Undone
1071 Words
"No," I said, pushing myself away from the floor. The girls got out of bed and started to move, each doing a little dance around Damien.
I didn't even have the time to be sad about Damien. I just needed to get out of here. I needed to f*****g leave.
"Bring her here," Damien said, and the girls immediately walked towards me.
I turned, grabbing the first thing I saw. A bottle. I smashed it on the ground, ignoring the several shards of glass that flew out to my hand, cutting my skin.
"Don't you dare!" I yelled, turning the sharp edge of the bottle towards them. "Don't you dare come close or I swear..."
"She won't be able to do anything," Damien said, letting go of the last bit of clothing and dignity he had. "And your resistance is just turning me on."
"You are a f*****g bastard!"
"I know. Florian made sure I found out. Florian made sure I f*****g knew! And that is why he is going to meet you here, undone in my bed, because that is exactly what he did to me. It will hurt him, wouldn't it? He always defended you whenever we talked about you. He even kicked us out of his place once. I should have known that it was because he wanted to f**k you."
I felt horrible. For not choosing Florian. For putting myself in this position. For doing this to us.
"I am glad I gave him my first time."
Damien's eyes hardened, and he suddenly pushed through the girls and grabbed me by my hair, forcing me back and pushing the glass bottle on the floor.
It hit my hand, and the edge shattered and embedded into my palm. I gave out a small yelp as Damien leaned to me, his eyes darting across both of mine.
He gave a small laugh before he wrapped a hand around my neck and started to lean further to kiss me. I fought as hard as I could, and not even the piece of glass I managed to put in his back could stop him.
"Let me go!" I screamed, kicking hard, pulling away from him, but all of my body hurt, and I wasn't nearly as strong as he was. "Please just..."
"Oh, you are begging now?"
"f**k you!" I screamed, pushing hard. "Florian!"
He stopped, then broke into a laugh. "Romeo happens to be nowhere, sweetheart. Now open up."
He leaned even closer, his hand reaching for the skirt I was wearing. I was desperately writhing in his hand, trying my best to move out of his grip, but he was adamant and wouldn't let go.
He got closer, and I knew I was doomed. I knew he would win this time, and it would be my own fault.
I closed my eyes tight, still struggling as much as I could, yet I could still feel him right above me.
Suddenly, I heard a loud crash. I couldn't tell if it was the door or a person, but Damien suddenly let go of my hair, and I tumbled back on the floor next to the broken glass.
I turned, and the only thing I could see was Ronan. He was lying on the floor, bloodied, and the door opened wide.
I pushed myself to sit, and I saw him. Damien was on the floor, limp, barely able to talk, as Florian was above him, hitting him hard again and again.
"Florian?"
He didn't turn to me or stop. I had never seen Florian so... well, unclean. He never fought, or got in trouble, or did any of the typical boy stuff. He was charismatic, rarely spoke, and maintained a stainless image.
The Florian that was somehow here right before that bastard did anything to me, the Florian that seemed very determined to kill Damien, that was a Florian I have never seen before.
"Florian," I said, a little louder, my tears seeping into my voice, my body shaking.
I turned to the door, and there were two men guarding it. They looked like bodyguards I black clothes, with glasses, and they seemed to not care that Florian was out of control.
"Florian!" I yelled, using the last bit of energy I had, my voice breaking.
He finally turned, his eyes wide, his chest heaving. His shirt was opened halfway, his hair dishevelled, his hands bloody.
I let out a breath, a wave of dizziness washing over me. I lost control and fell back, the heavy breathing and the yelling girls turning into nothing but a blur accompanied by white noise.
"Roxanne," I heard Florian say, before it all went black and quiet.
My head hurt. Everything hurt. My eyes fluttered open, and for the first few seconds, I couldn't see much. I let out a breath and closed my eyes for a bit before opening them again.
The first thing I saw was Damien. He had an evil laugh, and he was naked from where I could see, his eyes carrying a dark light.
I let out a scream and jumped, my chest heaving, my entire body immediately plagued with pain.
"Roxanne," I heard someone say, just before I felt a gentle hand wrap around my head and bring me to a familiar scent.
I immediately felt safe, my hands desperately wrapping around his waist, my hands pressed on his bare skin.
"Florian?"
"Yes. This is Florian. I am here. No one is getting to you here."
I buried my face in the beautiful toned ridges of his stomach, my chest heaving. I should have believed him. As long as I was with Florian, no one could get to me. I should have believed it. I should have never left.
"Florian... Florian, I..."
"Shhh," he said, his hand coming down to pat my hair slowly, his other hand wrapping tighter around me. "It doesn't matter now. Nothing matters now."
I closed my eyes, my chest heaving, tears stinging the back of my eyes. I pushed my face further into Florian's stomach, my teeth gritted as those tears started to fall, leaving me with no other option.
Florian leaned to me, gently kissing my forehead and the side of my face, but not once did he ask me to stop crying. I broke down in his hands, and like Damien had wanted, I came undone. Just that it was with Florian.
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