Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Four

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I should have stayed. Stayed in your arms where I belong."

"Too late,"

I began to panic. The thought of losing him would forever haunted me.

"Dan!" I cried as the police officer took me away from them.

"He'll be alright dear," they cooed to me and walked me back to the police car.

"But this is my fault. I shouldn't have ever told anyone," I blamed myself, and meant every word of it.

An hour or so of questions and bandages went by. The police woman questioned me on my living situation, and if I was indeed being abused by Lance. They asked me my relation to Dan, and what triggered the abuse.

I didn't really feel comfortable talking about all of this, not when all my neighbours and the whole street watched and gossiped about me and my life. They took Lance back to the station to talk to him, fearing he may be violent and didn't want him to hurt anybody else.

Finally after some paperwork, the time came where I got to see Dan. He walked over to me slowly, a bruise much like the one on my leg found its way to his eye. I knew that this was my fault, and I really just wanted to hide away and never return.

"It's not your fault," He cooed and stopped beside me.

I shook my head, "I broke a promise I should have kept to you."

"Promises break sometimes," he explained, avoiding eye contact with me.

I looked back up at his face, studying the black and blue bruise on his swollen eye. I had never once seen his beautiful face look so pained. My eyes closed and I tried not to think about what might happen next.

I felt his arms wrap around me, and I tried not to give in. But I couldn't help myself, he smelled so comforting. I wrapped my arms back around him tightly, "Don't let them take me away. Not without you," I murmured into his shoulder.

"I'm not going anywhere," he promised and rested his head in my neck as we swayed in the night.

"As long as you don't have any more questions, you two can go home," a police officer interrupted us.

"What about Lance?" I asked them shakily.

They frowned, "We have no concrete evidence that he was actually abusing you. But he is being taken to the station right now to be questioned about his behaviour here."

I felt Dans warm hand intertwine with mine, "Thank you."

The police officer sighed, "Be safe and call us next time, instead of your friend here."

I nodded and thanked the officer. Hoping that I didn't have to see Lance for a while.

"Lets get you home," Dan cooed.

I looked back up at him, "I don't want to leave you."

A smile spread across his beaten up face, "I meant my home."

"Right," I smiled weakly, trying to push fears of him returning for me later out of my head.

Some neighbours still lingered in the street even after the action had calmed down; whispering to each other about what happened. "They're still staring?" I asked as we made our way to Dans car.

"Well for a while there you were in your underwear, I was punched and there was a lot of yelling. So I guess it's understandable." He told me calmly and lead me into his car.

I nodded and as Dan started up his car, "I'm sorry, i'm so so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Dan sent me a weak smile as pulled his seatbelt on.

"I should have stayed. Stayed in your arms where I belong," I cooed softly, looking out of the window as we began to drive.

"Too late," He replied weakly.