Brick Armstrong Fanfic

eight

Brick reads the message and kinda freaks out again...
-"This guy...Is he fucking serious? I don't fucking care, I'll drive there now!" he says, throwing my phone back at his bed.
"No. Please Brick, thats just all he wants!" I answer fast.
-"Yeah, and he will get what he want. Seems like he likes to get fists into his ugly ass face!"
"Stop, thats not you right now. You don't have to do that!"
-"You serious? Olivia, don't you check that he is stalking you? He hurt you? And I am so sure that won't be everything! How can you protect him?!"
"I don't protect him!"

Brick grabs his jacket and the keys for his car.
-"You do." he says.
"No...and you won't drive there now!"

Brick ignores that and walks out of the room.
"Brick!" I say louder, he just keep on walking downstairs.

I roll my eyes, grab the jacket Brick gave me, my phone and run after him.

He was about to get in the car.
"Stop, Brick! Why are you doing that? You can't just...drive there and...beat him or something!!" I say stressed.
-"Because I care about you! I don't want him to...ruin you! I don't get why you still protect him!" he kinda yells.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't protect him!"

Brick gets in the car, I just get in too.

-"You do, you fucking do! Do you like that he treats you like shit?"
"No. No!"
-"So, are we going to drive to yours now or not?"
"I think so."
I give up.

Maybe I really do protect him...But I don't want that.

Brick starts driving.

-"Text him you're on your way. Text him that he should wait in the garden so he doesn't see my car."
"Okay."

So I just do that.

Then there was a long time of silence.

-"I'm sorry." Brick starts to talk.
"I am. I don't know, maybe I have really protected him."
-"Maybe you just don't want to treat him like he treats you? Because you are way better and smarter, you know?"
"mh. Thanks, but I don't think so."
-"Stop being so self conscious. You are."
"Can we just forget what happened the last 15 minutes?"
-"Yes. Of course."
"Thanks."
-"Thank YOU. I don't wanna argue with ya, you know? Oh, check your messages. I'll just park here at the other side of the street. Got a plan : you will go to him, in the garden. I will follow you and tell him something then!"
"Well, he just texted 'I'm there.' But...could you just follow me and 'tell him something' after we've talked? I mean, you could hide for first and I just wanna hear out what he has to say. Please."
-"...If...if thats what you want. Okay."
"I'm serious. Please don't do anything if he's not really bothering me."
-"Yeah, okay. Your decision."

We get out of the car and walk into my garden.
I walk into the garden, Brick hides at the gate.
I see Christian, we meet in the middle.

-"There you are, sweetest girl" he says.

There he is again, with his dirty smile which kinda turns me on.
But not really, you know what I mean?

"Don't. Stop it Christian. I'm only here to talk." I say. "What do you wanted to tell me?"
-"I'm sorry for what happened today. I don't know but it's making me...angry and...you know, kinda sassy seeing you with Brick."
"You say sorry the third time. After you said that, you mess it all up again."
-"I know, and I wanna change. But I fucking like you, Olivia."
"You know me for one week."
-"But it doesn't feel like that! Just mentioning, I asked you like a hundred times for a date!" he says loudly, stepping nearer.
"Not that again, please step away." I say, stepping away on my own.
-"Come on!" He says, pulling me against a wall.

Where's Brick. Why have I told him that I wanna hear Christian out? Why am I that stupid...

He holds my arms up against the wall.
"That fucking hurt! Let me go! Jerk! Crazy stalker!" I say loudly.
-"Hey! Let her go, asshole!" I hear Brick yelling.

Brick walks towards us fast, Christian just starts to kiss me.
Christian kissed me.
And it feels wrong to say that, but it felt not bad.

Brick pulls Christian away from me, slams him against the hard cold wall and punches him a couple times.

-"YOU ASSHOLE WERE YOU FUCKING TRYING TO RAPE HER OR WHAT? YOURE DISGUSTING! HAVENT I TOLD YOU TO STOP?!" Brick yells as he kicks his balls.

Christians nose starts bleeding, he looks really knocked out. But Brick is still full with anger.

I step nearer to Brick, who is out of breath and put my hand onto his.

"Brick, I think that reached out. You don't want to kill him." I whisper.

Brick looks at me for a second.
-"Oh I wanna kill this ass!" He says, punching Christian in his face again.

"No, Brick! You don't want this! You don't wanna get put in jail! He's knocked out, don't you see? I'm sure he will stop. He won't tell the police, believe me. " I tell Brick, pulling him away from Christian.

He nodds, breathing heavily.

-"keep your hands off her, watch your back. You understand?! No word to anyone." Brick tells Christian, who just nodds.