Warning: Mentions of rape.
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Chris hated Zach. He hated the way he treated you. If he was this cruel in public just imagine how he treated you in private. Chris knew your confidence was low enough that you'd accept love in any form- even if it meant abusing you emotionally, mentally & what he feared the most - physically.
Chris was having a small get together at his house. He knew inviting you meant Zach would come too.
"Sorry we're late - she looked like a fucking slob so I made her change." Zach said scanning the room for approval.
"I never set a time so you're not late & I'm sure she looked fine in what she had on before." Chris shot back glaring at him.
"Well I think I'm gonna go make a drink" you said beelining to the liquor counter.
"Make me one & don't make it a pussy drink" Zach said flopping on the couch.
"Bitches, am I right?" he said laughing desperately trying to show off his pseudo Alpha. None of the true Alphas found it funny.
As the night went on you found yourself more separated from Zach and not by choice. Whenever Zach would drink he'd start flirting with other women referring to you as "nothing serious." Chris was thrilled when he found you alone in the kitchen.
"You know screwdrivers usually aren't made with 100% vodka and no orange juice." he said laughing.
"Just trying to have a good time." you said with a hint of sadness.
"Or numb yourself?" he said with a concerned look on his face.
Zach entered the kitchen before you had a chance to respond.
"Let's go." "This party has run it's course." he said looking annoyed.
"She's not going anywhere with you. You're drunk." Chris said instinctively standing in front of you.
"So, you care about her wellbeing but not mine?" Zach said looking confused.
"Yep." Chris said interrupting him.
Zach got into a playful fight pose, "I'll fight you for her." he said punching the air.
Chris only stood there stoically. You knew not immediately running to Zach's defense would cost her but she appreciated the protection - even if it was temporary.
Zach dropped his stance looking defeated. "Whatever - she's not worth fighting over." he said turning to leave.
By the time Chris turned around you were gone too.
He went to look for you but kept getting stopped by drunken friends slurring their words about how much fun the party was.
By the time he got outside Zach's truck was gone.
Everyone had left around midnight. Chris was up watching the news when he heard a soft knock at the door.
He thought it was one of his drunk friends who had attempted to drive home but quickly realized they needed to sleep over & sober up.
When he opened the door he found you with torn clothes & head lowered.
You slowly lifted your head to show a badly battered face including a swollen eye & bloody lip.
Chris's face was a mixture of shock, rage & sorrow. All he could manage was to gently pull you inside & sit you on the couch.
You remained despondent. You knew the pain, both physically & emotionally, would return later.
The soft touch of Chris's hand picking your chin up made you slightly more aware of your surroundings.
"How did you get back here?" he asked.
"I left with Zach. We made it down the road before he pulled over. He......." you started to get choked up.
"All that matters is you're here now." he said looking outside to make sure you weren't followed there.
"Let me see your lip" he said softly putting the warm wash cloth up to your mouth.
"Zach - " you attempted to say before being cut off.
"Don't.....let's get you cleaned up" Chris said. He knew if you finished your sentence he'd leave you there to go find Zach.
"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" he asked scanning her body.
"He kicked me in my ribs." you said struggling to lift the side of your shirt up.
"Let me help" he said gently lifting your shirt up
"If your ribs are broken-" he started
The sight of her bruised & swollen ribs rendered him speechless.
"Does....." he swallowed his rage "Does it hurt when you inhale?"
He got his answer when you drew a ragged breath.
"Can I feel your ribs?" he asked knowing the last thing you wanted right was to be touched by another man.
You nodded giving him permission.
He gently applied pressure to your bruised ribs.
You winced & pulled away from his touch.
"I know it hurts" he said. He was able to feel where your ribs weren't intact.
"They're definitely broken." he said pulling your shirt back down.