Knee Socks (BWS)

And then I punched him in the face

The next morning Sarah was already sitting up and dressed in her version of girl pyjamas, some girly boxers and a baggy vest thing. She had clearly come more prepared this time. She was twiddling a blue strand of hair around her finger and looked very thoughtful. I grabbed her waist and pulled her back next to me.

"OMG that scared me." she said. "Hello was just too much for you huh?" she said. I smiled.

"Hello." I said.

"Hello." she said. "It's raining." she added.

"Is it?" I asked, looking through the gap in the curtains. It was.

"I love the rain." she said. "It just makes me want to go outside."

"Let's go then." I said.

"What?" she said.

"Your not the only one who can be spontaneous." I said. "Come on."

I pulled on some track suit bottoms and grabbed her hand, pulling her off the bed.

When we were outside the block I sat down on the wall. She sat next to me, her hair curling in the rain and she tilted her face towards the clouds, the raindrops clinging to her eyelashes and running down her cheeks. I ran my hand through my hair to get it off my face.

"I don't know why I love the rain, but I do. It's like it makes everything new again." she said. I nodded.

"I like the sun more." I said. Then I stood up.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Possibly the most cheesy and cliche thing ever." I said and then I kissed her.

From that moment I knew why people kissed in the rain, as my lips met her rain soaked ones and I wrapped my arms around the wet fabric on her waist, and I just kissed her. She pushed my wet hair out of my face as she kissed me, and she put her hands behind my neck. I don't really know what the rain contributed to this but it was definitely something. She broke off.

"That was ultimate cheese." she said. "But very romantic."

"Well then I'm happy." I said.

When we got back I had an email from Star, saying the first tour rehearsal was today at 11. It was 10 now.

"I have to go in an hour for tour rehearsals, need a lift home?" I asked her. She was pulling her wet hair into a ponytail.

"Yeah thanks." she said.

The rehearsal was going well, the your directors clearly loved us, which is always nice. We played Can We Dance, Last Night, Wild Heart and Risk It All.

"Wow guys, you sure know how to get the crowd going. All the girls loved your interview, and they're gonna love this!" said Selma. "Next week we need to start work on Can We Dance, and you need to pick your make up and hair people." she added. I nodded.

"Ok." I said.

"Well that's today done, off you go." she said before turning on her heel and strutting out.

"Well done guys." I said.

"Where you off to?" asked James. Connor laughed.

"Do you have to ask?" he said. I smiled.

"Maybe we can meet up later, have a boys night yeah?" said Tris.

"I'll see." I said before I left.

At Sarah flat I knocked on the door and to my surprise it opened. Hoping to surprise her I kept quiet. I walked through the hallway to see her in the kitchen, but before I could go in Mr Grump came in through the other door. He saw her, she was putting the shopping away, and he grabbed her and kissed her.

For one heart stopping moment I thought Sarah was cheating on me, but then I looked closer and I saw, she wasn't kissing him, if anything she was trying to get away. He slid his hands onto her bum and she squirmed desperately to get away. He then used his hand to brush over her breasts and I lost it. Worry turned to anger as I ran into the kitchen and punched him full on in the mouth. He was floored for a second and so I grabbed Sarah and pulled her into her bedroom, locking the door behind us.

"What the fuck was that?" I shouted. She bowed her head, tears escaping her eyes.

"How long has this been going on for?" I asked, still blinded by anger.

"18 months." she whispered.

"So he's been doing, whatever that was, for 18 months! How could you not tell me?" I shouted.

"I was ashamed." she said.

"You need to get out of here. Now." I said. "I can't believe you didn't tell me!" she looked up, tears in a continuous flow down her face.

"I wanted to, I've wanted to from the start of these 18 months but didn't want people to know that he'd been 'touching' me and kissing me! I felt dirty and wrong. Then I met you and you were kissing me and that was good and then I'd come home and he'd be kissing me and that was terrible but what choice do I have but to stay! I've spent little of my money, saving it all up so I can get away but it's never enough and my parents don't give a shit and I didn't know what else to do! I'm sorry for not telling you." she said, before the sobs completely took over. I sat down on the bed and pulled her onto my lap and she cried into my chest.

"I'm sorry for getting angry at you, it's not your fault, it's just no one should be touching you like that, not even me and definitely not him. We need to get you out of here but it's going to be ok." I said soothingly. She sniffled.

"Ok," she said, then she covered her hand with her hoodie sleeve and wiped her eyes. "How are we gonna get me out of here?" she said. Then it came to me.

"Come and live with me." I said.

"What?" she said.

"Sarah, you know how much I love you and it would honour me if you came to live with me." I said. Although her eyes were puffy and she was still half crying she smiled and kissed me quickly.

"Brad, I would love to move in with you." she said.