Backed up against the wall, you had no where to go. Your ex-boyfriend’s dirty hands were encircling your wrists, his alcohol-drenched breath was fanning across your face.
"It’s been a long time, (Y/N)," he said in what was probably an attempt to be seductive. "I’ve missed you."
He rolled his hips against yours, making you start to tremble.
You wanted to scream out for Michael but he wouldn’t be able to hear you above the pounding music of the club. You could only pray that whatever your ex did wouldn’t hurt too much.
He only just started running his fingers along the hem of your dress before he was being pushed roughly away from you, nearly losing his balance and falling on the floor.
You gasped as you watched Michael tower over him, an expression of rage and fury evident on his normally compassionate face. He was breathing heavily and his knuckles were white.
"Don’t you ever come near her again, you got that, asshole?" he yelled, jabbing his finger in the guy’s chest. "If you so much as look in her direction, I swear I’ll fucking kill you."
Your ex looked terrified as he scrambled away, disappearing in the crowd of dancing people. You couldn’t help but wonder why that guy ever appealed to you.
Michael turned around and approached you, his hands glossing over your body, checking to make sure you were okay. On your face, down your arms, around your waist. You could see a tear rolling down his cheek and the worry in his eyes.
"He didn’t hurt you, did he, baby?" he asked carefully, a stark contrast to his voice just a few moments ago. He pulled you to his chest gently.
"I’m fine," you choked out, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him even closer to you. "I’m just glad you found me."
"I’ll always find you," Michael murmured against your hair. "Always."
"What the heck, (Y/N)?" Ashton asked, sliding your phone across the table. "Why are you texting him?"
You clutched the towel you were holding against your body tighter to yourself, glancing at the screen.
"Ash, I swear he won’t leave me alone," you defended. "You can read all the texts if you don’t believe me."
Ashton grabbed the phone again and started scrolling through the messages, his eyes narrowed as he read them.
You twirled your damp hair around your finger as you anxiously waited for him to say something, anything.
Ashton finally set the device down and took a deep breath before walking over to stand in front of you.
His hands rested on your cheeks and he pulled you closer, planting a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips.
"I’m sorry, (Y/N)," he said. "I should have trusted you."
"It’s okay," you assured him. "I’d be the same way."
Ashton’s eyes searched yours as his hands traveled down to snake around your waist to pull you even closer.
"I’m going to take care of that dick," he said. "He needs to learn when to stay away."
You laughed, tracing your fingers along his jaw, delighted when you saw goosebumps rise under your touch.
"But first," Ashton said, with a mischievous smile. He attached his lips to your neck. "We need to take care of this little problem I have downtown.”
"I’m going to go get the cookie mix, okay?" Calum informed you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Yeah," you said and started unloading your cart on the conveyor belt. He jogged away as you pushed your cart forward, starting to search your purse for your credit card.
"(Y/N)," a familiar voice said, and you looked up to see your ex staring at you. He was manning the cash register you were currently using and you were surprised you didn’t recognize him before.
"Oh … hey," you said awkwardly.
"I’m so glad to see you," he breathed. "I’ve been wanting to apologize for that cheating incident ever since you left me. I know it’s been months now but I just want you to know that I forgive you for leaving and I’ll give you another chance. I got a new place and everything."
A bubbling anger arose from inside you as you just stood there, speechless.
He forgave you?
You spent a few moments trying to figure out how to respond to that.
"Mate," another voice interrupted you and you looked over to see Calum glaring at your ex. He would look more intimidating if he didn’t have a box of cookie mix in his hands. "Unless you want to get punched in the face, I suggest you scan our groceries and leave her alone."
The boy looked taken aback as he looked Calum up and down.
"Did I fucking stutter? Just do your job and shut the hell up."
Calum was fuming as your ex hastily scanned your items and placed them in bags, not saying anything else.
When you and Calum got to the car, he pinned you against the vehicle and kissed your lips roughly.
"Mine," he said. "Mine.”
Every insult was like a blow to the face as your ex-boyfriend stood in front of you, screaming at you. His sick friends egged him on and you just stood there, trying to refrain from crying.
You were in the parking lot outside a store, and Luke was inside. Your ex had dragged you out of the store while you were looking for whipped cream and brought you outside with his friends. For now, it was only verbal abuse, but you had dated him long enough to know what would follow.
You didn’t expect to feel Luke’s chest suddenly pressed against your back, and by the looks of it, neither did your ex.
"Who are you?" your ex asked, crossing his arms.
"Her boyfriend," Luke said crisply, reaching down to grab your hand. "And I’d really appreciate it if you’d shut the fuck up."
"You’re going to make me?" he questioned arrogantly, crossing his burly arms across his chest.
In one swift movement, Luke’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw, sending him sprawling backwards against his other friends. You were so surprised that you let out a low whimper and stepped back.
"Don’t ever talk to her like that again,” Luke said, before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of that wretched place, towards your car.
You both got in the vehicle silently and Luke just sat there, staring straight ahead as he pulled out of the parking lot.
"I didn’t think you could take him," you admitted finally. Your mind was still reeling over the fact that Luke had actually punched somebody.
"I wouldn’t have been able to. The element of surprise was my only advantage; that’s why we left before he could actually fight back."
"My hero," you said sarcastically, laughing despite the serious situation.
The words your ex had shouted at you were still bouncing around the inside of your brain but the image of Luke slugging him was even more prominent. It made you feel safe knowing that if it came down to it, Luke would protect you.
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