Can I ask you something?|| 2
Characters- Hero Fiennes-Tiffin x Reader
Warning- This piece of writing is going to mention vivid nightmares and sexual assault, if these in any way are triggering to any one I apologise and please do not read. I love you all.
Description- The reader is an aspiring journalist that has just freshly started in the field, when asked to go to a scene and try and get some information on the After star she doesn’t hesitate to jump at the opportunity immediately. However she isn’t as ‘media’ like as she seems... and Hero seems to really like it.
The next day I awake alone in bed, The sound of sprinkling water coming from the bathroom joined to Hero’s room. I sit up with a soft groan, rubbing my temples softly as it feels as if my brain is throbbing inside my skull.
A small beam of sunlight peeked through the crack in the curtains, lighting up the room just ever so slightly. I look to my side to find a glass of water and a painkiller which I take immediately. I hope I’m not the only one out of us both with a horrible hangover.
Hero emerges from the steamy bathroom, his hair still dripping wet and only a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers hugging his waist. I swallow my water a little too thickly and Hero flashes me a quick smile.
“It’s rude to stare, Y/n” I tear my gaze away from him as soon as the words leave his mouth and shake my head.
“Good morni-“ I go to greet him good morning until I am rudely interrupted by him.
“Listen. What happened last night can’t be mentioned to anyone. It can’t get to the public and certainly not your publishing company, got it?” My mouth falls agape as I look at him. His voice was so.. cold? Harsh even..
“I-i wouldn’t tell anyone.. “ I whisper as he pulls on a pair of grey sweat pants.
“Not even your boss?” He perks up a brow, his eyes were hard as they bore into me. I nod.
“Not even him.. and to prove to you that I wouldn’t tell anyone, I almost lost my job the other day because of you” I blurt out unexpectedly. I really thought I said that in my head..
“You did?” He walks over to the window and opens the curtains, the bright light making my pupils dilate and my head hurt even more.
“Y-yes..” I whimper out as I squeeze my eyes shut. Pushing the covers from my basically bare body and standing from the bed. Completely forgetting I am in nothing but one of his T-shirts.
“And how did that happen exactly?” He further interrogates me, his arms crossing over his bare chest.
“I wrote an article on you. Apparently it was too ‘clean’ and he needed something juicy about you, something that would please the gossiping public.. and when I didn’t give it to him he has basically hated me ever since” I confess as I shuffle over to the chair where my clothes from last night laid messily, Hero watching me closely as I did.
“... And you did this? For what? Me?” He asks still in disbelief that I would do anything of the sort. I turn and glare at him, sternly nodding my head.
“Yes. For you, Hero. You are a good person, celebrities are human just like everyone else and deserve to be treated that way. I’m sorry if it is so hard for you to believe me” I have found a somewhat new form of confidence around him and I don’t think I like it. I pick up my things and go to head for the bathroom door when I am gently grabbed and stopped.
“Wait.. I do believe you, Y/n. It’s just- you are so different from all the rest of them. They are basically out to ruin lives, careers. And here you are.. a little angel.” He grins at the blush that spreads across my cheeks and I sigh softly.
“I am no saint.” I shrug and he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.
“Oh, I know. Considering the little stunt you pulled last night I’d say you are quite a naughty girl.” He whispers as he gets ridiculously close to me. My lips fall apart as my jaw slackens and he chuckles, walking away from me and out the room.
I quickly get dressed, folding his shirt and leaving it on his bed I slowly make my way down the stairs, laying my coat on the couch and making my way to the kitchen to find Hero cooking up some breakfast. Bacon and eggs.
“You want some?” He asks as he flips an egg, I shake my head softly and offer a small smile.
“No thank you, I don’t particularly like bacon” I politely deny and he gasps dramatically.
“You don’t like bacon?!” He asks, his mouth slack and his eyes wide. He’s teasing me again!
I roll my eyes softly and sit down at the table located in the middle of his kitchen. Hero then joins me.
“Micheal isn’t going to be happy” I whisper to myself and Hero looks at me strangely.
“Who’s Micheal?” He seemed somewhat concerned or upset even. Maybe he thought Micheal was my boyfriend?
“My boss. I was supposed to have completed a whole new article by the end of the week and I’ve gotten nowhere..” I shove my face into the palms of my hands and groan with frustration.
I look up at him and his stiff shoulders relax as he piles some bacon into his mouth, giving a quick nod he swallows his food before speaking again.
“Was the one about me not good enough?” He lays a hand over his chest and frowns, of course trying to seem hurt.
I laugh a little and nod “It clearly wasn’t for his standards. Micheal is a very strange man.. “
“What do you mean by strange?” He answers instantly and I twirl the ring that clad my finger.
“Lately he has been somewhat.. weird. He hasn’t done anything but I feel as if he is thinking about it.” I clamp my jaw together as I think back to all the times he has stared at the women in the office a little too intensely, me included. He would call us into his office, sometimes drop pencils and make us pick them up for him. It was all a little odd and it was beginning to reoccur. When I got called to his office the other day about my article, that was the first time I had ever went in there for something meaningful and not for him to make me bend down in front of his desk for him.
Hero’s face twists with confusion and something else that I can’t exactly put my finger on. Anger? Disgust? All of the above? Who knows.
“Has he ever tried to touch you?” The words come out strangled from Hero’s throat and I shake my head.
“No, he hasn’t. He just has us pick up pencils for him a lot, or tidy up mess that is directly in front of his desk chair as he watches us.” I play with the sleeves on my dress and Hero’s jaw tightens, I could see him clenching it. Obviously trying to hide whatever negative emotions he had towards the situation.
He gets up from where he is sat and puts his plate in the sink, quickly getting a drink of water before turning back to me.
“Do you have to work today?” I shake my head as I look up at him. Micheal allows each one of his workers to have at least one day off weekly to do work at home if need be. I could use that as an excuse to my absence.
“Good. We can hang out here. If you want too that is?” I stand from the table and nod. To be with Hero a second time for a bit is like a dream come true.
“I- I need clean clothes though.” I nod to myself and he doesn’t hesitate to catch a good glimpse of my body.
“Hmm, we can go grab some things and come back?” I nod and almost jump at the idea. We are quick out the door, taking short cuts and trying to avoid as much people as we possibly could we eventually arrive at my apartment building.
I was nervous to let him in as it probably isn’t as extravagant as his house but it’s all I could afford for now. I like it anyways, it’s home.
Entering through my apartment door I offer him a seat in the living room as I quickly go and shower, changing into some comfortable yoga leggings and a hoodie that was a little too big for me but extremely warm and comfy.
I quietly make my way back through to Hero and he stands from his seat, walking over to me he ruffles my hair which makes me squeal and run away from him.
“Hero!! You’re going to make it get knots it in!” I pout slightly as I throw my dirty laundry into the washing machine, Hero standing by the door as he watches me.
“You ready?” He speaks after examining my body and I nod.
“Yes.. May I ask you something?” I slowly walk towards him and he nods softly.
“Why do you always watch me like that?” I pull the sleeves of my hoodie over my hands and Hero smirks.
“Like what?” Crossing his arms the muscles bulk against his rather tight T-shirt and it just couldn’t go unnoticed.
“I-i can feel you looking at me in s-some way..” I internally curse at myself at my lack of control over my little stutter and he grins down at me.
“I look at you in a lot of ways, Y/n. It’s a bit difficult to narrow it down to just one.”
Deciding to leave the conversation at that I give a small shrug of my shoulders and grab my keys from the counter top. Upon exiting my building I am soon grabbed and dragged back inside.
“Shh.. pappz are outside.” He whispers as he lets go of me.
“Is there a back door? Maybe a fire exit even?” I huff a little and nod. I had actually forgotten that he would have people following him around most of the time, so we would be playing a big game of hide and seek until we got back to Hero’s place.
We basically run from my apartment to Hero’s house, and I regret it immediately. Who runs willingly?! Who?? WHO?!
Hero laughs at my many whines and protests against running and ends up taking my hand to make me speed up alongside him.
“I- I need water.. immediately.. “ I gasp out as I collapse onto Hero’s sofa, my chest heaving with each deep breath I took. I lean my head back and close my eyes only being able to hear Hero’s chuckles from the kitchen.
Hero lays a freezing cold bottle of water along my forehead and I sigh, completely lost in bliss as I begin to cool down. I could feel Hero’s gaze on me, I could sense it. I always could.. it seemed I had caught him staring a lot recently. Though he never once tried to hide it or deny that he was looking.
When he removes the bottle away I whine out, opening my eyes I pout up at him.
“It’s for drinking, not using as an ice pack” setting the bottle down on the living room table I sit up normally again, taking the water and gulping it down.
After a moment or two of comfortable silence I scoot closer to him on the sofa and quietly speak out “You have a beautiful home. It must get lonely living by yourself?” It was more of a question that a statement. I didn’t want him to think I was making assumptions already.
He shakes his head, snatching his gaze from the TV and to me whom was perched beside him “Most of the time my mates come around or I’m really busy with work so I am hardly here..” He pasuses for a quick second before continuing “Its nice to have you here.” For the first time since I had met him I see him somewhat shy? It wasn’t noticeable but considering the confidence he usually has around me I noticed it straight away.
“It is?” I question, further pushing the topic. He simply nods and twirls a piece of my damp hair in his finger tips.
“Of course it is. There’s something about you.. something different and unique. I like it a lot.” It may have seemed simple the way he said it but it touched my heart.. I’ve loved getting to know Hero and I would love for it to continue.
Hero’s gaze is glued back to the Television and my own gaze is stuck on him. Examining everything about him. From his forest like green eyes to how sweet and juicy his lips look. I find myself lost in a daze, a hypnotic trance that I couldn’t escape- that is until Hero looks at me and smugly smiles. As soon as he did that I find the coffee table in the center of the living room much more interesting than anything else.
As the clock ticked on Hero’s arm had made its way around my shoulders. The only time he left my side was to grab snacks from the kitchen or to answer to door to the pizza driver that was delivering our dinner.
After everything I was absolutely stuffed, stuffed to the point where I felt like I was going to be sick but the feeling soon faded as I continued to drink water.
The last blinkering drop of sunlight had gone and a dark canvas painted the sky that blanketed London’s streets. I quickly glance at my phone, the first I had done it in hours and notice the time, my eyes widen. It was 10 o’clock ?!
Throwing my phone onto the other side of the couch I let a yawn emit past my lips and gently rub my eyes. I quietly hear Hero coo at me like I am a baby and he opens his arms. Confused I stare at him in unknowingness, that is until he grabs me and pulls me into a massive bear hug!
I’ve only known him for about three days and here we were snuggled up together.. it was wonderful, I feel like I have know him for months.
I slowly begin to doze off, my head becoming heavy but I always snap myself awake which makes Hero jump a couple of times, startled.
“Shhh it’s alright, you can sleep.” He softly whispers to me as he lets his finger tips glide through the freshly washed strands of my hair.
“But.. work.. tomorrow “ I yawn again and nuzzle my head into his chest “6 a.m...”
I softly mumble a quiet protest and he continues to shush me, letting me know that everything was okay. That I was safe and that he would wake me tomorrow just in time for work. If I were ever late Micheal would be furious with me. I’d be fetching coffees and sorting his own documents for weeks. As I let myself slip into a deep and peaceful slumber I can hear the relaxing beat of Hero’s heart. The rhythm matching the beat of my own.. it all seemed a little too perfect, but I wasn’t complaining.
Around an hour or so later I feel a soft shake of my shoulder, my eyes popping open immediately as I sit up.
“Am I late? What time is it?” I rush out frantically and Hero shakes his head, tilting it to the side as he smiles lovingly at me.
“No.. you’ve been asleep for an hour. Come on, beautiful.. let’s get you to bed” He chirps out quietly as he picks me up from the couch and cradles me in his arms, obviously forgetting I am more than capable of walking by myself. I don’t mind it though, being babied a little bit felt good.
I giggle sleepily to myself at my own thoughts and rest my head on Hero’s shoulder. He was still so warm..
He rests me down onto the cold sheets of the bed and I shiver slightly at the cool material on my warm skin.
“Are you coming too?” I ask innocently.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to leave you” He replies and shuts of the dull light of the lamp located in the corner of the room. My tired eyes fall shut, thankful for the sudden darkness.
The bed shifts as Hero’s weight is added to the mattress and he goes to pull me closer to him but stops.
“Is it alright if I hold you?” He shyly speaks out and I don’t answer but shuffle closer to him, my head buried in the crook of his neck as I breathe in his scent. His strong arms then coming to wrap around my body protectively.
As safe as I felt wrapped in Hero’s embrace I couldn’t help the horrible dreams that snuck up on me whilst I was asleep..
‘Y/n! My office now!’ Micheal screams. This wasn’t the office.. I was alone.. there was no one else here and it was dark- gloomy even.
With each step I took towards Michaels office I felt as if I had a ball and chain attached to my ankles. My feet felt so heavy, so tired. I turn to look at them and there are two women clutching onto my legs... screaming..
‘Don’t go! DON’T GO!!!’ They whale out pain filled cries, my chest became full with panic and I stumble and fall onto the floor ‘It is a trap..’ one of the women whisper before I watch as the two of them disappeared into a puff of smoke.. and then he appeared.
‘Did I not just tell you to get into my office?!’ Michaels face has twisted with rage and his words are poison.
‘I-i’m sorry.. ‘ As I try to reason with him it is as if my voice is dying out, like it is being buried by the complete fear that is pumping through my entire body. A candle flame that only has seconds of light left..
My words meant nothing. He was soon on top of me, his fingers grabbing my throat and smashing my head against the cold floor I lay on. He then had the audacity to pull me into a forceful kiss.
‘Stop.’ I screech out, my hands balled into fists as they pound against his chest.. but I am ignored and he just continues. From bruising my lips to sucking on my neck.
‘Micheal stop!! Stop, please stop!!’ I cry out, tears streaming from my eyes. Just as I was beginning to think I was going to die the chaos ended..
“Y/n? Y/n wake up..!!” I hear the gentle call of my name from Hero and my eyes open. My breathing stupidly heavy as I sit up completely, my body trembling.
“Are you alright? I heard you shouting” Hero softly whispers to me and I don’t reply. I work on my breathing. It was just a dream.. it was just a dream..
When I am pulled into a soft hug from Hero that is when I begin to cry- well, sob. The dream was awful, horrendous even.
“Shhh.. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” To stop my terribly loud crying I hide my face into Hero’s chest, my tears soaking his T-shirt. I had be clinging to Hero for so long with my eyes closed that it wasn’t until the morning that I realised I had fallen back asleep. Hero’s fingers still tangled in my hair.
I groan softly as I lift myself from the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress as I stretch my arms out above my head, Hero still laying fast asleep.
I gather my things and leave Hero a short but sweet note to let him know I had left for work and he is more than welcome to pop by my place anytime he wants.
At home I shower quickly as I had a lot too do, shave, wash my hair, exfoliate- you know the drill!
Today I chose to wear a pair of faded black skinny jeans with a creame white blouse tucked into them. My choice of foot wear being slip on flats as I am so over heels at this point.
I manage to leave just in time for me to stop by at my favourite coffee shop and pick up two coffees, one for me and one for Lynn at the front desk. She has to arrive earlier than others so she will most likely need this more than I will.
I set it down on her desk when she is busy with a call and she mouths a small ‘thank you’ to me with a thumbs up. I giggle softly and shake my head, letting her know that it was no problem at all.
I perch down at my desk once I sit my purse down beside me and I jump, startled as my name is called by Micheal.
“Can I have a word?” He asks as a girl leaves his office, a frown on her face. His hair is oddly scruffy and his shirt is untucked. Hungover maybe?
I try not to replay the nightmare I had last night as I walk towards his office, the only thing I have been able to picture is the two girls grabbing onto my legs for their dear life’s... but replaying the nightmare wasn’t needed as soon as I stepped into that office.
He slammed the door shut, flicking the lock as he did. I don’t even manage to get a word out as I am shoved against the wall, fear and panic being the only thing I can feel bubbling and filling my chest. I feel physically sick, as if I am just going to throw up all over him.
“Your ass looks banging in those jeans..” He slurs as his hand creeps it’s way behind me. I can smell something from him.. Vodka? Gin? Maybe even Whisky? Whatever it was it was definitely a strong alcohol.
I am soon snapped back to my situation as there is a hard squeeze on my behind, making me scrunch my brows together and try to push Micheal away.
“What are you doing?!” I scream and he immediately throws a hand up to cover my mouth which only makes me squirm more.
I was so uncomfortable. So frightened. This man was my boss, he was supposed to be someone I could trust.. someone I could turn to for help if needed and here he was making my night terror a reality.
“Would you just shut the fuck up??” He laughed sadistically and his laugh alone was enough to send someone spiralling into madness.
Tears well in my eyes as I feel his lips go from to my jaw to my neck and I can’t help the muffled sobs from slipping past his hand.
He lets his other unoccupied hand try and feel me through my jeans and that is when I decided that enough was enough! I was terrified, my heart was rattling against my rib cage but I would be damned if I was going to sit here and be violated by a creepy older man!
Shoving against him with all my might he stumbles and falls into his desk, his face full of anger and disgust. Disgust?! He is the disgusting one!!
“Stay away from me!!” I scream, hopefully loud enough for someone outside to hear. No one did.
“You little bitch.. stubborn are we?” He smirks devilishly as he stalks his way back towards me. Instead of shying away I meet him halfway, my fist meeting his face and my knee coming into contact with his balls.. if he even had any.
All whilst he was distracted from the pain I quickly unlock the office door and sprint for my life, not even bothering to grab my purse as tears streak down my face. This wasn’t a dream this time.. this was real...
I don’t stop running, I run and I run, even when my shoes fail me and begin to slip off constantly I continue to hurry home. The feeling of him being pressed against me made me nauseous.
My eyesight was blurred from my tears as I crash through my apartment door, slamming it behind me. At that moment I just wanted Hero, for him to hold me and reassure me that everything was okay, but who am I too want him? I don’t even think he looks at me in such a way.
With my mind racing uncontrollably I strip from my clothes and go for a second shower, scrubbing at my skin until it was raw and a bright red. It didn’t make me feel any cleaner but it did gently ease the trauma.
I don’t contact Hero for almost a week, maybe 3 days. He has tried multiple times to contact me but I just wasn’t brave enough to tell him yet. I am late on rent as I refuse to go back to work, Micheal probably wouldn’t let me to return anyways.... not that I would ever want too.
As I was just beginning to think that Hero had long forgotten about me there is a soft knock at my apartment door. Of course I heard it as I wasn’t watching anything on the TV, just simply staring at the black screen that coated and hid the internal wiring.
I wearily push myself up from the sofa and sluggishly walk towards the door, my eyes slightly puffy from the constant crying I have been doing for days. I know I should have contacted someone, the police maybe even someone from work to see what help they could give me.. but I just couldn’t. I couldn’t find the strength at all.
I click open every individual lock and even though there were only two of them I felt as if I was standing for hours. The door creaks open and my eyes widen, a slight wave of energy surging throughout my tired body. It was Hero.
"H-hero... W-w what are you doing here?" I stutter out, still shocked by his presence in front of me.
"I came to see if you were alright. You haven't been answering my emails or calls. I was so worried." He says as he stepped into my apartment.
"I’m sorry." Was all I could manage to say. A sincere apology to the lovely man.
"That's all you have to say? Did I do something wrong." He asks, his voice plagued with confusion.
"What? no. Of course you didn’t" I reply instantly. I can’t have him thinking this is his fault.
"Then why have you been ignoring me? Did something happen? Are you okay?” He asks. As soon as those 3 words at the end leave his mouth my eyes begin to water and a heart wrenching sob escapes my lips making Hero rush over to me with a worried look as I sink down onto the floor, a complete sobbing mess.
"Hey hey what's wrong? Y/N, you can trust me. Please.. why are you crying?” He says as holds me. I instantly feel safe in his embrace and hesitatly wrap my arms around him and cry into his chest.
Hero doesn't say anything instead he rubs small circles on my back and tries his very best to soothe me. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear as one of his hands stroke my hair.
I can’t tell him. I can’t even bare to think about it. It is as if I tell him, if I speak out about it.. it is just confirming that it actually happened and I am really not mentally prepared to accept it yet. But if not now, when?
“He.. he- Micheal..” I start as I manage to eventually control my sobs and look up at Hero. He still remains quiet, letting me speak as he listens to every word I am saying.
“H-he did something.. “ I sniffle gently, my nose running from the none stop tears “to me..”
As soon as the words left my mouth Hero knew. He stares at me like he was absolutely broken, just like I am.
“No.. did he.. did he touch you?” He asks, concern and disbelief in his voice. His eyes were concentrated but soft as he looks at me.
I chew on my bottom lip harshly and nod, tears continuously streaming down my cheeks. My body trembling. He doesn’t say anything else but pulls me back to him, rocking us both back and forward on the hard wood floor. He peppers kisses on my forehead and hairline and I soon find myself relaxing into him.
I awoke the next morning to the sun shining angrily on my face, the light completely blinding me for about 3 seconds before I realise where I actually am. I am laid on the couch, a pillow from my bedroom under my head and a fluffy blanket draped over my body.. but no sign of Hero.
Was it a dream? Did I dream about telling Hero what happened? Or did I actually see him last night...
I force myself up from the couch, moaning out as my back cricks and cracks like a glow stick. I hated sleeping on the sofa, it was always too firm to sleep on and made every joint in my body hurt.
Mindlessly I make my way to the bathroom, completely ignoring the note written on the table from Hero as I go to shower- not like I can afford showering at this point. I have to pull my head from the clouds and try and find work elsewhere, it shouldn’t be too challenging as I was a great student in college and graduated with all the right qualifications.
Emerging from the foggy mist which was my bathroom I shuffle my way to the bedroom, my clothes already set out on the bed spread for me. I chose a pair black Nike leggings and a baggy grey hoodie, the drawstrings beginning to fray from how much I have washed it.
I stayed in that day, all day. Watching a couple of movies but getting distracted half way through by something that was bothering me. I always ended up doing something elsewhere, the dishes, folding laundry, taking the garbage out... and by the end of it all I don’t think I made it all the way through one single movie.
I was getting ready for bed when my phone vibrates from the nightstand. My heart pounding as I secretly hope that it is Hero.
Hero: Hello beautiful. God you are beautiful. I want hugs.
He wants hugs... he’s sounds somewhat drunk?
I reply, telling him how much I would love a hug from him right now and he responds almost 20 minutes later.
Hero: Come give me some then :)
Oh how I would love to go and get some cuddles. He is so tall, and smells so so good.. he makes me feel so safe and wanted.
I ask of his whereabouts and he doesn’t answer, he instead toys around with the question, talking about different things which worries me.
Wow. He wants me to guess..
The pub? Nope. Football field? Nope, not there either. With a mate? Nope.
It was always no, no, no to my questions and I was getting concerned. After everything I told him last night I really hope he didn’t go and do something horrible..
There was one place I did not mention to him, It was the last place I ever wanted to go, to look at, to think about. I slip on a pair of trainers and grab my keys, making sure to lock up everything behind me.
It was 12:45 and I was absolutely exhausted but I wanted to make sure that he was alright and not getting into trouble. I know it isn’t my place but I care for him.
I walk through the deserted streets of London, hugging into myself as I trench through the cold to my dreaded destination. I hope this all isn’t for nothing and that Hero is where I think he is.
After 15 minutes of walking I soon turn into a lovely neighbourhood. It was quiet and clean, the gardens just as perfect as the houses they accompanied. They were everything an unfortunate human being dreamed of.
I enjoy my walk throughout the neighbourhood. Taking in the scenery and all the little lights that gently lit the gardens. It was peaceful.
I shiver and hug myself tighter as the cold leaves pricks of goosebumps arising on my skin as I near where I oh so desperately hope Hero is.
Turning the corner I come to a forced stop, the houses foundation standing right before me. I stare at it, scared- terrified even of the monster within its walls.
Just as I had suspected Hero was there, perched down on the curb outside the house with a bottle in his hand and his head hanging low.
“Hero?” I speak out, soft and quiet but it instantly caught his attention and he stumbles to his feet.
“Y/n!” He joyfully shouts as he walks over to me, his tall figure capturing me in its arms as he pecks kisses into my hair. He still smelt so good..
As much as I would love to stay and cuddle with him in the streets all night I step away from his comforting embrace.
“Hero.. what are you doing here?”
He stares for a moment, looking for the words before facing away from me and back to the house.
“He hurt you.” He starts, I could hear the slight anger in his voice “You are so incredible and- and amazing and he hurt you!!” He shouts slightly and I shush him.
I look to the curb he sat on and beside his empty bottle of whisky there was a golf club. Realisation hit me like a ton of bricks and I stare at him in shock.
“You didn’t.. Hero, did you hurt him?” I ask and he scoffs, shaking his head.
“He wishes I would have just hit him with the club, I wouldn’t hurt the bastard, as much as I want too.. but I would definitely hurt his wallet.”
I would hurt his wallet. What?
I stare up at him and at noticing the confusion on my face he points to Michaels car which was parked not too far behind him.
I hear myself gasp out loudly as I take in the scene in front of me.
Michaels front and back windscreen had been hit so many times to the point that it had caved inwards towards the car, the tail lights and the head lights have been damaged probably beyond repair and the four car door windows have been smashed through and into the car. On the side of the car there is the word ‘ASSHOLE’ scratched into the black paint and as much as I wanted to scold Hero I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmingly chuffed that he cared so much to do all of this.
It was like whatever hurt me also hurt him.
“We have to get out of here.. now” I whisper, grabbing onto Hero’s hand and the golf club and I carefully dispose of the empty bottle far away from Michaels house. The damage done was going to cost Micheal thousands! Thousands of pounds that he did not have.
Hero abruptly stops walking and I turn to him, tugging on his hand to indicate that he should move but he doesn’t.
“Hero?” I speak out but all that follows is silence from him. He doesn’t speak a word, or make a noise.. that is until I hear a choked sob come from him.
“Are you alright..?” Noticing that he clearly isn’t I take two large strides towards him and step up onto my tip toes, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close to me.
“I should have been there..” he croaks out, his voice muffled from his face being buried in my neck “I- i should have been there to protect you. Kept you safe.”
A lump grows in my throat and I bite back tears, he shouldn’t be feeling this bad about what happened. Whispering to him I pull him tighter to me. His tears soaking through my hoodie and dampening my skin.
“All that matters is that you are here now.” Trying to reassure him was impossible when he was in this drunken state and he just shakes his head.
“You don’t understand, love.. you are so precious, so.. so” he stops talking as if at a loss for words and groans to himself “If I was there.. he wouldn’t have.. “ he starts again and soon sighs out, his jaw clamping together tightly and his eyes falling shut as he just takes in the comfort of my presence.
“Come on.. let’s go home, yeah?” I ask hesitantly and he nods his head.
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