked into her eyes. "Promise me you'll never do something like that ever again. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you because of me." "But Isco...I...I couldn't live without you. I'm the one who would never forgive herself if we couldn't be together because of me."

"Your safety is the most important thing, ok? We'll learn. We'll live. You can't endanger yourself like that." She nodded rapidly. "I understand." She pressed her lips together very hard as if holding back tears. "Promise me. Promise you'll keep safe even if it means not being together." She nodded looking down. "I promise." She said softly. "I'd live a thousand lives far away from you if it meant you'd be safe." She looked up at me and half-smiled. It took her a while to come up with a response and she finally said: "Maybe I'd be safe but never happy." "Yes you would. You'd find happiness with someone else. You're..." I was lost looking at her and trying to come with an adjective to describe her. "...incredible." I really couldn't come up with anything better because, to me, she was the perfect girlfriend. Sweet, honest, funny, smart... "I don't want anyone else. I want you."