Chained To Him

Chapter 4: Mistakes

Scarlet's P.O.V

I ran as fast I could down the hall. I didn't care if people thought I looked weird, I just needed some answers from Noah. I knew exactly where he would be, at 'our spot'. I know how cheesy that sounds but it was Noah's idea to call it that. 

On our first day at university he convinced me to ditch class and we hung out there the whole day, just talking and drinking and maybe a little making out. Ever since then whenever one of us was upset or angry it's where we would go. I walked out of the building and across the outside field towards a set of trees at the back of the school. 

In the middle of the trees there was a small wooden bench and Noah was sat on it, his head in his hands. I walked over to him quietly and sat beside him. I could hear silent sobs and my heart clenched at the sight. All my anger slowly disappeared as I had never seen Noah cry like this before. Of course he shed a few tears, but who hasn't?

I wrapped myself around him, letting him know I'm here with him. He lifted his head and tears streamed down his cheeks, from his deep blue eyes. "I'm sorry, baby. I was stupid and I didn't mean to hit you. I just lost my anger." He continued to sob into my shirt and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"It's okay, baby. It was an accident. What happened to you?" I said whilst stroking his hair. I pushed my anger back and focused on him.

I'd never seen him like this and it scared me. I pulled him up so he could face me and wiped his tears with the back of my hand. "What happened? You can tell me." I whispered.

He took a deep breathe before meeting my eyes. "Lucas is back." I gasped in shock and horror. I've never hated a person like I hate Lucas. He is Noah's dad and a raging

psycho. When Noah was nine, his mother died and his dad blamed Noah and took out all his anger on him.

It's his deepest secret and only a selective few know about it. The first time he showed me the scars and told me the story was when I realised I loved him. It's also the first time he said he loves me. 

Not only did his dad abuse him physically and verbally, but he is also an alcoholic and drug addict. He got Noah hooked when he was thirteen and it took me months to finally get him clean. 

Noah's P.O.V

As soon as my brain registered that I hit Scarlet, I ran. I didn't care where, I just ran in the pouring rain. My legs seemed to carry to the place I once called home. I guess my body thought I needed to be punished for what I did to Scarlet.

I couldn't believe I hit her. I've never done anything remotely like that before. Just seeing her with Zach though, touching him and protecting him, it made me want to punish her. I lay there on an old couch with holes in, drinking myself into depression. 

I didn't want to face her again, I couldn't. The door opened and I was confused because it was clear by the dust and disgusting conditions of the house that no-one had been here in years. 

My sad excuse for a father stumbled in. I haven't seen him for 5 years since I was 14 and it looked like the years had been bad for him.

He now had a dirty unkept beard and his bright blue eyes were now dull. For some reason me being in his presence made him happy and a wide grin appeared on his face exposing his yellow teeth. I grimaced at the sight and he started to belittle me like he did in the past.

Scarlet had helped me to calm the storm inside me but now I could feel all my anger boiling over and I saw red. I attacked him and beat him to a pulp. When I was satisfied with his condition, I got up and preparing to walk out. 

I should have remembered what a snake he was though because as soon as I turned my back, he attacked me from behind and punched me till I was black and blue. I couldn't manage to get the upper hand on him so I just took the beating like I did as a child. 

He finally got tired after a while and left, presumably to get a another drink and I walked out. I ended up staying at my dealer's house. 

I knew I had to face her sometime so I got myself drunk, before heading to the school. I only let my guard down in front of her and for the first time since I was a child, I cried. 

I cried for me and for her. I didn't realise how hard I hit her and guilt overtook when I saw her eye. I didn't deserve her, she forgave me straight away for hitting her

Scarlet's P.O.V

"He did this to you." My voice was laced with anger. I knew how scared Noah was of his dad and how much strength it took him forget him. "Yeah, after all these years he's still f*****g stronger than me. Don't worry though babe, he got it a lot worse." He said with slight smirk on his face. 

"How did he find you I don't understand? Where were you? I know you weren't at home." He looked away for a moment and it made my thoughts go haywire, thinking that he stayed with another girl. 

"I was at my old house. That's how he found me. It turns out the bastard still comes back every once in a while. He was pissed and high, like usual, and one look at his face and I completely lost it. I know I made you worry but I needed space and time away." 

He eyes seemed to linger on the s**t load of makeup I used to cover the bruise and he lifted his fingers up to it. Gently, he rubbed the makeup off and placed a soft kiss on my wound. I close my eyes enjoying his warm touch on me again. I missed him so much even though he hurt me.

"I'm sorry." He whispered in my ear. Instead of replying, I moved my head and our lips brushed against each other. The familiar tingles I usually got appeared and I deepened the kiss using my tongue. I heard him groan in response and I smiled to myself. 

I pulled back so I could breathe and rested my forehead on his. "I love you." I murmur.

"I love you too." He replies back and leans in again. I smile mischievously and lean back.

"We are still at school or are you forgetting?"

"Never stopped us before." He says with a smirk and I know that he's becoming his old self again. 

I stand up and grab his hand, pulling him to my car. We get in and drive back to my apartment. The whole journey he has his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down which just encourages me to drive faster. As soon as we enter my apartment, he pins me to the wall and starts to kiss down my neck. 

I moan and push off the wall, dragging him to my bedroom. I wanted to take control this time. He's always so rough and it was my turn to be in charge. I pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling his abs tense under my touch. I lifted his shirt off and froze at the many bruises scattered all over his body. 

I work my way down kissing each one, before undoing his belt. He leaned up kissing me hard and I completely forget about taking control, letting him roll us over making him on top and ripping all my clothes off.