forum Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

Started February 12, 2019 by Deleted user

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Laura felt something grab her hair and yank her painfully to her feet. A scream burst out of her lips only to be cut off when he slammed her against the wall, his forearm against her throat.
"Shut up, bitch!" he snapped.
Black spots crept into the edges of Laura's vision. This is it. I'm going to die. He's going to kill me right now.

It wasn't locked. Nicky shoved the door open as soon as he heard Laura's scream, and the sight itself made him see red. Kickboxing lessons when he was a kid aided the punch he threw, landing on the guy's, Laura's father's, jaw.

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Laura gasped, the air finally being allowed back into her lungs. She stared at Nick with wide eyes. "N-Nicky?!"
Her father stumbled backwards and grabbed at his face. "HEY!"

Nicky put himself directly between Laura and her father, face a terrifying mask of calm. "Laura, I want you to go outside, to my truck."

Laura was still gasping for air. "N-Nicky, what are y-you doing?"
Her father glared at Nicky. "Get outta my house."

"Laura, please." Nicky's voice softened just a bit, but he didn't look back at her, never taking his eyes off her father. "Nice try, man. You don't get to pull that here."

His features tightened even more. "Get outta. My house."
Laura began to move towards the door.
"Slut! Don't move!" he snarled at her.
She froze mid-step.

"Keep going, Laura." Nicky said, taking a menacing step towards the man. "The only one not leaving is him."

Just as Laura was about to keep moving, her father snapped at her again. "Don't you move an inch you little whore!"
Laura covered her mouth, but it was no use to stop her sobs.

Nicky had him up against a wall in a split second, his anger bubbling up from his careful calm, a hand on his throat. "Watch your fucking mouth when you talk to her." He growled, eyes flashing. He needed Laura out of the house, because he didn't want her having to see him angry.

"Don't tell me how to talk to my daughter. Go to your room, bitch!"
Laura broke down and ran up the stairs to her room. She hated herself, but it was the truth: she had been whipped into obeying him.

If he had plans to say anything else, he would have been cut off by Nicky's punch to his gut before he let him drop to the ground. "You lost that right the first time you laid a hand on her."

"You can't tell me how to live, boy! I know what's best for my daughter!" He pushed himself up clumsily. Not only were Nicky's hits hard, but the man was still very drunk.

It probably wasn't very sportsman like to hit a man while he was drunk, but Nicky did anyway. Another hit to the face, this time his nose. He'd hit Laura first. "Like hell."

The man crashed backwards into his coffee table and was still, passed out in the mess.

Nicky looked up as he heard sirens nearing. He glanced down at the man, before turning and heading up the stairs to make sure Laura was okay.

Laura was curled up in a ball on her bed. Her forehead was resting on her knees, and she was rocking ever so slowly, mumbling little things to herself.

"Laura." Nicky called softly, knocking on the doorframe of the first room he came upon. His hands throbbed, but he ignored that for the time being.

She quickly jerked her head up and saw Nicky. First, relief washed over her, and she got off the bed quickly. "Are you ok-kay?" she asked quietly. "He d-didn't hurt you, d-did he?"

"I'm fine." He assured her, taking a cautious step towards her. "Can I check you over for injuries that need medical attention?"

She bit her lip softly and nodded.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He took another step forward, gesturing for her to come closer.

Laura came about and arms length away before stopping. She paused, then started to cry quietly.

"Hey, hey." Nicky softened in concern, holding his arms open to offer a hug. "Laura, talk to me."