One Of The Guys

"Ronnie, please, no stop.. STOP!"
My head began to spin, this was all too much for me to handle. His body felt unclean on mine, like he had entered somewhere no one was supposed to go.
I never stopped fighting. I gave him a good few scrapes and bruises on his ugly face.
He grabbed my shirt and ripped it open. Literally, ripped it right down the middle. The cold night air blew across my exposed chest as tears dropped down onto it.
He reached down again to try and remove my shorts. I screamed and kicked him harder than I had before. He grabbed my flailing legs and pinned them to the ground.
"Oooohhh you have no idea what you're in store for" he said. "Once you've had Ronnie you'll never-"
Suddenly a boot came flying out of nowhere and kicked Ronnie in the side of the head with such force I'm sure I heard a crack. It knocked him out straight away. I looked up to see Andy standing there and I cried with relief.
"[name] are you okay?" he bent down and cradled my face with his hands. I couldn't speak, I could only cry. He kissed my forehead and pulled my head in to rest on his warm, inviting chest. I held onto his shirt and buried my face in it. Both his arms wrapped around me and held me tight.
"A-Andy I was so scared. I th-thought you'd never come" I spluttered.
"Shhh, don't worry, I'm here now" he ran his hand over my hair, lightly brushing it behind my ear.
"Come on Little Hurricane, let's get you somewhere safe"
He took of his jacket and wrapped it around me, covering my ripped shirt. He then picked my up with both arms, like a baby and carried me back through the woods.
When we reached the tour buses, the party was still going on. Andy carried me up to our bus, and ordered everyone off it. Once the bus was clear, he locked the door and carried me down to the back, beyond the bunks where there was a small bathroom with a shower.
He placed me on the toilet and examined the cut on my leg. There was blood everywhere. He cleaned it with some antiseptic which stung like a bitch. Then he placed a large bandaid over it.
Without saying a word, he removed my ripped and dirty clothes and placed me in the shower. I had no energy to stand, so I sat on the shower floor.
The hot water flowed over me and felt wonderful. The water at first was a mixture of red and brown, from the dirt and blood, which slowly turned clear.
As I sat on the shower floor, Andy took the shampoo and gently washed my hair, never taking notice of how wet he was getting. He rinsed it out silently, and began to wash my frail body. Gently he ran the sponge over me, washing away any traces of Ronnie.
He turned off the water, took a towel and placed it around me. Holding me tight, he carried me back into the sleeping chambers. He sat me down on his bed and kissed my forehead again. He grabbed a clean shirt of his and dressed me in it. It smelled like him, which gave me a great sense of safety.
Once dressed, he tucked me into his bed and climbed in with me. He wrapped his arms around me, my back pressed up against his familiar chest. His fingers glided through my wet hair, brushing it behind my ear again.
He began to sing softly.
"You're not alone,
we'll brave this storm,
and face today, you're not alone"
His smooth yet husky voice calmed me. As he sang he continued to run his thumb over my ear. I fell asleep in his warm embrace, knowing I was safe.

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