Petals For Armour | r.r

19

"Do you want to do karate in the garage?" I quoted the move 'Step Brothers' as it played on my tv. I earned a small laugh from Ronnie.

"How many times have you seen this movie?"

"Enough." I huffed. "Zach used to play it constantly super loud in his room. We've quoted the entire movie to each other before one time.

"Wow. Such a productive time."

Ronnie and I were on my couch having a movie night. After eating all of the popcorn before the movie even started, we were cuddled up close together. I laid into the side of his chest with his arm around my shoulder. It's been two months since he's asked me to be his.

"Ronnie?" I asked him.

"Hm?"

As I was about to ask him a question about him touring or leaving any time soon, there was a knock on my door.

"Hang on, I'll get it." I gave him a small peck on the lips and I jogged to the door. I opened it to reveal nothing, just the cold black night sky. I shrugged it off and closed the door.

"Who was it?" Ronnie asked from the couch.

"There wasn't anyone there. Probably just some kids messing around."

I started to return back to his side when I heard another knock on the door. I sighed in annoyance and opened the door. There was a man in a black hoodie with his head down.

"Can I help you?" I asked. I heard the tv pause and the remote he sat down. Ronnie turned his attention to the door.

"My car broke down. Can I come inside and use your phone?"

He didn't have any emotion in his voice. Usually someone in this situation would be a little more panicked or angry, not emotionless.

"Uh, you can wait out here while I call someone for you." I was trying to be nice but also very weary of him.

"I need to come inside." He said. He was growing impatient.

I heard Ronnie stand up from the couch and start walking to me. He got about half way to me when I felt an arm wrap around my chest and a cool metal object pressed against my temple.

"Move and I'll blow her fucking brains out!" He shouted past my ear.

Ronnie froze and had a terrified look on his face. I could tell he didn't know what to do and neither did I.

"There's gonna be a bunch of guys coming in here. They're gonna take your shit and you're gonna shut the fuck up."

I heard about five different sets of footsteps run past me. Five men in all black entered my house. Two of them ran to Ronnie and tried to sit him down on the couch. He began to fight them off.

As the other three men unhooked my tv from the wall and carried it outside, Ronnie's struggle got more intense. They finally had enough of it and pulled out a gun.

"No! Don't!" I yelled at them. The guy put his hand over my mouth. I thought they were going to kill him. The man with the other gun raised his arm up and hit Ronnie over the head with the butt of the weapon. He lay over on the sofa.

I watched helplessly as Ronnie lay unconscious and my belongs were taken out one by one.

"You guys finish up. We've never run up on a house with this kind of ass inside. I'll be right back." The man that held me said. His grip on me tightened and he dragged me out of my living room.

He kicked over doors until he found my bedroom. He threw me into the bed and I started crying. I was too weak to fight back.

He rummaged through my dresser drawers. "You got any condoms in here?" He grunted.

"No!" I cried out. "Please. Ronnie!" I yelled into the other room.

"Shut up. He can't hear you. He's not coming in here."

He couldn't find what he was looking for and turned towards me. He licked his lips and almost jumped at me. I screamed my head off. There's no way I was letting this happen again. He pinned me down with his hands. He still had a grip on the gun and it pressed into my wrist, surely to leave a bruise.

"Stop fucking fighting it!"

I tried to get the gun out of his hand. He didn't have a very good grip on it and it was slipping. I finally was able to grab it and point it at him. He leaned his body back along with his fist. As his hand collided with my face, I pulled the trigger. He fell to the ground as I was knocked back onto my bed. Darkness consumed my vision.