Saving Me ~Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds Fanfic~

Chapter 35

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"Ben?"

"Violet"

"What the hell?"

I was in utter shock. I couldn't move, well more than usual.

"Uh how have you been?" he breaks the deafening silence.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I dont bother answering his question.

"I uh work here smart one." the smirk plastered on his face makes me want to punch that perfectly tanned face.

"No shit.  Put my food down and get the hell out of my room now." I try to stand my group but his newly grown height advantage intimidates me.

"Oh but Violet, I was hoping we could catch up, like old times." that fucking smirk is even deeper as he sits on my  bed.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here. Do I need to spell it out for you? Are you still that damn stupid?" I put on my smirk this time, but then it disappears as he scoots closer to me.

"But baby I-"

"Dont you fucking call me that. Dont."

"But baby, I miss you, I miss us. I still want to put that fine ass dancer-body to use." and with that he recieved a slap to the face. "You fucking bitch!" my cheek then stung.

"Still the same Benjamin." I wipe the blood from lip, trying to hold the tears wanting to pour out of my eyes.

"Oh and the same bad ass Violet, but I forgot you had cancer. Well this should make it even more fun." Before I can react, his larger hands hold both of my wrists back above my head, restricting my movements. I try to knee him where the sun dont shine.He winced but didnt let go of my wrists. "Big mistake, Vi." he spits.

With his free hand, he lifts my shirt up, dragging his hand further and further up till he reaches my sports bra. I start screaming and try to kick him, but out of all times for this to happen, my legs completely fail at being legs. His hand retracts from under my shirt to clasp over my mouth.

"Scream one more damn time, Violet, and I will kill you," I flinch at his tone and words. But keep screaming. I would rather die than get raped by over controlling ex boyfriend. I feel a punch to my stomach. I lose my breathe and gasp for air. Ben starts to suck harshly at my neck, running his hand, that was clasped over my now muted mouth, along my body. I gain my breath back and scream again.

Ben suddenly falls to the floor with a boom.

"Dont you ever touch my girlfriend again! I will kill you next time you son of a bitch!" Nash kicks Ben in the stomach a few more times before turning to me and climbing on the bed over to me. Ben gets up and runs out of the room. Coward. "Violet, oh my gosh, baby, are you okay?" I grimace at the thought of the last time that nickname was used.

"Uh yeah, I am fine." I say as I regain my composure. "Please dont leave me." I say as he is about to get off the bed.

"I am just grabbing my sweatshirt. Dont worry." he retrieves his sweatshirt off the top of his suit case, then joins me back on the bed and snuggles me into his chest. "I will be talking to the manager about this first thing in the morning. Do you even know that prick?"

"Uh yeah...." I back out of his grip just enough for me to look him in the eye. "That was Ben.." his face turns red and his muscles tense. "Nash calm down. Please."

"Violet. You told me he was pressuring you into sex, but you never said he was a rapist type." He lets go of me and sits up.

"He wasnt this bad back then. He was a little pushy, but never like this. I dont know this side of Ben."

Nash stood up and pulled at the end of the strands of his hair.

"I should go back out there and kill him." he paces the floor in front of the bed. "Kick his face in, chop that happy little dick of his off, and end his fucking life."

"Nash calm down, please. I know you're pissed, so am I and at the moment, I am a little scared-no terrified. But you dont need to kill him. We will just turn him in." I gulp down the words and then think about it. This really wasnt Ben. Sure he was a little pushy on the sex subject, bt he would never go this far. Ever. I need to talk to him, of course I am scared shitless but still, it needs to be done.

"You're right. I am sorry babe. Okay, lets just talk about this later." Later... shit I was supposed to tell him what was wrong with me earlier. That will have to wait too.

"Can you hand me my food now?" I chuckle at the thought of forgetting about my food.

"Yes, of course. You need to eat." I roll my eyes as he hands me my plate. I forget that my boyfriend is actually in the room and shove my face. I didnt realize I was so hungry until I finished my plate in under 5 minutes. "Usually I would find that disgusting by any other girl, but that was kind of hot." Nash laughs.

"You're weird." I set my plate on the night stand and lay back down. Nash comes and lays next to me, putting an arm around my stomach.

"So is this a bad time to ask what was up earlier?" he asks cautiously.

"I guess not." I close my eyes. "I just feel like I am here to hurt you. What if I dont make it through this? What if one of these days I die? I dont want you to be hurt. I dont want you to be upset or anything. Thats why I was being distant. I just love you so much and I dont want you to have to go through this shit. I jus-" I stop as I am taken by yet another sob escaping my mouth. "I'm sorry Nash.. I just dont want to put you through this." he pulls me closer to his chest again and I soak his shirt with my tears as a few tears drop down from his face as well.

"Violet, do you not understand how much I love you? How much I need you? How much I cannot live without you?"

"Thats exactly why I dont want to put you through this. One of these days I might not be here."

"Dont fucking say that! Dont!" He covers his ears with his hands, like a child. "Stop thinking like that." he begins to cry harder. "You cant leave me Vi, you cant!" He sobs into my hair.

"Nash.. I'm not going anywhere. I am right here."