Broken Star // Chandler Riggs Fanfiction

Chapter 12

I felt Matthew being yanked off me. I quickly covered myself with the covers of the bed.

I looked to see Matthew on the floor. Quinn was on top of him, throwing punches at his face.

I couldn't stop the tears as they flowed down my face. My breathing was heavy and I could still feel Matthew's hands groping me.

I heard a thud and saw Quinn dropping Matthew on the floor. Matthew lay unmoving on the floor.

Quinn was breathing heavily as he stared at Matthew, he slowly turned to face me.

Sobs racked my body, as Quinn approached me. He sat next to me.

"Are you okay?" His voice was hoarse.

"No," I choked out. Quinn started collecting my clothes, he shrugged off his black hoodie and draped it over my shoulders. I sat unmoving, as he slowly reached his hand out to me.

I pulled back when he tried to rest an arm on my shoulder. He muttered an apology.

"Do you want me to take you home?" He said quietly. I nodded as he handed me my clothes. We found a bathroom and I changed into my clothes. I still had Quinn's jacket draped over my shoulders. It was the only thing comforting me.

"We need to tell your dad," he muttered.

"No, we can't, you can't tell anyone please," I pleaded, tears flowed down.

"Okay, I won't, it's okay, I'm here," he whispered. I stumbled as he lead me to his car. He helped me stumble over to the car, he opened the door for me as I climbed inside.

"Before we go home, can we visit the park in our neighborhood," I said quietly. He nodded and drove off.

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The silence between us was calming. We were sitting on the field overlooking Los Angeles and the sunset.

Quinn sat next to me, so far he hadn't asked many questions.

"What the hell happened tonight?" He faced me and I could see tears in his eyes.

"He got me drunk," I muttered.

"Why were you out in the first place, what happened," he persisted.

"I was trying to forget," I sighed.

He nodded, I knew he could tell by now who I was talking about.

"There are boys who will care about you and respect you," he said.

"I just don't know where to find them," I played with the grass.

"What about here?" He asked, his eyes met mine.

Although all night I had felt dirty, abused, and awful. In that moment I thought everything would be okay.

I scooted closer to Quinn, I rested my head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me.

"I should probably go home, Norman's probably worried," I said looking up at Quinn. Our faces were so close. I leaned in and our lips met.

He wasn't a bad kisser, he just seemed average, nothing out of the ordinary.

I pulled away and our eyes met.

"I really like you," he mumbled.

I just smiled and pecked his cheek. We went back to his car and drove to my house.

We walked up to my front door. I paused and faced Quinn.

"Do you want to see a movie sometime?" He asked.