My Hero, My Mate (On Hold)

Chapter 2

A/N: Hey guys!!! I've decided to spend some time writing this story when I have nothing to do (which is basically always.) I would much appreciate it if you guys told me what you think so far, I would like a lot of encouragement so I can keep on writing this story, though in 3 weeks updates for all my stories will be limited 'cause school starts again over here in Australia! Good thing is though, I made a time table for mornings before I go to school, I should spend ten minutes in the morning writing this story, I do that everyday of the week and then write for half an hour on this story on the weekend.

Chapter 2

Dawn's POV

The guy who saved me slowly approached my weeping body. He took small hesitant steps towards we, probably trying not to scare me with the state I'm in.

It hurt so much, how the rope tightened around my neck, slicing my skin like a butchers knife cutting beef. I was trying frantically to get the rope off of my neck or at least loosen it so it wouldn't break my throat, but it was so hard. With each yank I pulled it would only tighten, giving me less room to breathe. I could feel it starting to stop my air supply, breaking my throat.

Then he jumped through the window, searching around for something to help me with. My eyes widened in shock as he looked through the bottom draw of my bedside table, seeing the knife, sleeping pills and gun. But he ignored all those things and pulled out the knife.

Then he ran back over to me and cut the rope, I gasped for breath as I fell to the ground clutching my neck. I could feel the blood dripping slowly down my neck.

Earlier had I stripped off my tank top, it was getting in the way and making the bruises on my stomach hurt any more.

Luckily I could hide my embarrassment with the scared feeling I have in the pit of my stomach, making my tears flow even more.

“Shh,” he said as he approached me.

I let out another sob, backing further into the corner. I didn't want him to hurt me, I was afraid he would be like my family, coming closer so he could have a go at me.

But he wasn't like that at all.

He crouched down in front of me and wrapped his healthy, muscular arms around my thin body, pulling me up from the ground and hugging me.

My knees felt as if they would give way, so I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, completely forgetting that I was only in a pair of shorts and a bra, probably looking like a complete mess right now.

I put my head between his neck and shoulder, spilling tears all over his tan skin and dark blue shirt, patches of tears making the material go black. My eyes were stinging, the salty tears burning my cheeks and they slowly skidded down them.

“I'm, so-so s-scared” I whined, but I don't think he heard me from my sobs.

We stayed like that for a good 15 minutes, me crying into his neck and him rubbing my back and saying soothing things.

I know I shouldn't of been crying all over a stranger, I know I shouldn't trust him, and I don't. I just needed someone to hug right now. Whether it be a stuffed teddy bear, an alive panda, even a drug dealer, he happened to be the one closest to me. He saved me from myself, well for tonight, anyway...

“What are you doing, Brandon?” a deep voice asks.

Who's Brandon?

The guy who was holding me turned around to face the window, giving the other guy a view of my bare body except the few pieces of material.