Reliving the Nightmare

♡LOLA'S POV♡

My head was swaying from side to side, and the rhythmic motion gently brought me out of sleep. I blinked and yawned, trying to figure out what I was looking at. The ground was passing steadily underneath me and my arms were clutching something solid. I turned my head slightly and saw Brian's face right beside mine. He was carrying me so that we were chest to chest, and it seemed that he had draped some kind of material over my back to cover the gauze as he walked.

He was looking straight ahead, probably trying to suss out directions, so he didn't see me swoop in and bite his earlobe teasingly.

He started, nearly dropping me, then turned his head to mine, locking those milky brown eyes on my face.

"Oh so someone's feeling better, are they?" he joked, but I could hear the undertone of relief in his voice that I was awake.

"You know that I can walk by myself, Brian," I told him whilst drawing patterns with my finger on his back.

"Yeah, I know that. But have you seen how little you're wearing?" he quipped.

I peered down at myself and gave a horrified squeal. I looked like a prostitute! My boobs were basically out and the thin layer of gauze around my top half didn't leave much to the imagination. I pressed myself closer to Brian's chest and clutched the material round my back tighter in an attempt to hide myself. There weren't that many people around in the street we were walking through but I was so mortified.

Brian started laughing at my embarrassment so I reached down and smacked his butt as hard as I could. He yelped in indignation and walked faster.

"So where are you taking me?" I asked, snuggling into his warmth and getting cosy.

"I booked us a hotel room just outside the city. The taxi dropped us off about five minutes ago and we're nearly there."

My mouth formed an 'O' shape and I asked, "Wait, what city? How long was I sleeping?"

Brian stopped and looked at me sympathetically. Nerves gripped my stomach and I dreaded his answer.

"You slept the whole taxi ride Lola. We're in the outskirts of Glasgow."

My whole world fell away from me. My body numbed and I felt like I had been disconnected from reality for a moment. He had taken me away from my family? What was I going to do?

"Lola? Lola, are you okay?" Brian's concerned tone brought me back and I realised I had been thinking out loud.

"I have to get back," I whispered to myself.

Then louder, "I have to get back!"

I started struggling in Brian's arms, suddenly desperate to escape their tight confines. When they didn't immediently release me, I began kicking him in the leg, wildly bucking to get away from him.

"Hey, hey, Lola. Calm down," he tried to soothe me. I wasn't having any of it.

I gave one last monster kick and felt my foot connect with his body. He dropped me as if I was on fire then howled with pain. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his groin. I hit the floor hard and felt my back burst into heated pain. I bit back a scream and began crawling away. Needles of agony stabbed all down my back when I moved and I moaned as I slowly dragged myself further from Brian.

I knew people were looking at us worriedly but I didn't care. I was stuck in an unfamiliar city, with an unfamiliar man and no way of getting back. My back and ribs were killing me and I was scared stiff. I needed out. I needed home.

"Lola I'm sorry," Brian apologised from above then he scooped me up whilst shielding his groin from my attacks.

"Please just let me get us to the hotel, then we can get things sorted there, ok?" he sounded at such a loss and so desperate.

I finally gave up struggling and instead started sobbing into his neck. My breaths came thick and fast, and my tears leached into his shirt but he didn't waver: he just continued walking to the hotel. His hand ran comfortingly through my hair, massaging my scalp and releasing my tension.

It took us a couple of minutes to reach the hotel, then ten more to check in. I didn't look up at anyone or acknowledge them, I just let Brian do all the speaking. People peered at me and Brian suspiciously as we walked through the hotel and I realised what a strange sight we made: a thirty year old man hauling an injured and crying seventeen year old girl about. It did appear a bit dodgy.

Nobody stopped or questioned us though, probably because of the scarily protective vibe Brian was giving out. His shoulders were tense beneath my touch and he was grinding his teeth like mad. We made our way silently up the stairs of the hotel and through the corridors to reach out room.

He used the key card then kicked the door open and strode in. He lay me down on the huge double bed then began pacing the length of the room.

"You want to tell me what that meltdown was all about then?" he spoke through gritted teeth.

I stated at him as if he was thick. "What do you think? I've just been practically abducted by a random guy to a huge city! I'm terrified."

He whirled on me and I could see the veins popping on his straining arms. "I did you a favour! Your Dad could have fucking killed you, I removed you from the situation. "

"He wouldn't have killed me," I scoffed. "He's done that to me countless times and I've only had to go to the hospital a couple of times. I can usually patch myself up."

His jaw dropped and his eyes went wide with shock.

"Lola, please listen to what you're saying. You've just said that your Dad has put you in hospital a few times in the type of voice I would use to ask someone if they want pizza! It's not normal for someone's Dad to beat them," Brian pleaded for me to see sense.

"But it's normal for me," I admitted in a small voice then burst into tears.

He joined me on the bed and settled me into the crook of his arm. I burrowed into him and breathed in my favourite smell: his earthy richness.

"I can't let you back there Lola," his voice cracked. "I can't let that bastard continue to hurt you."

Tears fell freely down my cheeks at the realisation that he was right. I was more sad about leaving my hometown and my friends rather than my family.

"I understand. But what about school? Where am I going to stay? I can't just leave home, Brian. As much as I hate to say it, I do need my family." I peered up at his thoughtful face as he pondered.

He met my gaze and smiled softly at me. "I know it sounds crazy, but you could stay with me?"

My eyes widened in disbelief and I gave a small squeak. Surely he wasn't serious? But his eyes told a different story; they shone with a joyful glow that indicated he was excited about the idea.

"Stay where with you though? In Glasgow?' my voice shook and my hand had found its way into his, twining our fingers together.

He shrugged happily and I was taken aback at the sheer joy written on his face. "Anywhere. Wherever I go, you go."

I took a deep lungful of air and steadied myself. "Brian, do you realise what a huge commitment that is you've just suggested?"

He nodded frantically and propped himself up on his elbow, peering down at me. "Yeah, I do. I know it entails you being by my side all the time, so I can look after you. It means that I get to see you every day, it means I watch you grow with me. We progress together, we work on our relationship and see where it goes."

I'm pretty sure I had stopped breathing. What he was saying was comforting and made me feel safe and cared for, but was he sure that he knew how big this was?

"Why though Brian? Why me?" I whispered.

He stroked my cheek with his finger and gazed deeply into my eyes.

"It was me that's responsible for you being homeless and injured. I owe it to you to make sure you're being cared for now." I looked down, disappointed with his answer.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted it up so that our eyes were reconnected.

"You're also one of the most beautiful girls I've had the pleasure of meeting. Your kindness and innocence entrances me and I'm intrigued. I want to see you every day so I can learn all your little quirks and habits. I want to know every detail about you," he spoke poetically, then fell back against the pillow as if he was shocked that he had revealed so much.

My eyes started to glisten with unshed tears and I pulled him into a massive bear hug.

"That was perfect, Brian. Of course I want to be with you!" I squeaked excitedly in his ear.

He gazed up at me with wonder and I realised how close we were. I was draped across the length of his body and his hand was lying lazily across my butt. Our lips were mere centimetres apart and I desperately wanted to close the distance between us.

He grunted and sat up, moving me aside. I pouted moodily, were we ever going to kiss?

"I just remembered that I picked up some stuff for you," he rasped, obviously just as affected as I was by our connection.

He pointed to a collection of bags he had dumped by the door and when I saw a 'New Look' bag I clapped my hands in delight.

"Oh thank god! Can I go and get showered and changed now?" I gushed out, so happy that I would finally be clean.

"Be my guest, " he pointed to the bathroom. I grabbed all the bags and ran in.

I started stripping quickly, whipping off the gauze frantically whilst switching on the shower. I peered in the mirror at my back and sighed. It wasn't the worse he had ever inflicted on me, but it was going to scar.

I turned away from my grotesque appearance and hopped into the shower. I had kept the temperature quite cool so it didn't burn my sensitive skin on my back. It still hurt unbelievably when the water hit it and I groaned. It felt good to wash all the grime and dirt away from it though and eventually the pain faded away to a numbing sensation.

I spent a good fifteen minutes in the shower, loving the idea that I was washing away my past life. I imagined washing the hurt my family had caused me down the drain and I felt better than I had in years. I felt free.

Reluctantly, I got out of the shower and patted myself dry with a fluffy towel, relishing the soft luxury of it. When I was dry, I plunged into the bags of clothes and gasped at how much stuff Brian had got me. It was all beautiful; brightly coloured skirts and soft tops tempted me to put them on. I picked out a stunning blue lace dress that looked like it was designed for me.

I rifled through the bag again and plucked out a pair of pants and a bra. Nice, Brian.

I pulled on the pants, thank god they fit me, but swallowed when I realised Brian would need to put more gauze on my back. I lifted my head and squashed down my pride. I called for Brian and he came running, popping his head round the door.

"Brian, can you wrap me up with gauze please, " I whispered awkwardly, ignoring the way he was trying to avert his gaze from my towelled body.

He went out but returned again with gauze in his hand. We both were quiet until he mumbled for me to drop the towel.

I took a deep breath in then let the towel fall to my feet. We both let out our breaths and I felt relieved that I was facing away from him so he couldn't see anything. He started wrapping my top half and I shivered every time his knuckle grazed my sensitive skin. I barely remembered him doing it in the taxi because I was so out of it because of the pain. But now I could feel every touch and experience the feeling of passion that roamed in my blood, willing me to let go and kiss him.

He tied off the gauze and stepped back. As I looked up, our eyes met in the mirror in front of me. Oh my god, it was there all that time!

"Shit, Lola, I would never look. I didn't even notice it was there, I swear," he stuttered as he stepped back from me, throwing his hands up in defence.

I laughed nervously to break the tension and waved it away.

"It's okay. No harm done. Now help me get into this dress," I ordered him and he obliged willingly so as to make up for before.

He lifted up the beautiful material and asked shyly, "Do you like it?"

"It's lovely, much nicer than anything I would usually wear."

A huge smile spread across his face and his chest puffed out with pride. "I picked it out. The rest of the stuff was chosen by an assistant but I picked out that dress."

I giggled at his childlike pride and patted him on the shoulder. "It's perfect, Bri."

He looked up in shock at my use of his nickname but I just smiled. It felt right coming off my tongue so I had let it.

I lifted my arms and he slipped the dress over my head. It flowed like water over my skin and I felt pretty in it. I looked in the mirror at myself and smiled at my appearance. I no longer looked like a raggedy sad teenager. I looked beautiful and I felt more beautiful when I saw how Brian was looking at me in our reflection. He looked at me like I was he only girl in the world.

He bowed down on one knee and said in a mocking deep tone, "My Lady, will you do the honour of dancing with me?"

I offered him my hand and he guided me back into the bedroom. He hummed a tune and swayed us back and forth. I wrapped my hand round his waist, but he repositioned both of my hands round his neck so he had full access to my waist. He gathered the skirt in a fist and kissed my neck, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine.

I moaned and begged, "Brian please kiss me."

He groaned and said, "I thought you'd never ask," before letting his mouth crash onto mine.

His mouth was sweet and smooth but he wasn't gentle with me which I loved. He yanked my leg up round his waist and put his hand on the back of my head, pulling us closer together until I thought i would melt into him. His tongue pushed at my mouth and I opened up, letting his mouth meld with my own. I bit his lower lip and he groaned into my mouth, breathing sweet cool air. He left my mouth and trailed hot kisses down my neck. I gasped and my head fell back, allowing full access. He sucked and nipped his way down to to the line of my dress and I squirmed in his grip. He grunted and then threw me onto the bed, following quickly.

Oh boy.

Notes

Aaaaaand, they finally kiss!!! Yay!:)
So some big things happening here, Brian asking Lola to be with him? What do you think?

Thanks for reading guys, the comments you're all leaving make my day!!!:):)

L xx