He Saved Me

Chapter twenty eight

I got discharged earlier today. Right now I am at the White's. I agreed to stay with them, but the problem is getting some stuff from my house.

"I can get your stuff Leah" Jim says and I shake my head.

"No, no its okay. I got it" I say smiling.

I'm petrified to walk into that house. Not that I don't think Mason will protect me but I don't want him getting hurt.

"I'll be fine Le" Mason says grabbing my hand.

The drive to my house was short, like usual.

"Mason, I think I should just stay at my house. It will work better" I say, panicking.

"Leah, hey. Look at me. You're fine. You're going to stay with people who love you. Please, do this for me" He says, staring me into the eyes.

"Okay, yeah" I say shaking my head.

Still a bad idea.

I slowly get out of the car, quietly.

The house door is unlocked and my mother and father are passed out on the couch.

"Come on, lets try and not wake them" Mason whispers. Once again panic flashes through my body.

They are going to murder me.

Literally.

"Ma-"

"Oh, the slüts home with her little boy toy" My mother slurs, while my father sits there, smirking.

"I-I'm staying with the Whites for a li-little" I stutter, she looks pissed.

"Mmm, no you're not" She smiles, sweetly.

"Okay, um. I'll talk to you later" I say to Mason.

He responds by moving me behind him and crossing his arms.

"I see, little baby Leah ran and cried to her little friends" My father says, now standing next to my mother.

"We don't want any problems. We just came to get some stuff and we will be out" Mason snarls, through gritted teeth.

"Aw, what? Someone can't take a little hit? I've been trying to teach her self defense" My father says, crossing his arms.

"Stay away from her" Mason says, not noticing my mother inching towards me.

She quickly reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me towards her and my father.

"I said, stay away from her" Mason says, anger filling his voice.

I shake my head, hinting for him to stop.

My ribs still aren't fully healed. Hit me anywhere but there. I don't care.

"Please, leave Mason out of this. It has nothing to do with him" I say causing my mom to smirk.

"Hmmm" My mother says, forming her hand into a fist.

"Ma-" I shout, my voice being muffled by my fathers gross, liquor tasting hand.

"Fück" Mason groans, his hand now over his eye.

My father releases me and I run to Mason.

"Mason, your eye" I say, moving his hand to see his closed eye, already bruising.

"I'm fine. It's okay, really" Mason says.

"Aw, how cute" My mom sneers out, kicking my side.

I gasp for air, suddenly losing my oxygen flow.