Trusting Milo

XIII

M I L O

After I finished the mission with Wes, I noticed Indie still hadn't come back. I handed my controller to Dave and then made my way upstairs towards the bathroom. There were people all over the place and I began searching the crowds for my little green eyed kitten.

I thought I heard someone yell but the music was blaring through the house and I couldn't be too sure. When I got closer to the door, I was about to knock, when I heard a blood curdling scream on the other side.

I flung the door open to one of the football jocks from school straddling Indie, and then all I saw was red.

I don't remember how many times I had knocked his face in, and truthfully I didn't fucking care. The fact that this disgusting piece of shit had the audacity to even touch my girl, made my blood boil. The kid got a couple hits in, but I didn't even feel it.

Indie cried out just as I went for another swing. All of my attention snapped to her; I had been so busy wailing on this dude that I never even checked to make sure she was okay.

I got up and started walking to her, but right at she called out my name, her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I watched her body fall limp.

I cradled her in my arms, quickly looking around for any signs of damage. My hand that was placed under her head began to feel sticky. Lifting it up, I realized it was blood and everything started to move in slow motion.

"Milo, what the hell ha--," Tanner said as he ran into the bathroom, his eyes widening in horror when he saw the scene before him.

"Get her to Carlos, now!," he yelled, yanking me out of my trance.

I raced down the hallway, carrying her bridal style to the SUV, Jake and Tyler trailing behind me. Once I had slid into the back seat, Tyler drove us to see the gang's on site doctor.

"What the fuck happened?!" Jake growled out.

"I walked in on Gage attacking her," I grumbled out, clenching my jaw tighter as the image reappeared in my mind.

"Does she have any other injuries besides her head?," Tyler asked.

With that said, I started to analyze her from the face down. I saw that the button to her pants were undone, making the anger rise up again. I noticed her shirt had been pulled up, exposing some skin but stopped instantly when my eyes landed on a blackened line going straight across her lower abdomen.

What the fuck?

I lifted her shirt a little more to get a better view, only to realize I was looking at a very ugly, purple and black bruise.

"What the fuck?," I questioned again, but this time out loud.

Jake whipped his head around as I clicked the dome light on, lifting her shirt up more.

We looked down at her stomach to see three dark lines with purple splotches surrounding them. My heart rate was through the roof at this point, and my eyes were beginning to water.

"Who the fuck would do that?," Jake said through gritted teeth.

"Do what? What are you talking about?," Tyler said, reangeling the rear view mirror to put Indie in sight.

I felt the car jerk, knowing he now saw what we could see.

Within seconds, the car had jolted to a stop. I leapt out with her in my arms, racing up the front steps. I threw the door open and took her directly to the basement, knowing that Tanner had already called him with the details.

"Lay her down here," Carlos instructed.

I laid her fragile little body down as gently as I could, stepping back so that he could examine her.