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“Come back inside,” says Hunter while tugging me back to Lucas, who is waiting on the sidewalk. “We’ll figure it out together.”
“I just can’t stand it!” I shout while Lucas slings an arm around me. “That the mother-“
“I hate it, too,” says Lucas calmly. “But we can’t just go in there swinging our fists around. Four-eyes can say we attacked him and how will that help Rachel?”
My shoulders slump. “It won’t.”
“She can’t go back,” says Hunter while we walk up the steps.
“Well, obviously she’s staying here,” I say irritably. “Alone,” I add while glancing between Lucas and Hunter.
Lucas scoffs. “I doubt she wants any male attention after tonight.”
“We’ll get her things tomorrow,” says Hunter and before I can say anything the door swings open and I see Rachel cradling herself on the couch, sleeping soundly.
I stride towards her. Lucas and Hunter sidle up to me and we watch her sleep for a moment. My hand strokes the side of her face where the bruise is and once again I am hit with that need to pummel four-eyes until he isn’t recognizable.
“Yeah,” I say. “We’ll get her things tomorrow.”
***
Josh’s place is such a shit hole. I have no clue how she lived in this place for a week. It’s teeny tiny with two bedrooms that remind me of closets and a living area that is pretty much unlivable. The so called couch she was sleeping on is really a crappy version of a futon with a blue blanket thrown over it in order to make it look more welcoming than it actually is.
Thankfully, the bastard doesn’t put up much of a fight as all three of us bros plus Rachel enter inside the cramped space and begin grabbing her things. Even more wonderful is that she’s been living out of her suitcase anyway so packing goes quickly and I don’t have to stay around this mother fucker any more than necessary.
Four-eyes watches us from his bedroom doorway with arms crossed as he leans against the frame. In particular, he watches Rachel with a dark look. I inhale deeply and count to ten. Don’t punch him, I tell myself. He’s not worth it.
I gaze back at Rachel, sitting on her suitcase while she zips it. Her bruises are darker than last night and she hangs her head, avoiding her attacker. I didn’t want her to go. In factI recommended highly against it. But I guess Rachel wanted to face her harasser as some sort of power move. I really wish she would go to the police about him. What if he does this to someone else? Someone sweet and innocent just like her who can’t see through this guy’s good guy mask.
But Rachel doesn’t think it would help.
I’m hoping I can convince her otherwise. Eventually.
She should at least warn her girlfriends.
“Is this it?” Asks Lucas while carrying out a large bag filled with God knows what.
Rachel takes the bag and shoves it in the top of her other suitcase, which barely zips. How the hell did she get all this stuff here? “I guess so,” she says while looking around. Her gaze lands on four-eyes and I watch her step towards him while I and Lucas grab her suitcases.
“Thank you for the couch,” she says while looking down at her feet.
I can’t believe she’s fucking thanking him. For this place? It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t kicked her out, a voice whispers in the back of my head, making me feel immediately guilty.
It’s my fault she had to go through this.
“I can’t believe you are making a big deal out of nothing,” says four-eyes, scowling down at her as if she were nothing more than a pesky little ant on his floor.
Rachel’s gaze pops up and she scowls back at him with her hands on her hips. “What do you mean nothing? You tried to-“
Hunter laces his fingers with hers and pulls her back to him. “He’s not worth it,” he says while pushing her hair back behind her ear. I grind my teeth at her grimace as Hunter accidentally touches her bruised cheek. “Let’s just go.”
Rachel nods. “Okay,” she says.
Lucas and I shuffle outside with the suitcases while Rachel leads the way. These bags are so heavy and so bulky. I can’t believe she was able to get them on the plane.
“Enjoy your slut, boys,” four-eyes calls while sticking his head out of the door. Rachel stills in the hallway, looking around at the other apartment doors. Her face blushes and I see in her prickling eyes she’s about to break again. “Although, I’m sure her vagina is probably flapping in the wind with all the fucking around she does. Doubtful you’ll be able to get off with it. Maybe try her a-“
Hunter’s fist punches four-eyes right in the jaw and I watch as the wormy bastard grabs his face, crying in pain while he melts to the floor. The footballer towers over four eyes, his finger pointed in the other’s face. “You ever fucking touch her again,” he nearly growls, “I’ll fucking kill you.” With one last look, Hunter turns on his heel.
