Desperate Hearts. (A Steven Tyler fanfiction)

Chapter 21: Brave

Marley's POV

I twisted my wrists to loosen one of the ropes. After a couple minutes it was loose enough for me to wiggle one of my wrists out.

I examined it, noticing how red and sore it was.

I took the small vase out of my bra, and set it down next to me on the bed.

I moved the pillow, revealing the knife and my phone.

I grabbed my phone quickly, and stuck it all the way, as deep as it could go, in my bra. I wiggled my chest, making sure it was secure. It was.

I took a couple deep breaths to brace myself.

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Steven's POV

I had drank about two beers. I wasn't even drunk. I had a strange feeling in my gut.

I was kind of lost in thought, when Joey nudged me.

As he was about to say something, a huge crash rang out.

I looked around at the guys and John.

"What was that?" I asked John.

John smiled. "I don't know, it was probably the wind knocking something over. I'll go check. You all stay here."

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Marley's POV

I winced as the crash rang out and the glass of the vase broke into pieces.

I quickly grabbed the knife, pulled my wrist back into the rope, cleverly hiding the knife behind my head as I laid against the bed frame.

I heard John's footsteps coming up the stairs. A second later, the door flew open.

His anger seethed on his face. "What the fuck did I tell you??"

He walked over to the bed and grabbed my throat. I tried to breathe as I felt the constriction.

I took a breath, braced.

It was time.

I released my wrist from the loose rope, and in one swift move, stabbed John in the stomach.

"AGGGGHHHHH OW!" He screamed.

My heart was racing as I cut my other wrist loose. I held my chest to keep my phone secure and raced out of the bedroom as fast as I could.

I ran down the stairs, and right into Steven.

His mouth dropped, and his face turned pale. "Marley??!"

I tried to catch my breath. I stared into his eyes.

"We all have to get out of here now." I pleaded, looking at the rest of the band, who had entered into the foyer of the house in front of the stairs.

Steven couldn't stop staring at me.

"Lets go Steven! Now!" I grabbed his hand and turned to follow the rest of the band as they opened the front door and ran-walked out. I could hear the pounding of the stairs. I turned my head and saw a limping John trying to come down the stairs. He was holding his stomach where I'd stabbed him.

"Marley!" He yelled, rage in his eyes.

I grabbed Steven and raced out of the apartment. Steven locked the door, and I tried to breathe as we got in his car. He turned the key, and the car started.

He drove away from my nightmare.

I sighed and started to sob. Steven gripped my hand.

"Call the police." I told him.

Somehow, we had gotten back to his house quick. He dialed his phone as he helped me out of the car and into the house.

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1 hour later

The police had just left, after I reported John and told them everything. They were going after him. Steven hadnt been with me when I did, because I wanted to tell him myself.

I walked into his bedroom, as he was sitting on the bed. He looked up, tears shimmering in his eyes. He walked over and caressed my face.

He pulled me in for a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." He said against my shoulder.

He pulled back and kissed me passionately, like if he stopped, I would disappear again.

I pulled out of it, and we stood in silence for a couple seconds before Steven spoke.

"What happened?" He asked.

I pulled him over to the bed, and we sat down.

I sighed as I began.

"That night after the show, he was in your dressing room..he put a cloth over my mouth. I woke up in a bedroom, in his apartment. He told me that I was going to be his, you know, and that you guys would never find me. He wanted money from you, that he knew you didn't have.."

I took a deep breath, and continued.

"He.. He raped me..the whole time. I felt so hopeless..I cried for you, hoping you would come and you didn't. I thought I was gonna be there forever. But I didn't give up. I had collected a knife that he had left in the room, and I hid it til tonight, and I-I stabbed him. I was brave, even though I was scared. When I ran down the stairs and saw you, I knew I was safe."

I looked into his eyes. He didn't say anything as he pulled me tight into his chest.

He kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry, Marley. That sick bastard...I'm gonna kill him."

I smiled a little. "Well, he's in jail, so that's out of the question."

He smiled.

Without any words, he pulled me down onto the bed, me safe in his arms. I hadn't realized how tired I was until I slowly fell asleep.

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