It Took The Death of Hope

Chapter 20 - She's Trying to Kill Me.

The Following Evening;

Charlie Hunnam...

Filming had gone well today, and we had gotten a fair amount done. At this rate, we will be done by the weekend. I honestly don't know how I feel about that fact. I hadn't expected to meet someone who captured my thoughts the way that Dylan had. I hadn't expected to find myself attracted to someone so badly that I want to throw caution to the wind and dive headfirst into her.

Last night had crawled by at a snail's pace as I lay in bed and thought about what she had told me. My blood boiled at the thought of her boyfriend thinking it was acceptable to terrorise her the way he did. I wanted to hunt the fucker down. I wanted to take all of my anger out on him and see how he fucking liked being used as a human punch bag. Who the fucking hell did he think he was?

I had been raised to believe and know that raising a hand to a woman is a no-no. If you feel anger to the point of bursting - you leave, you take a Goddamn time out; go for a walk, a drive, go to the gym...do whatever the fuck you need to, to calm down but you NEVER take your anger out on your woman with your fists.

Why had I promised to keep this to myself? I guess it was because I had heard and felt the sheer panic in Dylan as she pleaded with me not to tell Corey.

If I am honest, I don't feel right about keeping this from him. Mainly because he had been nothing but accepting of me since I arrived and, in a way,, it almost felt like I was betraying him. Deep down I know that isn't the case. I am helping a woman in a precarious situation. The fear in Dylan had been abundantly clear and the shame shone brightly in her beautiful eyes. I wanted nothing more than to make it right for her.

I guess it was a good sign that she was readying herself to leave. The strength that took was impressive and she was smart to ensure that she had money. It was vital that she have means to support herself. She had it all planned, and I can't say that I wasn't impressed because I really was. The way she was fighting to ensure that her brother never found out because if he did - it was more than obvious that he would kill that son of a bitch. Hell, I can't say that I didn't want to get my hands on that prick myself.

"Another beer?" Corey asked me.

"Sure thanks,"

We were in the front room waiting for the girls to be ready before we headed out. They were currently upstairs fussing over clothes, hairstyles and make-up.

I know that Ash seemed reserved about going out. I can't even begin to imagine how difficult that is. To have your confidence knocked the way she clearly had - what the fuck is wrong with these men? I want to ask more about what happened with Ash, but I didn't want to overstep.

"Damn dude you look lost in thought..." Corey commented walking back into the room with 2 beers.

"Yeah, I guess I am...actually I was wondering about what happened to Ash but wasn't sure if I should ask or not,"

"What do you want to know?"

"I guess I just wondered what exactly her ex did to her?"

"Well we don't know all of the details because Ash's mind has sort of blocked out parts of it - the doctor says that it's the mind's way of protecting her from the worst of it..."

"That sounds rough!"

"More for her because she wants to remember, she feels like she needs to remember so that she can move forward,"

"That makes sense," I nodded, "so do you mind me asking what did happen?"

I think a part of me wants to know because Dy had said that it was because of Ash that she realised that she had to leave her boyfriend before the same thing, or worse happened to her. Does that make me weird? I don't know but I do know that I feel a connection with Dylan and that is something that I simply can't explain.