Playing With Fire || d.h

36. Fight Club

A/N: Whoops the title photo isn't Dan but there's no photos on like of Dan beat up which is probably a good time so whatevah

Your POV

"Why-how are..." I can only get a few syllables out of my gaping mouth, my eyes bulging in shock and fear.

He raises his brows in amusement, his belittling smile sending horrid shivers through me. "You may have blocked me, but I still had your number. It wasn't that hard to trace you."

I stand in awe, my mind filling with fuzz. James then says, "Well, are you gonna let me in, or what?" He doesn't wait for my answer, and shoves me out of the way with his shoulder, walking into the foyer and closing the door behind him. As soon as he does, Dan walks into the foyer, and every bone in my body lights up with the urge to scream and tell him to leave, and hide, and never come out. I'm not able to say anything, however, and James immediately spots him.

"Oh, is this the little bitch you've been fucking while I was gone?" He asks casually, his eyes digging into Dan like an x-ray.

"James, what are you doing here?" The words are able to escape my mouth like vomit, and I'm proud at how strong they sound. However, as he turns and looks down at me, like Godzilla leaning over a frail human, I want nothing more than to shrink into a ball and disappear. My chest is heaving as silent, deep breaths escape my nose and tears gather in my eyes.

"Is that really how you're gonna treat me, even after all the shit you've already done? Stop acting like a bitch, or I'll give you a reason to cry," he snarled, taking a threatening step toward me.

"Get the fuck away from her," someone snarls behind me. James and I both turn our heads to Dan. The hatred masking his face sends unfamiliar fear through me.

James stands silent for a second, then gives a maniacal laugh. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" He asks, only looking entertained by the situation. When Dan doesn't reply, James takes the initiative.

"C'mon, we're going," James turns to me and makes a violent grab for my arm, making me yelp and jump out of his reach at the last second.

"Hey!" Dan shouts, and storms in front of James. As big as James has made himself compared to me, I think for a second how weird it is to see Dan nearly towering over him, as he's at least four inches taller.

"Touch her again, and I swear, you'll wish all I did was hit you," Dan growls. The smug look slips from James' face, replaced with hatred. I push myself against the wall nearest me, frozen to the spot.

"Dan? (Y/n)?" I hear Dodie's muffled voice from the living room, and my heart drops even further, basically landing on the floorboards beneath me.

James turns toward the doorway to the lounge, then looks back at me, an almost murderous look on his face. He pushes Dan out of his face, and strides into the lounge. Dan glances at me, then runs after James. It takes about thirty seconds for me to un-paralyze myself, and rush after them.

"Who the fuck are you two shitheads?" James asks, leaning casually against the doorframe, obviously trying to look threatening.

"Who the hell are you?" Dodie instantly counters, her brows creased with hatred, her jaw clenched.

James laughs. "You don't need to know. I'm just here to take back this girl, and bring her back to where she belongs." The way he snarls 'girl' makes me want to scream.

"If you think I'd ever go anywhere with you, then you really are a fucking moron!" I yell at him, my voice coming back as anger overpowers my anxiety.