Dave was sleeping like a baby, damn, this guy has a heavy sleep.
"Dave, wake up!"
He smiled when he opened his eyes and saw me.
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"Hey princess." His smile faded when he noticed how frightened I was. "What's wrong baby?" He questioned, concerned.
"Dave, I heard noises, I think someone is here."
"Wha-what?" He got up quickly and dressed his pajama pants. Then he took his gun of his jeans' pocket.
"Wait here Chloe, lock the door and don't get out of the room no matter what happens."
"Dave, please, don't go, it's dangerous, stay here with me, we can call the cops and..." I said, in despair. Last thing I wanted was that something happened to Dave. But I was interrupted by him.
"No, no Chloe. Cops can't fix this."
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"But..."
"Do what I told you, ok? I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise."
He immediately got out of the room and closed the door. I was going to lock it when I heard a big moan of pain. No way I was going to stay here.
I dressed my panties and Dave's t shirt. I opened the door and peeped through the opening of it. No one was upstairs.
I kept hearing moans.
As I got closer I found out it was Dave who was moaning.
I went downstairs and saw him laid on the kitchen's floor while two men beat him. Oh shit. Were they the men who were following us last night? Probably. I needed to do something before they beat Dave to dead.
"Stop it you fuckers!" Dave yelled. They looked at each other and giggled.
"This guy is so funny. He doesn't understand that we won't stop until he's fucking dead." They said the last part in an aggressively way.
