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When you were a child no one ever yelled at you or got upset with you. Even through all your trouble years of anger and lashing out everyone knew to be easy on you. Parents weren't the type to yell and scream at you, in fact they always used the therapy method of talking out problems and letting you voice your opinion. There was one time you got yelled at and it was in high school when you waitressed at a local restaurant. You had accidentally spilled a tray of two or three drinks and the guest at the table exploded on you.
The one man yelled at you for being a supposed 'high school dropout', but little did he know you were graduating in three days. This man though, he was just bitter and vile, had every curse word to yell at you. It was the first time you ever broke down in public, actually even work. Ever since that day you did everything you could to please people and stay on good sides.
But one person changed that, yet you just committed the same crime as him.
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Your heart was racing, head spinning, and your hands felt numb. Not even realizing it you started to out your clothes back on in rapid motion. Ian did the same as he slid his boxers and pants back on, slipping his shirt over the ruffled brown mess of hair a top his head. You glanced up at George as you slid your sweatpants up, your eyes met his and your heart pounded even faster.
"You bitch. First off, our two years is right around the corner. Secondly, with Ian?" George spoke through clenched teeth and he made small way towards the both of you. You watched him with fear in your gut, you had seen him mad before and he wasn't the best at controlling his anger. Imagining the worst, someone getting hit, you walked in front of Ian, cutting George off from him.
"Are you kiddin-" You threw your hand up cutting off Ian.
"Listen here, do not ever call me a bitch, respect me. I'm going to be as civil as I can George, but I know about Brit." George shook his head and looked past you at Ian, his eyes were dark holes as you seethed with anger.
"I told you to keep your mouth shut ya fucking idiot."
Ian shrugged, "Hey I care about (y/n) and couldn't stand by and watch as you treated her like shit. And she actually came to me."
George slid his gaze from Ian to you, "How did you find out?"
"Phone messages.."
George grabbed your arm, gripping as tight as he could, knuckles white. "You went though my phone?" His voice tone harsh ended and the volume raised past your comfort level. The only thing your brain focused on was the burning from his grip. You stared down at it and winced. "What in the hell do you think gives you the right to dig through my personal stuff?" His voice was at a one hundred on the volume level and with each word his grip squeezed harder on your arm. It scared you as he yelled, you could feel the pressure of how much you had just fucked up and it made you want to crack.
The last thing you saw was a hand and you felt a sting to your face.
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Your eyes fluttered open slowly, the right eye had a bit of trouble staying open it seemed though. You touched a few fingers to the right side of your face and lightly felt the swollen bumps across. You sat up still holding your face and looked around in a daze, until you saw Ian. He was sitting in a chair across the room. He held his head in his hands and was quietly mumbling to himself.
"Hey.." You spoke softly and watched him as his head shot up. A smile spread across his face and he stood walking to you.
"Hey." His voice was deep and raspy, almost as if he was losing his voice. His eyes were dark and he had a red mark across his face too. It was more of a scratch, you slowly raised your hand and hovered above the mark.
"Did George.." Your eyes met his and he nodded. "Mine too?" Your hand found its way back to your own injury. Ian nodded again and put a hand on your thigh.
The apartment was quiet, but it was a nice change. Looking around you noticed out the window it was dark. You wondered hero long you had been out. You took a deep breath and let yourself slide back down, lying your head on one of the couch pillows. Ian leaned back as he kept his hand on your thigh and gently ran his thumb back and forth. Your thoughts wondered from Ian to George and what state he was in. All you could remember was him yelling and the anger that leaked form his face. After your brain wandered through everything that happened you came to a conclusion you had to head back home. You really had no apartment here, you had been living with George.
Oh my gosh.. You thought about how you needed to get your stuff before you could head home. The thought of having to deal with its him again caused your heart to race again and you let out a sigh. You felt Ian's arms wrap around you as he lied down beside you. You felt safe and comfortable with him. And honestly didn't regret what you two did.
"Ian.."
"Hmm?" He cooed as his hand rubbed your upper arm. His head was resting on your shoulder and you could smell the faint cologne of his. It made you feel lighter inside.
"I think I may move back to Cali." You were hoping he would agree it was a good idea and suggest you could stay with him till you got on your feet there. "I mean you are going back home soon so I figured I could travel with you when you did."
You could feel Ian nod his head and you smiled, "I'd be okay with that. I think that'd be the best thing for you." You snuggled in closer to his body and grabbed his arm as he held you. Your breathing started to slow and you felt relaxed as your eyes started to flutter. Your whole body relaxed and you were out to rest finally. Your mental and physical health needed the rest.
////AN//// so this may suck so sorry dudes but next chapter holds lots of potential. Hope you guys will stick by be trust it will be spicy, k peace.