Amber is an 18 year old girl attending art college. She keeps to herself and only really talks to her friend Jess. Ronnie is a rockstar, he saw Amber one day, became obsessed with her and has been stalking her since. What will happen when he finally...
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Ronnie's POV
Why did I do that? I slammed my fist against the wall, putting a pretty decently sized hole it it. I wanted to keep her safe, I didn't want her to be fucking scared of me, but nooooo, I had to go and let my anger get the best of me. God I can't forget the look in her eyes when I left her. She was scared out of her mind, and I don't blame her. I fucking hurt her. Why did I have to fuck everything up the first day she was here. I walked over to the basement door and pressed my ear against it. She was crying. No she was sobbing. God I felt so bad. I stayed there, listening to her cry until she quieted. She must've fallen asleep. I unlocked the door and crept down the stairs. She was curled up on the mattress, shivering, covered in dried sweat and tears. I walked to her and gently picked her up. I brought her back up the stairs into my room and laid her on the bed.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered to her sleeping form, "everything will be okay, I promise."
I lightly kissed her forehead and covered her with a blanket. She rolled over in her sleep, wrapping the blanket around herself, wincing as she moved. Shit, she must be in a lot of pain. I needed to get her something so that she'd feel better, or at least numb. I pulled out my phone and called someone I hadn't talk to in a very, very long time. Antonio, my drug dealer from back when I was a addict.
"Ronnie?" He seemed surprised.
"Yeah, um I've got a little bit of a situation, a girl that can't weigh more than 115 pounds is passed out at my house, she's cut up and bruised and in a lot of pain. Do you think you could get me some prescription strength pain killers?"
"Yeah," he hesitated, "they're gonna be pretty damn expensive though."
"I don't care, just get them and get to my house as soon as you physically can."
"I'll be there in within the hour."
"Thanks." I hung up the phone.
He was at my house 45 minutes later, and I didn't even let him inside, I just handed him a few grand in cash, grabbed the drugs, shut the door and ran into the kitchen. They were pills, I read the info on the back, for her size she'd have to take about three, I quickly googled what would happen if someone as small as her took four. Worse case it just would have any extra effect. Better to be safe than sorry, I didn't want her to be in any more pain. I grabbed a bottle of water and headed up the stairs. I peaked into my room, she was still asleep. I sat on the bed next to her before picking her up and sitting her against me.
"Amber," I whispered into her hair, "you've gotta wake up."
She slightly stirred, but didn't open her eyes.
"C'mon Amber, I've got something to make you feel better."
I gently stroked her cheek until she woke up. When she saw me holding her, her eyes went wide and she started to shake. I pulled her against my body, wrapping my arms protectively around her, I felt a few tears slip from her eyes onto my shoulder.
"I'm not gonna hurt you angel," I lightly ran my fingers through her purple hair, "I'm so sorry I hurt you, I swear I'll never do it again... I brought you something to take the pain away."
She pulled away from me and looked into my eyes, chewing on her bottom lip. She looked a bit more calm.
"Hey," I brought the bottle of pills out of my pocket, handing them to her before grabbing the water bottle off of the bedside table, "you can't take anymore than four, okay?"
She just nodded, opening the bottle and letting four pills drop into her tiny palm. She looked at me and hesitated.
"How do I know they aren't poison?" She breathed out.
"I wouldn't poison you," it was maddening to know that she thought I still wanted to hurt her, "I want you to feel better, I'm so fucking sorry that I hurt you and I swear I'll never do it again." Tears prickled in my eyes, threatening to fall before I blinked them back.
"Okay," she sighed, putting them in her mouth and reaching for the water bottle.
She drank half of it before looking back up at me hesitantly, not knowing what to say.
"I'm sorry I woke you up," I apologized, "you just looked so hurt."
"Thank you." She breathed.
She still looked uneasy, but now more shocked than terrified. I looked down at her, she was still just in her underwear, and her shirt was covered in dried sweat, dirt, and blood. I started to pull her shirt off, she winced and backed away from me.
"Wh- what're you doing?" She stuttered.
"Your shirts dirty, it doesn't look comfortable."
She seemed to relax a little as I said this, taking it off herself and covering her chest with her arms.
"Here," I pulled my shirt off, "you'll get cold if that's all you have on."
Amber's POV
He pulled his shirt over my head slowly... why was he being so nice? He was so bipolar. Earlier he was hitting me, and cutting me, and now he was being so gentle, taking care of me and promising he would never hurt me again. He pulled my body against his own, hugging me before kissing the top of my head.
"Get some rest." His voice cracked. Was he crying? I know I shouldn't, but I felt bad.
He got up, pulled the blanket back over me and headed towards the door.
"Just call for me if you need anything," he looked at me with a pained expression, "I'm gonna lock the door, don't get up, if you need to use the bathroom call for me, I don't want you to reopen the cut on your leg."
As he turned to lock the door, I couldn't help but stare at his tattooed chest. Not gonna lie, he was pretty attractive... god what was I thinking, he fucking kidnapped me and beat me.
"Wait," I croaked before I could stop myself, "stay with me."
When he turned he had tears in his eyes.
"Okay." His voice cracked.
He walked toward me, hesitantly laying beside me. I don't know why, but for some reason I felt safer with him next to me, even though he had hurt me. What the hell was I thinking? I shivered when I thought about what had happened. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my covered back flush against his bare chest. He must've thought I shivered because I was cold... I mean I was, and his warm skin felt good against mine, but that's not why I shivered. It made me smile that he cared enough to try to keep me warm. I placed my small hard over his large one that was resting by my stomach as I drifted off to sleep. Maybe this wasn't hell after all.
A/n: yes this was super fluffy, there will be smut eventually, but I wanted to put in some floof... please vote and comment, it would mean the world to me. :)
