Hi, I know I know it's been a long time coming but I finally had the chance to sit down and write the next chapter.....I know I left the story at a bit of a cliff hanger moment, apologises. Nothing highly erotic happens in this chapter but I left it in the same category so people don't have to go searching for it. As always feedback welcome and will be taken into consideration. : ) Enjoy!
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JD had me up against the wall, tearing at my clothes, when I hear footsteps. I opened my mouth to scream, but JD puts his hand over my mouth to stop me. I struggled against him, trying to break his hold, he was too strong and his body was pressed up hard against mine.
"Is everything alright here?", asked the voice. It was Danny. Oh thank god.
"Everything is fine, we just got a little excited and couldn't wait to get home, know what I mean?" JD replied coolly, he didn't like the fact his plan had been interrupted. I could feel JD's grip loosing so I bit into his hand and cried, "Danny, it's me!"
I watched Danny's face change from concerned curiosity to full blown rage in moments. He took a step forward to JD and JD took a step backwards pulling me with him.
"Let her go now or I promise you, this will not end well for you."
JD finally let go of me and I ran into Danny's arms. His arms circled around me, holding me close. Later I found out it was for two reasons: 1) hold me and comfort me, make sure I was okay and 2) to keep himself together from killing JD at that moment.
"You ever come near Kerry again and I'll see to it that it'll be not only the last thing you'll regret but also it'll be the last thing you ever do," Danny said with ice in his voice. His words sending goose bumps across my skin because I knew he meant it.
"Come on Danny, let's just go please, leave it as it is. No one has to get hurt if we leave now," I said to him trying to calm him down.
I pulled his face to mine so I could look into his eyes, which still hadn't lost the blaze of his anger even if his body had done.
"Danny please, just take me home."
Danny seemed to calm down enough to think clearly and he replied softly, "Okay, I'll make sure to get you home safely," as he glared in JD's direction.
We walked back to campus slowly and although the night was warm, I was shivering. Danny removed his black coat and wrapped it around my shoulders and rubbed his hand against the jacket to create friction to warm me up. We didn't talk at all on the way back, I was scared of what would be said when we were in my room. But then I noticed that we had walked past my dorm onto the lecturer's accommodation.
"Danny, we passed my dorm," I said quietly.
"I know," was all the reply I got as we walked into his building.
Through the foyer, into the elevator and up to Danny's floor. He walked to his door, unlocked it and led me into the sitting room and closed the door behind him.
He sat me down on the couch and then sat beside staring at the ground. We sat like that for a while, him in deep thought, me quietly staring at my hands.
When he spoke his voice sounded cracked, like he was going to cry.
"Kerry, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. If I had left with you that wouldn't have happened. God, when I think about what could have happened to you..." his voice trailed off as he was obviously picturing what would have happened if he didn't arrive when he did.
"Danny, this isn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself. If it wasn't for you, it could have been a lot worse than a few ripped pieces of cloth. Unfortunately he ruined my favourite top," I smiled trying to make light of the situation and to make Danny feel better, because if it wasn't for him I'd still be in the alley with JD.
I knelt before him, my eyes trying to lock onto his, "Danny please listen to me. This is not your fault. It wasn't you that pinned me up against a wall; it wasn't you tearing at my clothes like an animal. It wasn't you forcing themselves onto me. But it was you I was thinking of the entire time. It was you that I thought about when he started tearing at me, and it was you who saved me. You saved me from being raped Danny. So none of this is your fault. Please stop blaming yourself."
I leaned in slowly and kissed him gently. He kissed me back gingerly, almost like I was too fragile to touch. He pulled me into his embrace and I felt safe. I could feel the realisation of what could have happened hit me and I started to cry. Danny just held me, rocking me slowly; the way a mother does to console her crying child. He lifted me in his arms, carried me to his room and lay me down on the bed.
"Kerry," he said as he helped me out of my torn clothes, "did you really mean what you said tonight? I mean in the bathroom of the bar, did you mean it?"
I knew this was coming, granted I hoped he would give it a day or two after what had happened.
