Chaos

Chapter 1

**Authors note: if you're just here for the smut, it's the chapters with 💋 next to them**

I pull up to Kyle's house just as the sun disappears over the horizon. I take a deep breath as I open the car door, preparing my self for the inevitable fight to come. It seems like all we've done lately is argue - mostly due the fact that all Kyle's done is drink. I get that he lost his job, but the drinking is pretty excessive.
     My heels clack loudly as I make my way up the sidewalk to his door. Just as I reach for the handle, the door whips open slamming into the wall behind it.
     "Where were you?!" Kyle slurs.
     "Work," I respond hesitantly, "I told you that I had to work tonight." He's clearly drunk, but he's never been an angry drunk before. I push past him and into the front hall of his small apartment that I spent most nights at.
     "Why the fuck are you dressed like that then?!" He yells, gesturing to the short shorts that are barely visible under my low cut tank top.
      "I work a skeevy ass bar that makes its money on douchebags coming from the strip club across the street. Do you really expect me to bartend in a turtle neck?" I ask, making my way down the hall. "Besides I'm too busy paying your rent to fuck around with anybody else."
     "What did you just say?!" He demands barreling after me.
     I decide not to say anything, pulling off my leather jacket. He's never acted like this before and I don't really know what to do if he keeps this up all night.
      "I can take care of myself just fine!" He yells, ripping my jacket off the hook I just hung it on.
      "Yeah, okay." I mutter.
As go to pick up my jacket, he slams me into the wall. I flinch as he punches the wall next to me, showering plaster on my face.
     "Kyle, I'm sorry. I was just kidding," I plead, tears gathering behind my eyes. "Why are you acting like this?"
     "Why?! WHY?!" He screams, his breath blowing the hair from my face. "Maybe because my slut of a girlfriend comes home at all hours of the night, telling me that I'm an imbecile that can't do anything for himself!"
      My heart beats faster as I hear the front door open. Kyle, oblivious to everything else, continues yelling. My eyes meet his before I hear a sharp crack and feel my head whip to the right. I feel blood welling from my cheek where Kyle hit me.
    I look up to see our friend Casey round the corner from the front door. His eyes grow wide as they meet mine. Suddenly, I feel my whole body wrench to the left as Kyle shoves me into the living room. I fall with a crash, shattering the glass coffee table.
     I hear a grunt from behind me, as well as more furniture getting knocked over. Glass slices into my back as I roll over to see Casey sitting on top of Kyle. He lands punch after punch until Kyle's head lolls to the side. He lets out a breath and looks over at me.
     "Shit, Erin," He looks at the shattered coffee table underneath me and winces. He rushes over to me and gingerly lifts up my head. He brushes glass out of my hair and picks me up.
     "Are you okay?" He asks, holding me to his chest.
     "I just need to get out of here," I tell him, tears spilling out of my eyes.
     "Yeah, of course." He helps me stand as he grabs my jacket.
He slips his arm under my shoulder, helping me to his car. He boosts me up into the tall Jeep and softly closes the door behind me.
     "I'll call the police," he sighs taking his phone out as he slides into the driver's seat.
     I groan, making my head pound. "I can't talk to anyone right now," I admit, tears racing down my cheeks.
     Casey chews his lip as he stares at his phone. He sighs as he turns toward me, looking at my bloody cheek which is probably bruised and purple now too.
     "We can't not call, Erin." He dials 911 and puts the phone up to his ear.
     I don't listen as he talks to the dispatcher. For an emergency call, they sure do talk for a while, hanging up after nearly five minutes.
     "They're on the way," he mutters, resting his head on the steering wheel.
     I take a deep breath, preparing myself. Casey's right, we couldn't not call in the assault. While I certainly didn't want Kyle to get away with any of this, I didn't know if I was mentally prepared to recount what happened to a total stranger right now.

     After ten minutes of dead silence, we start to hear sirens. Pretty soon three police cars and an ambulance are flashing blue and red lights on the facade of Kyle's building. One police officer comes over to Casey's window as the other three go into the apartment.
     "You're the one who called it in?" The officer asks Casey.
     "Yessir." Casey nods lifting his head off the steering wheel.
     "Well," he sighs noticing my bloody face, "I need to get a statement from both of you." He grimaces, as if he knows exactly how much I'm not ready to do this.