Instagram / Kian Lawley

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"Where is she?" I heard the voice of my boyfriend say. His concerned tone woke me from my timid sleep and I arose from my bed, stepping onto the laminate flooring ready to see Kian.

I opened the door and Kian was stood there with worry in his eyes, shaking. The second he saw me, he came over to me and grabbed my small frame and pulled me into his arms. The soothing smell and contact Kian brought to me made me finally relax and feel comfortable once again. His soothing rubs along my spine allowed me to melt into his touch.

"I swear if I ever see that guy again." He muttered into my ear and kissed me on the temple. "I have a good mind to go out there now and find him"

I pulled away. "Kian please don't, just stay with me. Please?" I softly spoke in fear. He looked down at me with sad eyes and sighed. He brought his hands up to my cheeks and put a soft and gentle kiss to my lips.

"Of course babe."

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Laying on my couch on top of Kian between his legs is not where I thought I would be today. Kian should be snowboarding with Corey and I should be out with Holly and the guys. Vincent has always been putting curveballs into my life, never did I think he would still be interested in me or wanting to get revenge.

Kians slim, long fingers ran through my hair, every so often scratching my scalp, slowly yet surely, sleep taking over me once again. While in that not asleep- but not awake state of mind, Kian was skilfully typing on his phone with one hand, soon buzzing in his hand.

"Yeah." He muttered lowly into the phone. "Yeah she's with me now, I'm still fucking angry"

His hard and harsh words made me stir and frown in his grip. His hand left my hair allowing me to get comfortable again and weaved them into my hair once again.

"I swear Jc, when I see him again I'm going to kill him. God knows what he did to her."

I arose from my position between Kians legs and wiped away a stray tear that escaped from my eyes. I looked at him and he sighed with dad eyes.

"I'll call you back."

Kian dropped his phone and sat up to sit near to me. He placed a hand on my leg and rubbed soothing circles with his thumb, moving some hair out my face to look at me again.

"Baby, please, what did he do?"

I blinked and let a tear fall again, shifted in my spot, kians hands falling from me. Looking at my hands, I sighed.

Explaining all that I remembered and felt to Kian, did more than just anger him. He saw red. Red everywhere. His fists clenched and his eyebrows screwed together. He stood from his seat and his tall figure paced my living room. His fists flying, angry tears falling from his eyes and holes in my dry wall was evident enough to express Kians emotions and feelings.

"Kian please!" I sobbed from the couch. He looked over and looked shocked at my outburst.

"Serena do you not understand what you just told me? For all you know he could have raped you!" He raised his voice to me making me flinch. I looked down and started to hyperventilate. Kians eyes softened and he came over to me, kneeling in front of me. "Baby, I-I'm sorry." He stuttered bringing his hands to my face and looked into my eyes. "Come here." He pulled me forwards. "He's not going to touch you again, ever."