Tick list

Part 5

He must've done something to her.

And whatever it was,  I didn't stop it. I let it happen. This was my fault.

I stormed over to him and peeled him off her and she messily scattered to the corner holding as much of her dress together as possible. I looked over toward him as he was trying to do up his belt buckle before j saw it. I can honestly say that I wanted to kill him in that moment

I slammed him up against the wall and held his neck in place using my left arm. With the other, I repeatedly punched him square on the face until his weight was slumping down  I let him sink to the ground as I walked over to the bed  and in my state of rage I ripped off one of the posts and walked back over to him. I lifted the post and with all the force I had I brought it down into his stomach. I lifted it again to go for another hit when I heard a thud from the corner of the room. Her head has slipped onto the floor, where she had blacked out.

As I looked at her my anger faded a little. I dropped the bed post and walked over to her. Only then did I realise that my knuckles were cut, they didn't hurt though. I knelt down next to her and picked her up. What the hell did I do now? There was this dude KO'd in the corner, beaten to an inch of his pathetic life and a broken off wooden bed post. It was pretty obvious what had gone down, yet the reason was unclear. I made it my best intention to get Ivanna out of there as soon as I could so in one quick motion, I picked her up and walked out the door. I tried to shut it but doing that and carrying Ivanna was hard, so i walked off and left the door ajar.
Nobody was upstairs so i was clear to keep going although I new it would be a challenge to get her passed the party going un-noticed. I sat her down and swung her on my back, so that it looked like a piggy back ride, that type of shit always happened at parties, so there was no way anybody would suspect anything. As stupid it may seem, it was my best shot of getting her out.

I proceeded down the stairs. some people had passed out, others were straight up making out and the rest were in their own little world as the music continued to blare out. It was easier to hear though, which made it a little bit calmer to walk through

"Ivanna if you can hear me, don't you worry. I'm getting you're ass out of here okay?"

I felt a grip of her arms around my neck which signalled to me that she was regaining consciousness, finally. Getting her out would be a whole lot easier with her awake.

I finally got to the car and I let her sit up in passenger with the seat leaning down a little so she could rest. I started the car as I saw the light of the bedroom go on and a girl appeared in there. She clearly saw the guy on the ground as she covered her mouth and ran out. I thought that was the best time to get out so I drove out of the parking spot and continued onto the road.

As I drove I decided to turn on the radio but I kept the volume low. At that moment, the song that Ivanna had previously played on the way down came on. Mexico by the staves, she loved that damn girl group but I didn't change the song. If she was awake, maybe hearing her music would calm her to some extent.

Take it back or let me go
It's better if I tell you so
I've hurt you once before
And I'll do it again 

She started wriggling next to me. My vision jumped back and forth from the road to her

"Hey. You okay? Ivanna?"

She didn't open her eyes. But tears began to ran down her face, I could tell that she was trying her hardest not to burst, I don't blame her.
She sniffled "you're listening to my song"

"Don't get used to it" I whispered back with a smile playing on my lips.

she smiled as the tears continued to roll, then I assume she fell back to sleep. It all happened so quickly I just continued to play the song.

I got a hold of her phone and typed in the passcode, she did it in front of me about 6 times on the way down to the party and it was pretty easy to remember

2 - 0 - 1 - 3

I went into her contacts and called her dad, being carful not to crash my car

"Hi Mr. Anderson? Yeah it's Matthew Galloway. Hi, yes we had a good time thanks, listen Ivanna is really tired and
She's fallen asleep in my car and I'd rather not wake her, you know what she's like. She won't go back to sleep after that. Yes she's next to me, yes, of course, I'll tell her. Okay thank you for understanding, great she'll be home tomorrow okay bye now. Bye" 

I was no way letting her go home looking the way she did, her dad would've killed me.

We pulled into the driveway and I stopped the engine. I exhaled loudly and ran my left hand through my hair as I tried to figure out how I was gonna get her looking normal by tomorrow. What the fuck would i say to her dad? I got out and walked over to her side, I undid her seatbelt and picked her up, she swung her arms around my neck. It was pitch black by now and I looked at my watch which read 12:05 a.m we'd been a while.

I walked into my house and laid her down on the couch. It was probably a good idea to get her wearing some other clothes so I went into my room and got out some sweatpants and a t shirt, the only issue now was how the hell was i going to undress her without making it seem pervy? It was probably best to try and wake her

"Ivanna? Wake up. You need to get changed. Ivanna?" It was no use, she was long gone.

I carefully took off her dress, when I saw that she was pretty much covered in bruises...or hickies. God that guy made me sick. There was one on her neck, another one on her collarbone and the rest I'm pretty sure we're bruises. Her stomach her hips
Her face.
Oh god, why the fuck did I let this happen?

My eyes stung as I tried to blink away by blurry vision, i had to get it together.

I put on the shirt pretty easily but the sweatpants I had trouble with. I moved down till I was facing her feet and I gently moved her lower legs onto me so that I had room to shuffle on the trousers. I had gotten them to her hips when she breathed in. I looked at her wide eyed. If she woke up now she'd get a very wrong impression. Luckily she only turned to her side but now my hand was stuck between her hip and the couch, even when she was unconscious she managed to be fucking awkward. I chuckled.

Instead of trying to move I lowered myself behind her so that I was lying down. My hand was still caught by her hip but that didn't bother me anymore.

She turned again so that she was facing me. My hand was free but our faces cm's apart, what did i do? I didn't want to breath on her, my breath smelt of smoke. Just as I was contemplating what to do, she placed her head under my chin. I exhaled, thank god.

I put my arm around her to stop her from falling off the couch and making more damage, and after a long night, i drifted off too.