Sadist vs. Masochist

Chapter 3

*Isiah POV*

I sped up as fast I could, this can not be the day she gets hurt. The truck nipped the end of our car causing us to spin and hit a couple of parked cars. She looked at me, her eyes spilling over with worry.

After stopping, the guy in the truck left the scene before anything could be charged. I didn't even care to get his plates, Pipper was the only thing running throughout my mind.

She saw me after getting out of the car and ran up to me, practically jumping. Her poor heart must be scared, I grabbed her and never wanted to let go for as long as my lungs breathed air.

I felt her heart beating stronger than mine ever has in my life. Moving the hair from her cut forehead, the blood had stained her shiny blonde hair. Slowly setting her onto the street, I walk profoundly to the back of our car. The taillight was broken and so was the back window. The glass shards had scratched a part of my neck from flying forward.

Opening the car door for Pipper, her knees trembled as she sat down. Luckily knowing her so well, I keep a grey rabbit stuffed animal in the back seat for times like these. I gently shut her door and go to the backseat. There it sits with a blanket over it. Grabbing the stuffed animal quickly, I shut the back door walking behind the car to my side. Climbing in I hand her the stuffed animal.

"Baby, here, hold this. There's also a blanket in the back if you want it," I softly say looking at her.

"Aw thank you honey. Are you okay?"

Looking at the concern rising up in her startled body, "We will be love."

After 20 minutes pass we arrive home. Pulling up I immediately notice the window on the door is shattered. Looking to the right the bedroom window was shattered in pieces.

"Pipper call 911 and get down to the dashboard, now," I sternly command. Quietly opening my door and closing it, I turn the broad corner that leads to the front door. The large grey door was jammed and unable to be opened. Hearing them rumble through every memory and item Pipper and I have created and earned is tearing me apart.

*Pipper's POV*

"P-Please hurry," the words stutter out of my mouth to 911. After giving the address, I hang up. Looking a little into the window, the bathroom window is shattered as a tall man wearing sweatpants and a dark grey sweater jumps out. 'Oh no. He's going to go for Isaiah.' Just as my mind races this thought around, the man reaches to his ankle and...