Just one night

Chapter 7

"Nathan, what are you doing here?" I say, slowly backing away, as he moves himself closer.
"I've come back baby, you're mine and you know it"
"Don't come near me!" I scream. Where was Brendon? It's been an hour now.
"Darling, I don't think you realize, you're supposed to be my bitch. And what's that you're wearing underneath those clothes?" Nathan says walking towards me. I pull my shirt up and he pulls it down
"Wow, lingerie, you wore it for that cop didn't you?"
Nathan had a devil look in his eye. He threw a punch. I fell to the ground, hard. Chelsea cries out and reaches for the phone
"PUT THE DAMN PHONE DOWN YOU BITCH" Nathan screams at her. Chelsea slowly puts the phone down and walks backwards.
"Now," Nathan said, "time to teach you a lesson. The way daddy does it." He grabbed me by my shirt and started to kiss my neck. I cried out in pain as he slid his hand up my shirt, squeezing my chest.
"Nathan please stop" I cried
"LET GO OF HER!" I hear a voice cry out
Brendon.
Nathan stops kissing my neck and throws me down to the ground. I look and see Brendon holding a gun, pointed right at Nathan. Nathan holds his hands in the air and just chuckles.
"Hey man, lets calm down. You can keep the slut. She had sex with you already. That should show you what kinda girl she is anyways." Brendon didn't put the gun down. Instead he cocked it.
"Leave, now. Before this bullet goes straight through your fucking head" Brendon growled. Nathan just laughed and started to head for the door.
"This is not the last of me sweetheart." Nathan warned. Then he closed the door. Brendon put the gun down and ran towards me.
"Sweetie, look at me, are you alright?"
"I think so" I say. My head hurt really bad from where he threw me down. And my breast hurt too. I could feel where he scratched it. I began to cry
"What's wrong?" Brendon asked. He picked me up and started to carry me up the stairs
"Chelsea, call the cops. Tell them a man in his 20s is walking down our street with a gray wife beater tank top and cut up jeans. He needs to be arrested" Chelsea nodded and dialed the phone. Brendon took me to the bed and laid with me to calm me down.
"I thought he was in jail?" I cried
"I thought he was too, I will talk to Dallon later about it. Right now I just want to make sure you're- oh my god are you bleeding?" I look down at my chest and see blood seeping through my shirt. Brendon lifts my shirt and sees the deep scratches Nathan left
"He hurt you again." Brendon sighed. He sat up and began to rub his head
"What is it?" I asked
"I told you I would protect you, and look what happened." He said
"It's alright Brendon. This isn't your fault"
"It is, I left the door unlocked, I left you here alone"
"Brendon, it is okay. Seriously. I'm not dead or anything-"
"Yes but you could be" Brendon said, he put his head down and began to rub his eyes.
"Well I'm okay, seriously. So stop worrying about it." I smiled, he turned to be and gave me a shy smile. I kissed his cheek and stood up. I walked to the bathroom and took off my top and began to wash the scratches.
"I still can't believe he let go of a girl like you, Erica." Brendon smiled. I laughed and continued to dab my wound
"He didn't let me go, I moved on and found someone better"
Brendon's face lit up with joy
"I guess you did then."