Two hands reached out, grabbing me by the throat and waist, and pulled me into the alley way. I was slammed against the cold brick wall and shut my eyes tight at the pain. I opened my eyes and found an all too firmiliar pair of brown eyes, cascaded with red and purple eye shadow, staring back at me. Paul.
Instantly, all the memories came back. Everything I felt when I was forced to live with him. My tears began streaming down my face. I was so hurt just by his face. Paul had abused me and almost killed me. He hit me with his car because I tried to leave him. I cringed at my most painful memory. I felt so stupid for satying with him even after that incident. Then I realized something. I didn't stay with Paul because I loved him, I stayed with him because I was afraid.
"Shh," he whispered covering my mouth and holding an ice cold blade against my throat, "I don't want to hurt you."
That's pure bull. I know that if he didn't want to hurt me, he wouldn't have brought a knife. He wouldn't have hit me with is car. He wouldn't have hurt me in the first place.
"Bull shit!" I spat at him when he removed his hand from my mouth.
"Did you back talk me?" Paul asked with a demonic tone in his voice. He grew angry when I didn't answer. Slamming me against the wall again he said, "Answer me!"
"Ow! So what if I did?"
"He made you fiesty. I like fiesty," he chuckled.
Those words ignited a flame in my chest, a flame fueled by hate. At this point I would have covered my face and cried in fear. However, I felt a new, stronger feeling begin to bubble. I felt not fear, but hate. I punched Paul in the stomach, sending him down. I saw my chance and tried to run away. I felt a hand grip my ankle and I went down.
My right cheek hit the pavement and I cringed at the pain. I rolled on to my back and Paul sat on my stomach. His weight pushing against me, holding me in place. He balled his hand into a fist and I braced myself for the pain, closing my eyes. First one, then two, quickly I felt all five of Paul's knuckles pressing against my left eye, they were soon replaced by a throbbing pain. This was the last time he was going to hurt me.
"Andy!" I screamed. I wasn't going to let him hurt me without somebody knowing.
"Shut up!" Paul yelled slamming another blow into my face.
"Danny!" I screamed louder.
"Shut the fuck up!" he screamed slamming a third punch to my mouth.
"Help, it's Paul!" I screamed even more.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," he said hitting me even more.
Don't listen to him! I thought to myself. Don't let him silence you! DO NOT give in, fight back! I raised my leg as fast as possible, kicking him in the balls. I knew he would hit me even more, after I had hurt him, but at this point I really didn't care. I wasn't going to let him beat me down, I was going to fight back.
I was actually surprised how I was able to stay concious. Usually three blows and I would have passed out. I was still concious and fighting after the third, the fourth, even the fifth blow. What was keeping me awake? Andy.
Andy was what kept me fighting. The thought of losing him broke me, I would have lost everything if I lost Andy. I was kicking and thrashing about violently under Paul's weight. I wasn't going to lose the one person who showed me love, who showed me friends, who showed me a family. I wasn't going to lose the life Andy had given me.
"Why won't you pass out already?" he screamed, anger apparent in his voice.
"You touched the wrong girl mother fucker!" I heard Andy yell.
I opened my eyes to see Andy grab Paul by his shirt and throw him off of me. Danny grabbed Paul and started beating him down. I his his british accent cursing as he hit him. My friend and my boyfriend beating down everything that messed me up. I loved these guys so much. They literally just saved my life. I looked up and saw Andy lean in, scooping me into his arms. The feeling of being in Andy's protective arms relaxed me and I closed my eyes again, falling asleep.
I woke up feeling my head on somebody's lap. My head was pounding from the incident with Paul. I looked up through my good eye and saw I was sleeping on Jake. I noticed that we were in the back lounge of the bus. Jake looked down at me, our eyes meeting. Two emotions filled his brown/hazel eyes. First was sorrow, then it was quickly replaced with comfort. He smiled softly, making an attempt to calm me. I have to admit, it did work. Jake was certainly like an older brother to me. Minded his own, stayed out of the way, didn't hover over me, aided me in a time of need.
"Andy!" he called to the front of the bus, "Kaitlyn is awake."
"Shh," I whispered. "My head is pounding, Jake."
"Sorry," he replied petting my hair, "I just got excited."
"Is she awake?" Andy asked bursting through the door.
"I'm up," I smiled turning to face Andy.
His face hardened with fear. He quickly gathered himself and smiled back at me. I already saw his fear, I knew it was bad. Of course it was bad, Paul did it. He was weak for beating women but he had enough strength to scar me. I needed to see for myself just how bad it was this time.
"Hey black bird," he said knealing and taking my hand between his.
"Jake, can you let Andy and I talk?" I sighed.
"Sure," he said gently getting up. Andy took his spot, not letting my head fall.
"What is it sweet heart?"
"How bad do I look?"
"You'll heal quick..."
"How bad do I look, Andy?" I asked cutting him off.
When he wouldn't answer I crossed my arms and rolled away from him. I just needed to see what Paul had done to me. Andy tapped my shoulder and sighed as he gave me his phone. I looked at myself in the reversed camera and understood why Andy looked at me the way he did.
My left eye was swelled, not enough to completely close but enough to know I was hit hard. My lip was split on the right side. My right cheek had a bruise and a scratch. I looked like I had gotten into a bar fight. It wasn't as bad as Paul's car, but it was still pretty bad.
I gave Andy his phone and burried my face into his stomach as the tears came pouring out. How could Andy love me now? I look so disgusting! Oh no, what if Andy leaves me? I couldn't live with that.
"Shh, it's okay baby," Andy comforted me. "You did so good. You fought back and didn't let him control you."
"Andy I'm hideous!"
"How could you say that?" he asked in shock.
"Look at me!" I cried sitting up, facing Andy. "Look at what he did to me! I look awful!"
"So you have a few bruises and scratches. I don't see them."
"What?"
"What I mean is, I don't see a bruised face when I look at you." Andy grabbed my hands and pulled me into his lap. He started tracing comforting circles on my arm as he spoke, "I see a beautiful girl who stole my heart. I see a humorous child who can make me laugh harder than CC. I see a strong woman who stood up for herself. I see my girlfriend when I look at you. I love you, Kaitlyn. No matter how you look."
Andy knew just the right words to make me feel proud of myself. How could a single human give me so much with just a few words? I loved this man so much. I snapped back to reality when I felt Andy gently pressed his lips against mine, not allowing me the ability to think. The warmth of his lips sent me into a spiral of joy and love. I adjusted so I was straddling Andy's lap and my hairs were intertwined in his hair. His arms wrapped around my waist and held me against him.
The bus stopped but we didn't break our kiss. Andy's hands were running up and down my back, slowly. Wanting a little more, I grabbed Andy's arms and pushed them down further to my butt and he gently squeezed it. I giggled against his lips and he chuckled. Andy cupped my face with both of his hands and smiled as we continued to make out. I returned the smile, holding myself closer to him.
I didn't want to break the kiss. I didn't want to end this moment. However, I needed air. We broke away from the kiss slowly, our foreheads pressed against each other as we breathed heavily. Andy ran his hands through my hair and smiled at me. God, I don't know how much longer I can wait. Andy is so sexy and charming. He could make a girl climax by screaming on stage. How could he do this to me? Flip his hair out of his face and give me a sexy smirk? Does he not know how much that turned me on? I pushed the thoughts away as I began to grow tired.
"Thank you for being there for me Batman," I giggled.
"Of course, black bird."
And with that I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. Andy's arms around me the entire time. At least, I think they were.

Notes

Na na na na na na na na ANDY! Haha, Andy saves the day as Batman! The next Chapter will be from Ashley's POV. The chapter after that will be written by my co-author, Angelicfanficlover
I hope you guys are liking this story.