Chapter 36

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Charles Barnes

I. Was. Going. To. Kill. Trevor.

No sarcasm.

I will kill him for daring to touch what was mine. Even she never agreed to be mine, in my brain she had been mine since the first time I thrusted my dick inside her sweet tight pussy. But then I hadn't noticed it, a one time turned into an addiction.

A one time things turned into feelings I've never felt or can describe.

Seeing her bruised and swollen skin felt like a punch in the guts. I hadn't been here, I had been home. I had watched every fucking stream to watch her but I hadn't fucking been there.

If I had been there I could off stoped him from touching her.

At least she had showed every way that he had harmed her.
Her skin was blue and green but that was it. It would fade from her skin, but it would be in her mind for a very long time.

I was going to stand by her side through it.

If he had touched her in any other way.. if he touched her in any other way she would of told me.

"Why are you so tense?" Max asked while nudging into my shoulder from where he sat on the right side of me in the couch in front of the TV.

"I'm not." Leaning back on the couch and taking my phone into my lap with the phone screen up so I could see if she texted me and needed anything.

"Why where you checking your phone every two minute?" Shaking my head while letting out a chuckle, if he only know how his sister's body looked right now. But I didn't say anything to him, it wasn't my secret to tell. If she wanted to keep it to herself then I will let her even if I want her to tell someone or let me tell someone so Trevor could get what he fucking deserve.

"Wait, have you gotten yourself a girlfriend when we were in New York?"

I wish. And I wish it was his sister. I have told her that I love her six times so she understands, I don't know what she feels for me more then that she feel something.

Something that isn't hate, it's something else but she isn't letting it through. I don't care if she don't love me, all I want for her is to feel loved even if it took years for her to say the words 'I love you'. I don't care if she doesn't say it to me, as long as the person she says it to will be good to her and make her feel safe for all eternity.

"Did you?!" Max lifted his back from the couch and looked at me, his blonde hair dangling in front of his eyes before he pulled it back with his hand.

"No." I muttered while looking out through the window on my right.

The sun was high, it had been a few hours since I was up at Maddison's room and she still hadn't came down or even texted me. Still fighting the urge to either walk up to her room and check on her and make sure that she is fine or something and fighting the urge to take my car to her fucking ex and beat him up for touching her.

"I should go up and check on Maddison, she seemed off earlier." Max said, placing the pink pillow that earlier was in his lap to the side off him on the white couch.

"She seemed fine when I meet her in the corridor outside her room." I shrugged. Damn I was inside her room and saw every fucking thing.

"Your probably right but-"

"She is just tired." Knowing damn well it wasn't just that she was tired, she had been fucking beaten up and I wasn't even there to help.

I stood up from the couch and pushed my phone down in my back pocket after one last check if she had texted or called, she hadn't. "Where are you going?"

"Out." Before I knew I was outside in the summer heat stalking against my war with big steps.

I wasn't going to beat Trevor up.

I wasn't going to beat Trevor up.

I wasn't going to beat Trevor up.

I wasn't going to beat Trevor up.

I was going to beat Trevor up.

Staring in the engine on the car and my foot on the accelerator within seconds after I sat down in the hot leather seat. Grabbing the steering wheel with one hand while the other hand was outside the car window like it have been since I got the car, to feel the wind on my skin while driving around even if it just was for fun. Usually my hand was open; now it had turned into a fist so my knuckles where white as ghosts.

I was going to beat that fucker up and if someone tells the fucking police I wouldn't care because from the start it was Trevors fucking fault for touching her, bruising her beautiful body.

Driving up to Trevors street just to see him stand there with a tall blonde bitch, fucking shirtless. Both of them were shirtless but the bitch thankfully had a bra on. Walking out of the car and stalking towards Maddison's ex that stood and flirted outside his front door. He, them didn't even notice that I was next to them until a fist touched his ugly fucking face.

The woman took a few steps back with her hand covering her mouth after she let out a gasp. "Dude what the hell?!" Trevor held his hand over his cheek where I had punched him.

"You fucking punched her." Another punch against his skull with my fist.

"I touched her also, she is so soft you know. Tight. You have fucked her right?" He said between his breath. I punched him again, he fucking touched her and she didn't tell me. All I hope for is that he is telling fucking lies like always.

He had fucking slept with Max ex girlfriend; before he came out gay when we were friends because he fucking wanted to. And he fucking dated Maddison at the same fucking time as he slept with Max ex girlfriend. And then he fucking lied about it even if my friend had seen it with his own fucking eyes.

Trevor was just fucking lies.

"Of course you have, that pretty cunt is to sweet for resisting." I punched him over and over as blood covered my knuckles on my hand. Changing between punching him in the ribs and face, just try to make him feel the little that he gave my girl.

"Don't you fucking dare to ever touch her again or even speak to her and I'll swear to god-" I held him by the back of his hair so he didn't fall while I spoke to him.

"You will do what? Tell them that you punched me?"

"Maybe tell your fucking mom that you cheated on Maddison to knock another woman up with your child, also sexual abused Maddison. Wouldn't be so fun to have all cash go away?" I looked up at his house that was way to expensive for his shit arse to buy. "People pressing charges against you? That seems fun doesn't it?" I cracked a smile while adrenaline pumped in my blood stream not allowing the pain from all punches I gave him in yet.

Realizing his hair; making him fall down to the ground as blood dripped down on his face, he fucking deserved it. Before walking back to my car. Hearing the woman behind him help him up and speaking with a yell really fucking annoying voice, probably the woman he knocked up a baby in.

Opening the door, sitting down, closing the door and driving away from his street not wanting to see it even for a second longer. Letting my head rest against the seat while letting out a breath in pain with the adrenaline slowly letting the pain in my bloody knuckles in. If it was from either Trevor or me was unclear but it was probably both, if it only was from me then I'll fucking drive back and continue beat the shit out of him.

Stopping the car outside the Brooks house, taking a deep breath before I open the car door and walk in to the house. Evan had left the couch where he was when I left, now somewhere else.

Two steps at the time I walked up the stairs and into Maddison's room without knocking. Her body was laying in the bed with her eyes closed before I closed the door, accidentally waking her up.

A yawn reached over her face before she opened her eyes. "You woke me up." She grumbled.

I took her face in. Her cut lip, her bruised and swollen face; at least a few parts of her face from were he had punched harder or punched more. The red around her neck.

Fucking asshole.

"Stop staring you creep." She giggled as she sat up, another yawn escaped. Maddison's body was covered by my hoodie that I had forgotten she had taken. Black with one basketball in the middle with the number '16' on it, my game number. I was glad that she was in my hoodie, both because it was mine and it covered her bruised skin from my sight; seeing it would have me turned around and punch that fucker to death for touching her.

Her eyes took in my body as I stood by her door before walking in and shutting it behind myself to give us privacy. Too give her some privacy from the people in this house that still didn't know.

"Charles what did you do?" She looked at my right hand then up to my face before quickly looking down at her fingers that fumbled with a ring that was wrapped around her ring finger on her right hand.

The exact ring I gave to her a few weeks ago, she kept it. I don't know why it surprised me, but I don't see why she kept it if she didn't feel anything at all.

I walked up to her and sat down on both of my knees to get down at her height. My hands found her hands, just simply holding them as I felt her head lean against my head. Her unsteady breath against the top of my forehead. Lifting myself up to sit down next to her; all without never letting her hands away.

Her head rested against my shoulder before I let her shaky hands go as my hands found her hips to lift her into my lap. Maddison's head rested against my chest, my hands tightened around her waist as I pushed her closer to me. Accidentally rubbing her against my dick. "Ignore my dick."

A muffled laughter came between her sobs. God that damn laugh. "I love you." I repeated like earlier today. Her body stiffened. Her cried stop, her laughter stopped. "Don't worry, I don't want you to say it back until you really can say the words. Even if they aren't to me, say then when you are ready for it."

She looked up, tears filled her eyes before they fell down to her cheeks. Maddison leaned forward, pressing a kiss against my lips; making them wet from her tears, before her forehead rested against my shoulder and my head against the top of her head.

We sat like that for what felt like hours even it was minutes before her sobbing stopped and she lifted from my lap, grabbing my hand and walked me into her little bathroom.

"Sit." Maddison pointed against the toilet seat, not showing in any way that she just broke down in my lap.

"I'm no dog." I looked down at her short height that barely reached my shoulder, my arms crossed over my chest.

"Sit."

I sat down.

"Good boy." She petted my head, happy by my move to sit down on the toilet. I groaned, both because she treated me like a dog and said something that innocent but blood still rushed to my dick. "Are you horny right now?" Maddison placed her hands on her hips.

I nodded, she laughed. A laugh that reached her eyes.

God she is beautiful.

"Puppy." She turned to the sink, staring to roll up her sleeves before letting them fall down over her wrists. Maddison watched her hands. It was like a scar from a cut that wanted to be kept secret.

Cut.

Cut.

God damn it Maddison.

"I told you to text me, fucking call me if you needed."

"What do you mean?" She turned around, the look on her face showed that she knew exactly what I said.

"Show me your wrists." Maddison shook her head.

"There is no reason-"

"Now." She continued shaking her head as she dried her hands on the towel next to the sink.

Just as she turned around to meet my gaze again, I grabbed her and sat her down in my lap. "What?" My lips met hers, one of my hands wrapped around the back of her head. Pressing her against myself. Taking in the taste on her lips, her smell, every little thing I could take in. Even if I already had taken in it before, I took it in again and again. Never being able to stop.

All while my other hand rolled up the sleeves on my hoodie that was on her beautiful body.

"Maddison.." My lips left hers as I looked down at her wrist that were filled with red cuts. Her head left mine and rested against my shoulder while I felt her tears wet down the shoulder on my shirt.

One hand wrapped around her waist; pushing her possibly closer to me then she already was. While the other bringer her wrist to my lips. Lightly kissing every cut she made on her skin as she continued sobbing against my shoulder.

My sad, beautiful girl.

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