His Secret Bodyguard

Part 93

** Two days later **

•• Harry's POV ••

"You really should get some sleep." Andrew commented. I was sitting at the kitchen table. Brynn had been gone for two days, and we hadn't heard from her or Ryan. My mum stayed here, and is currently upstairs asleep.

"I can't.. What if he hurts her? He has a horrible temper.." I commented, trying to push away the memories of him cutting her.

"She'll be ok. She always is." Andrew replied, patting my shoulder as he walked by.. I just wish I knew where she was, or if she was hurt...

•• Brynn's POV ••

I woke up, immediately having to go into the bathroom to throw up. And yet this was only one of the many reasons why I wanted an abortion..

After finishing with that, I drank some water, and then brushed my teeth. Ryan had kept me locked in here for the last two days with nothing to do. So, I've gone back to doing my at-home workouts. He brings me food when I need it. But that's about it..

On my way back out of the bathroom, the bedroom door slammed open, making me jump.. Ryan walked in, looking pissed. "What's wrong now?" I asked, sitting back down on the bed.. "Get up." He stated. I sighed. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Not when you're like this." I said. "You act like you have a choice. Come on." He commented, storming over and tightly grabbing my wrist, forcing me off the bed. I tripped over my feet a little, but managed to stay standing.

"Put this on." He stated, tossing a dress at me. "No." I replied, glaring at him. "Do as I say, or you're going to end up hurt." He threatened. "Oh really? Because you keep saying that, and yet nothing has happened." I replied, immediately regretting it when the look in his eyes changed.

He walked over, quickly grabbing my wrist and twisting it as hard as he could. I screamed, and held onto it when he finally let go. "Fuck. Why would you do that?" I got out, still holding my wrist. "Oh calm down, all I did was sprain it... Go get dressed, now." He commented, and I picked up the dress from on the floor, and went into the bathroom without any further questions..

After getting dressed, I reluctantly followed him. "Where are we going?" I asked, confused. "Just.. For a short drive." He replied, pulling me out of the house. I shoved a hand through my hair, holding my newly-injured wrist close to my chest..

He unnecessarily shoved me towards the car, and I got in, not saying anything more. He was already in a bad mood, which means I shouldn't even try to push back.. He got in, tossing something at me. I flinched at the movement, and looked down at it. "What.. You knew that—" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he cut me off. "Just put it on." He demanded, and I nodded, carefully putting the wrist brace on. I sighed, jumping when he moved his hand again.

He dropped two pills into my hand. "What are they?" I asked. "Take them." He commented, starting the car and driving off down the dirt road...

**

Half an hour later, he parked in front of a small café that I'd been to a few times. I got out, obediently following him inside. He grabbed my hand, pulling me over to the main counter.. I sighed, listening to him order that ginger tea again. I glanced over my shoulder, feeling someone's eyes on me. But the only other people in the café were a small family sitting in a booth..

"So, have you made a decision?" He asked, glancing over at me while he paid.. "About what?" I questioned. The cashier handed me the cup.. "Is it going to be the child, or you?" He asked.

"Ryan.. We talked about this. I can't.. I can't be with you. And the child.. It's not yours to have." I replied, speaking quietly. He took his coffee from the cashier, pulling me out of the café and back over to the car.

I got into the car willingly, not wanting to get hurt anymore today. "You're impossible. I'm not asking for much, Brynn." He stated, starting the car and driving back down the skinny streets.

"You're asking for so much, Ryan.. Just.. Please take me back to my brother's." I begged, and he laughed. "No. You aren't going back there until I have an answer to my question." He said, and I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I heard a phone buzzing, and looked around the car.. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at it, and tossing it into the backseat.

"Who was that?" I asked, and he glanced in my direction. "No one." He answered, obviously lying. I quickly undid my seatbelt and jumped into the backseat. He grabbed my foot as I went between the two front seats, and I hit answer on the phone.

Before I could pick it up, Ryan swerved the car onto the side of the road. The second it was in park he grabbed my leg and pulled me backwards so I couldn't reach the phone. I let out a small scream, falling onto the floor between the seats. He got out of the car, opening the backdoor. I could see that we were no longer in town, but instead on a backroad.

I could vaguely hear Harry's voice coming through the phone. He was shouting my name, and asking if I was ok.. Ryan got in the backseat, shutting the door and grabbing my arm. "Get up." He stated, his grip tightening. I let out a small whimper of pain, and he forced me onto the seats, his hand coming around my throat. I was still trying to get the phone, and he quickly snatched it out of my hand and hung up.

"You've really tested my patience, Brynn. You should know not to do that." He commented, still straddling my waist. I was looking up at him, my brain for some reason notifying me that I should be crying.

He sat up. "Are you going to behave?" He asked. I shook my head, bringing my knee up between his legs. It was difficult to do from this position. But I had to at least try. He closed his eyes, clenching his teeth. And yet, he didn't loosen his grip on my throat. "Wow, you really are testing my patience." He got out.

It took him a few minutes, and then he looked down at me. "You know what has to happen now, right?" He asked. I shook my head, struggling underneath him, trying everything in my power to free myself of his grip. He let go of my neck, and tightly grabbed my non-injured wrist, holding it down.

He bent down, and I squirmed under him as he kissed the side of my neck. "You brought this on yourself babe. I mean, it was on the agenda anyway.. But it's way more fun this way." He commented, his lips trailing up the side of my neck. "Stop. Please, Ryan." I begged, panic running through my veins.

He kissed my collarbones, but then went back to my neck, switching sides after a minute. I felt his hand on my leg, making me go still. "Ok. Ok. Fine. Please, Ryan. Stop, and you can have your deal." I stated, squirming uncomfortably under him. He pulled back. "Which one?" He asked. "I.. I can't." I didn't know. I hadn't actually decided anything..

One thing I knew for sure though.. I wasn't getting away from him anytime soon....