Breakaway | d.h

Chapter Seventeen

"Speak to me. Please,"

"It'll be okay. I won't let him hurt you,"

"Too late,"

Daniel's POV

My mind was a mess, a beautiful mess. I tried not to think about Lance, but how could I not? I just had sex with his girlfriend. Surely that was worth stabbing somebody over.

I certainly felt like stabbing him every time I noticed a new hickey on her porcelain body. How could someone be that broken, yet so beautful?

I closed my eyes in thought as the warm water crashed over my body. I knew that I shouldn't leave Katie for too long, especially after she had finished crying. But I had to be clean.

Showering was always something I liked to do after getting sweaty, to me it just seemed like the reasonable thing to do. Why continue the day being gross when you could quickly clean up for five minutes and return nice and clean?

I opened my eyes and started to rise off my body. My thoughts still a big mess inside my head.

Was she thinking of Lance that whole time? Did I move us in a direction she wasn't ready for? And why did she cry afterwards?

Either way I think I owed her an apology. It was my fault after all, I'm the one who started kissing her. She was just sitting so peacefully until then.

I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a blue towel from the back of the door and began to dry my hair.

Once I finished drying off my hair, I began drying off my body. But something didn't feel right. It wasn't as quiet as it was before. I paused for a moment, holding my breath as I listened.

It was quiet, but voices were definitely coming from my apartment. I furrowed my eyebrows and quickly dried myself off one last time. I wasn't expecting anybody, and to my knowledge Katie wasn't either.

I threw on some clothes that laid on the bathroom floor from my shower the night before. I didn't care if they we're clean or dirty, I would change once I finished inspecting.

I at least needed to be half decent in case it was somebody important, like that police officer who never followed up on my domestic violence report.

That stupid bastard.

I opened the bathroom door and I instantly heard Katie talking. I decided to wait and listen to what they were saying. Even though I was pretty sure it was Lance.

"I'm sorry. I just needed something to wear," She apologized softly.

"Well come on. We're leaving," He said sternly.

I twisted my lips as I waited another moment. Lance was in my apartment. But if he didn't know that I was here, what would he do? Would she really leave again?

"I'm staying here. I can't do this anymore Lance. I love- ow! Stop," she pleaded.

I quickly made my way over to them. He had taken her away from me one too many times. I wasn't ready to let him take her again.

Lance had his hand wrapped around her arm tightly when I came into view.

"Oh hey Howell. Just collecting my whore," he barked cockily, an obvious attempt to get under my skin.

I shook my head. She wasn't his. She wasn't anybody's, and she definitely wasn't a whore.

I wanted to help her, but how?
Lance was way stronger than I was, especially when he was drunk off his ass.