𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 - 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘

•••

With my vision still blurry, i reach my hand up to the back of my head, my finger tips barely grazing the skin before whoever it is takes advantage of this, pinning both my hands to the cold, concrete wall behind me.

I wince at the amount of force used on my wrists, it felt as if they were slowing breaking.

They ran their fingers along my jaw painstakingly slow, i push myself against the wall even more, as if it was even possible, in a futile attempt to escape their touch.

I grimace in pain as the back of my head makes contact with the surface and and i shut my eyes tightly, just trying to regain myself.

Once their body was closer, grossly pressed up against mine, i already knew who it was.

It just wouldn't be my life if shit like this didn't happen.

If it was easy to escape the past.

Once he was done caressing my face, he put his knee between my legs, kicking them further apart before covering my mouth with his free hand.

With his fingers firmly against my mouth, I took this as my opportunity to open my mouth as much as i could, biting down on his fingers as hard as i could.

As much as I don't want to be in this situation, I honestly hope it doesn't break skin and make him bleed, I couldn't imagine anything worse than swallowing someone else's blood, that really isn't my kink.

"Bitch!" He hisses, jumping back and pulling his hand away from my mouth, before harshly slapping my face with the hand that was previously crushing my wrists.

I don't allow myself to ponder or rub the sore spots on my hands, with hands free, i shove his body away from me.

I take one disgusted look at the boy who i thought i once loved.

"What the fuck are you doing Connor?" I practically shout at him,

"Taking whats mine" he steps closer to me.

"How many times have I had to tell you? I. am. not. yours" i shoved him back again, annunciating each word slowly as if it would help him comprehend it in his pea brain.

"Come on Nyx baby, just for old times sake?" He asks pitifully.

"Begging never did look good on you" i say with a laugh that lacked humour.

"Just like our relationship, this would've been so much easier if you just did as you were fucking told" he snaps, a look of anger washing over him, a look that I've seen so many times.

This time when he steps closer, I didn't get a chance to shove him back, instead he shoved me back against the wall, with much more force than before.

Enough force to make me almost lose consciousness.

Pathetically, i slide down the wall with black spots in my vision.

Being on the floor, in the mud, with an injured head and a psychotic ex was not something I enjoyed, trust me.

But if i had a penny for every-time something like this had happened, I'd have two pennies.

When I finally look up, I'm relieved but not surprised to see Charlie's hand wrapped around Connor's throat.

I push myself up off of the floor, a pounding in my head making it harder than it should be.

Everything sounded so far away, as if i was in a fog.

I look towards Charlie throwing punches at Connor, the sight of blood on his knuckles making me feel unnerved ever so slightly.

I gently reach back and press my fingers against the back of my head and wince, i pull them away and look, seeing blood coat my fingers.

"Uh Charlie?" I call for him weakly.

Charlie's neck snaps towards me, he glances at me and then at my hand which i still held numbly in front of me.

The stern look on his face softened when he realised it was my blood, before it hardened again, and i watched him grab Connor by back of the neck, pulling his head back before swiftly ramming it against the concrete wall, not one but twice.

Charlie let go and Connors body fell to the floor in a heaped pile of himself.

He looked like shit.

Good.

My inner self said.

I probably looked just as bad as i felt because I was swiftly swooped into Charlie's sturdy arms.

"Charlie, I'm bleeding" i almost whisper to him, as if i was in shock at the sight of my own blood.

"I know munchkin, you're going to be fine, everything will be fine" he coos reassuringly, but i think it was more for him than me.

I just nod.

With the constant fog and far away feeling, my eyelids begin to feel heavy, i fight to keep them open, looking up at the man who's arms I'm currently being held in.

"Are you feeling tired?" He asks, glancing down as he fights our way through the crowds of people.

"I'm always tired Charlie" i mumble, finally closing my eyes.

He laughs but then looks down at me, "hey, no, you have to stay awake for me munch" Charlie says with a slightly louder volume, worry evident in his tone.

"I don't think so" I mumbled again, finally resting my eyes after what felt like forever, fighting to keep them open.

•••

Apparently I gave Charlie quite the scare, he looked worse than death itself when I finally woken up in a hospital bed.

His hair was disheveled, eyes rimmed red from a lack of sleep, he looked pale and overall just ran down despite it only being a few hours of me being unconscious.

I had only needed 12 stitches in the back of my head, but man did my head hurt like shit.

To say i had been popping codeines like they were skittles would be an understatement, i don't think there wasn't a moment within the first twenty four hours of waking up were I hadn't been somewhat high off of them.

Despite that i hadn't forgotten how relieved Charlie looked when I had woken up, not because he thought I wouldn't, but because he was terrified that i would hate him or would have short term amnesia.

Apparently the doctors had told him there was a possibility of that happening, and to him, me not remembering our first date or anything leading up to it was heart wrenching.

Fortunately enough for him, I remembered everything, even the crunch of Connor's face making impact with the concrete wall.

Charlie had always wanted to do that anyway.

He had forced me to take the last three days off of school, insisting on bringing me all the work and helping me do it on the evenings once he had finished.

Today was my first day back after the incident.

"I still want to finish what he started" Charlie said, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on my thigh.

"I know you do" i laughed lightly

"I'm not kidding Nyx, if he wants to play it like that then i'll finish him" Charlie grunted darkly.

"I know, something tells me you'll get the chance to" i sigh.

Something tells me that Charlie and Connor's violent story was far from over, as Charlie always said, theres honour in vengeance and man did he want to get even right now.

We pulled up at the school in Charlie's usual spot.

"We can go home if you want, the doctors said it would take you a while to recover" Charlie asked with almost a pleading look in his eyes.

"No, besides I have an art exam today"

"Okay, but if you even get the slightest bit nauseous, just text me, actually, just ring me and i'll take you straight home" Charlie says before getting out and rounding the car, opening my door for me.

I smile at the gesture, getting out the car and Charlie entwines our fingers together.

We barely made it a couple of feet from the car before yelling ensued.

"You're such a bitch!" Is all i heard from across the parking lot.

Quickly, a seething Scarlet came into view, stomping her way towards us.

Charlie's grip on my hand instinctively tightened slightly.

"You beat up my boyfriend!" She continues, finally stopping a meter away from us.

"Scarlet, your boyfriend beat me up"

"You're such a liar! He wouldn't hurt a fly"

"Then we mustn't be talking about the same person" I shrug, knowing that Connor was very much capable of hurting anything slightly smaller than him, thats just how he is.

"You're an evil, vindictive bitch!" She shoves me back, continuing on her rant.

If it wasn't for Charlie's grip on my hand i probably was fell back and ate shit.

"Scarlet, I'm not going to fight you, get a grip and leave" i say, regaining my stance beside Charlie.

"You're goddamn right you're not fighting her" Charlie whispers, tugging me behind him ever so slightly.

"Cower away behind your brute of a boyfriend why don't you!" scarlet point's at the protective man beside me.

"Scarlet, you need to leave" he grunts out.

"Like hell am I leaving, she needs to pay for what she's done to my man"

Now, I've always said I'm not a violent person, it's not really my thing.

So, lord forgive me for what I'm about to do.

I shake off Charlie's hand, stepping out from beside him.

Before Scarlet could even react I shoved her to the floor hard enough for her to land on her ass and cry out loudly on impact.

"I've had enough of your shit, stay out of my face and stay out of my way because next time I won't be so polite" i bite out at her, she looked pitiful in a heap of herself on the floor.

I grabbed Charlie's hand again and pulled him along with me.

"That was hot" was all he said.

•••

AN:

Back on my bullshit with this writing shit right now.

Also can anyone recommend what to read on here?

Ive taken to starting books and then i stop reading them like two chapters from the end.