So I met this guy in a red suit (OLD)

Chapter 8

Edited

I breathe in, gaining conscious again. I move my arms, realizing they were tied behind me. My head ached and everything felt dizzy. My hair stuck to my sweaty face.
I hear a heavy door open, making me jolt up. A big man walks into the room. He walks slow, his heel clicking on the cement. He wore a dirty leather jacket and jeans.

He stands there, staring at me. I look around nervously before speaking up "so... Are you gonna say how I should be scared and how you're gonna kill me?"

The man looks at me confused for a moment "of course not. You are simply just something we need for a little while. Just to get him to us."

"Well, that's true. He will probably come get me... And I'm gonna beat you up."

The man chuckles "uh you mean your little boyfriends gonna kill me. You wouldn't be able to do much" he leans down to me, breathing against my face. I scrunch my nose from the smell.
"Your just a lady."

I tilt my head back "well."
I headbutt the man, making him yell. He distances himself from me, grabbing his nose. "Im a pissed off lady!"

"You bitch" he growls, gripping his nose tighter as blood seeped through his fingers. He hurries out of the room, closing the door.

I lower my head, cursing. I had a massive headache now from that.
One thing I was sure of was that Wade was gonna have to save me.

I start to twist and pull from the rope around my wrists, hoping that I could probably get out of it.

Meanwhile with Wade...

Wade drifts a left, trying his best to follow the GPS.
"You have reached your destination," it says, making Wade stomp on the brakes.

The wheels squeal, leaving marks on the road. Wade kicks the door open and walks out, two guns in his hands

"The prince has arrived, my princess!" He yells, strutting to the door.

Wade, again, kicks that door open, his guns aiming in front of him. There was a long hallway, with no one to be seen. Wade tiptoes down, cautiously gazing around.

Suddenly he hears whistling. Wade freezes, listening closely. A man strolls down the hall his eyes closed and coffee in his hand and a gun in his pocket. He opens his eyes and freezes, dropping his coffee.

I shake the chair, pulling my wrist harder and harder. "Come on" I grumble, trying to slide my hands out. The rope scratched on my hands, making it painful. I let out a frustrated sigh, my hand's fists.

Then I hear gunshots and yells. I stare at the door. "Wade?" I call out.

I hop around a bit, pulling vigorously on the wrists until I knew it left scars.
But after a while, it seemed hopeless again. I look down, breathing heavily. It had gone silent.

Until the door opens again. Wade enters, breathing a lot heavier than me.
"I'm... Here!" He pants.

"Wade! Please get me out."

I can see Wade grin through his mask, as he walks towards me. I noticed all the scratches on his now healed leg since the cloth from his suit was cut off with his other leg. He cuts off the rope, letting me finally stretch.

"Thanks" I smile, standing up.

"No problem"

We walk down the hall together, walking over the bodies. "So did you get that fat guy that wanted to kill you?"

"He drove away... So he might try to kidnap you again"

"That's nice"

We walk out of the building, getting in the stolen car. We sit silently for a while.

"Sorry for getting you kidnapped" Wade mumbles.

I look to him, then to the window "its fine. I mean, I'm not dead, so."

"But you could've been... And it's my fault."

I think for a moment, trying to find the right words "well... I'm not. That's all that matters... Ok?"

Wade stays silent, starting the car. He starts driving, the back bumper of the car falling off from all the things he had hit earlier to get there.

It was a quiet car ride, no smart remarks. No stupid jokes. Not even flirtatious ones. I realized that Wade must have felt really bad.

When we get home, Wade parks the car in the woods so no one could find the stolen car. And we walk to the front door. I open it up and we walk inside, locking it behind us.

Wade walks towards the couch.

"Hey, Wade?"

He turns to me. "You can sleep in my bed tonight... If you want"

He looks down "Nah... I mean you probably need the room to sleep."

"I'll feel safer if your there" I reply.

He rubs the back of his neck, staring at me. But nods. We walk upstairs together. I go to the bathroom for a quick shower and change to a t-shirt and shorts. Wade does the same as I waited in my room.

He comes to my room changed with the clothes he found in my closet last time, still with his mask. He slides into my bed but faces away from me.

I turn off the lights, and lay there, our backs touching.

But the pressure... I didn't like it. I turn to face his back. "Wade... Look at me"

He does so "what?"

I make sure he turns his whole body to me. I stare at what I could see from the illuminating light of the moon through my window. I hold his mask and raise it. He had so many scars and scratches. To be honest, yea he was ugly. But not in a bad way.

I stare at him. Him staring at me. "So... Like what you see?" He grins nervously.

I smile, kissing him. Wade tenses a little, surprised but kissed back. I hold his cheek as he grabs my waist. Then the kiss turns heated. We add tongue and he towers over me, my legs around him.

He takes his shirt and I took off mine. Ny hands run through his back as his kisses go down my neck. I tilt my head back, letting out a soft moan.

Let's just say last night made him feel better.

(Oooooooooh slight smutt?? Sorry, I didn't actually put it, I dont know if you guys want that. I think I did put it on my tags?? If you want me to put it in this story, just comment.)