Attraction {in editing}

Chapter 16

"Re-Remember when we had our first date? And you had that shirt with the red letters?" He let several tears roll down his face while laughing quietly.

"I wasn't laughing because I said your shirt was funny, I laughed because it matches my hair."

We were in a bad position here. But man did he make me feel safe. He just wanted to make me laugh is all. He didn't want me to be scared. I hated seeing him sad.

"Victoria Williams I love you. Stay here please."

He kissed me harshly and ran out the door with the gun. Then locked the door behind him.

"Michael stop!" I ran after him banging on the door.

I could hear yelling and banging.

I finally managed to open the door. And ran out. I saw Beau, with Michael pinned to the wall being punched and kicked. He was covered in blood and was coughing it up as he fell to the floor. He was drained to throw another punch.

"MICHAEL!" I screamed running over to him. I threw myself onto Beau.

"Babe, st-stop before you get hurt." He said exhaustingly, weak from the hits he took.

"Stop!" I screamed at him trying to knock him over. He pushed me off. Then threw me against the wall like a doll. I started to cry because of the pain.

"I-I'm sorry."

My face was now bleeding and I was bruised bad, I could feel it.

"What the fuck" I said sternly, tears pouring out.

Michael tried to lift himself up from the floor. He reached over to me and held me.

"I can't believe you." He whispered. "I told you to stay inside, I-I let you get hurt.. I'm sorry."

"Its not your fault.." I reached into my pocket trying to get a hold of James.

"Beau w-why would you do this?"

"Don't look at me like that. Don't try to make me feel guilty."

"You know what this reminds me of Beau?"

"Shut up!" He screamed in my face. Michael punched him as he closeness his distance and I pushed Beau back.

"This reminds me of the second time you left."

"Shut up!" he banged the wall beside me.

I remembered.

"I can't stand it when you do that Beau." I almost whispered

"Do what?" He smiled lightly, slowly turning in the other direction.

"You leave. Just when I think I've finally found someone that understands me and actually cares for me you always bring this bullshit back. It's not fair anymore!" I shouted, tears welling up in my eyes

"I leave because you're better off."
He walked slowly out of the room grabbing his jacket angrily from the armrest

"You can't just walk out on me!"

"Watch me." On that note he slammed the door.

I'd lost him. And he was gone. And so was I. I felt it and I know he felt it too. but something about his past ruined the attraction we had.

"You know why it reminds me of that day? Because you haven't changed. You do whatever you want and you don't care how it makes anyone feel. You didn't leave to make my life better you left because you were done with me."

He began sobbing and screaming at me.

"I did everything I could to make you happy!"

"No. You did it so you wouldn't feel guilty." Before he could reply, James came into the room.

"The fuck is going on?!" He froze and stared at Beau. Then a rush of anger filled him. He went forward at Beau. And hit him.

"The fuck did you do to them?!" James punched Beau until he was on the ground. I held Michael close to me and he kissed my forehead.

"James make it stop." I cried silently

as I burrowed into Michael's chest. It seemed as if everyone I loved just resorted to violence and it was terrifying. Our lives were on the line.

"Victoria I'm s-"

"Stop apologizing and get the fuck out. You can't bother me or Michael or James or I will fucking kill you."

With that, he sobbed and put the gun to his head.

"No-" With that I heard the blow. I could see my vision beginning to blur and tears began streaming down my face. But when he pulled the trigger, he still stood there. He stood as if nothing had hit him. He shot a blank.

"You think I'd really shoot myself? I think you'd kill yourself first. Seeing how much of a depressed bitch you are, you can't even fucking take care of yourself all you do is complain about how depressed you are. You suicidal bitch grow up. You're an overly depressed suicidal bitch. Shut the fuck up already. Give me my money." He aimed the gun at Michael.

I grabbed Michaels gun.

I shook, standing up slowly. Michael was still our of breath and blanking out. The weight of the gun in my hand made me incredibly fearful of the further events that had a high probability of happening.

Beau could kill me. He could hurt Michael or James. But I knew I had to do something to prevent it from happening. James stood there, eyeing the gun. Nodding his head up and down as if giving me the okay.

"Like you'll really shoot. You're fucking we-"

I cut him off with the first blow to his leg. He stumbled to the ground in hysterics. Of course I wasn't going to kill him. But I didn't want to chance him hurting either of my best friends.

I called the police. When they arrived we went in for a questioning and finally everything was cleared up.

Michael and James were cleaned up and finally everything settled down. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. It felt like everything took forever and I wanted to forget, but I couldn't forget any faster.