Reliving the Nightmare

♡BRIAN'S POV♡

I wrapped one hand tightly around Lola's father's throat, my fingers shaking with the effort of trying not to crush the life out of him. I fisted my other hand in his pristine shirt and slammed him into the wall inside the house.

"What the fuck did you do to her?" I screamed, inches away from his face.

My whole vision had gone red with fury and it sharpened his smug features and self satisfied appearance. He somehow managed to cross his arms, staying completely silent. Tremors rippled down my body and I had to close my eyes to refrain from ending this dick's life.

I opened my eyes and stared into his own unfeeling pair.

"I'll ask again. What did you fucking do to Lola?"

I tried to be calm but when I said Lola's name, my voice rose to a roar.

He let out a throaty laugh, wheezing breaths from underneath my vice like grip.

"So my whore daughter has went and seduced an older man," he mused to himself. "I knew the devil lived within her. I should have put a stop to her antics years ago!" he snapped, turning in disgust to look at Lola who was shivering in a heap on the floor.

My fist connected with his face, hard. His neck cracked back but he was kept upright by my hand at his throat. He sputtered out curses at me between moans of pain and I allowed myself a small amount of satisfaction.

"You will respect Lola!" I bellowed at him. I didn't miss the irony that I sounded exactly like Arin when he was defending El. I made a mental note to never disrespect her again; I didn't want to resemble the cowering bastard in front of me.

"In fact, you'll do more than respect her," I told him, dragging him by his collar through to where Lola was lying in the kitchen. I kicked his legs out from underneath him and smacked him onto the hard tiles of the floor. He lay next to Lola but I was uncomfortable at how near he was to her.

I reached down gently and pulled Lola into my arms. She sobbed at the contact and burrowed her face into my shirt. I guided her arms round my neck, then lifted her legs up around my waist, encouraging her to grip onto me. This way I wasn't touching her back, which I had yet to see the state of, but judging by the ragged bloody mess of her T-shirt, it was bad.

"You will apologise to her." I bluntly told the cowering mess of a man on the floor.

"Like hell I will," he spat, covering his fear with fake bravado.

I let out a cold laugh and stomped hard on his wrist, grinding it down onto a piece of smashed glass. His scream was animalistic and his body convulsed like he was being electrocuted. I looked down at the suffering I was causing and felt nothing. This creature deserved worse than what I was doing to him.

"APOLOGISE!" I screamed at him, kicking him repeatedly in the ribs.

"Ok, ok! Please stop," he moaned.

I brought Lola down a bit and turned her so he could look in her eyes when he said sorry. She sobbed and hid her face in my neck.

"Lola, honey. You have nothing to fear or be ashamed of. Look at him; he deserves to know what he's done to you." I soothed her, stroking her hair.

She heaved a breath but I felt her lift her head slowly and look at her Dad.

There was a moment of tense silence.

"Say it," I growled.

He sighed and said with resignation in his voice," I'm sorry."

I grunted. That was the best he could do? But at that moment, Lola's head lolled to the side and her body went limp in my arms. I had to grasp her butt to keep her from sliding down but I managed to reposition her.

I straightened up with Lola and said to her Dad, "You are worthless. Your daughter is one hundred times better than you'll ever be and she didn't deserve this. I hope you die, you ugly piece of shit."

I gave him one last kick to the ribs then walked out of the kitchen. Lola's Mum was standing silent on the stairs, her head bowed in either shame or grief, I couldn't tell.

"Lola won't be coming back here again. You will not contact her, if she wants to speak to you then she will get in touch with you," my voice was dead of emotion. How could this lady have watched her own child getting beaten and not done anything? As far as I was concerned, Lola would have nothing more to do with these people.

I walked out of the house and towards the waiting taxi that I had called to take me back to Glasgow before I had realised I had Lola's phone. I opened the door of the taxi and gently laid Lola across the back seat on her stomach. The taxi driver looked at me in alarm and I glared at her.

"Wait here another minute. Don't do anything to her, don't speak, don't move. Just wait. I'll pay you accordingly for your services after," I instructed the driver and something in my voice must have convinced her because she just swallowed and nodded.

I headed back into the house, striding past Lola's Mum again and into the kitchen. I ignored her Dad still writhing on the floor and began rifling through drawers. Four drawers later and I struck gold when I found a medicine box. I picked up the whole thing and left.

I said one last thing to Lola's Mum before I left for good.

"Don't bother calling the police on me after I've left. What your husband did to Lola is far worse so he would most likely get in more trouble than I would. Also remember that I have a lot of 'friends' that would be willing to sort the situation out for good. So unless you want your husband to die, keep your mouth shut."

She collapsed to the ground, crying and I took this as her promise to not speak. I finally walked out of that house for the last time.

I got into the taxi and told the driver to take us all the way to Glasgow. She began to protest, but one raise of my eyebrow and the promise of being paid double the amount she would usually get, she set off.

Once we were on the motorway, I opened the medicine box and pulled out bandages, tape and boxes of pills, one of which I hoped was a painkiller. I roused Lola from where she was slumped and lifted her gently onto my lap, despite the driver's warning stare.

I took off her shirt and looked in abject horror at the mess of her back. Glaring red slashes marred her creamy skin, criss crossing all across the area of her back. My hand fisted briefly on the seat in rage until I breathed in and out deeply through my mouth. Lola flinched as my cool breath hit her back accidentally but before I could apologise, she moaned in relief.

"Mmmm, that felt good. Please do it again, Brian," she mumbled, clutching my leg to keep herself steady.

I breathed in, then blew all over her back, feeling my shoulders begin to loosen as her pain was relieved.

I unhooked her bra and desperately tried to keep my mind on the task at hand and her marred skin, rather than the fact that she was half naked and sitting on top of me.

I guided her clammy hands to the front of her bra and told her to hold it up so she wasn't too exposed.

"Now, Lola, I'm going to start cleaning your back. This is going to hurt so I'm going to put your T-shirt in your mouth so you don't bite on your tongue, Ok baby?' I spoke to her softly, so as to soothe her.

She obediently did as I instructed then tensed as I prepared the stuff. I soaked a cloth in some disinfectant cleaning solution I had found, then bit my lip in reluctance. I pressed the cloth to one of the biggest gashes.

Lola tensed off of my lap and twisted in agony. I could hear her screaming into her gag and she was convulsing violently.

"Shit Lola. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." I apologised with every dab of the cloth. It killed me every time I touched her and she spasmed and screamed in pain but I kept on going.

Around halfway through she stopped screaming and just leaned her forehead on the chair in front, whimpering. My hand was shaking as I wiped away the last of the blood and when I finally stopped, I wrapped my arms round her hips and kissed the side of her stomach.

She shivered and I whispered "I'm sorry."

"Just finish it Brian. Please." She breathed after she had spat out her shirt.

I grabbed a roll of gauze and then realised my predicament.

"Eh, Lola. You're going to have to take off your bra completely for me to be able to wrap the gauze round you," I coughed awkwardly.

She didn't reply, but instead dropped her arms and let her bra fall to the floor of the taxi. I swallowed heavily and noticed the taxi driver had pulled across a black section of the taxi that separated us from her. At least we had a bit of privacy now. I hesitantly reached round her and began wrapping. Every time I put my hands round her front, I held my breath and prayed I didn't touch anything. We were both still as rocks when I had finished and the silence was suffocating. She was wrapped up like a mummy on her top half and I held it in place with tape.

I pulled her off my lap to down on the seat beside me, snuggling her into the crook of my arm. I popped out a few painkillers and put them in her mouth. She swallowed roboticaly then leaned her head on my chest and sighed.

I let out a shaky breath, finally able to relax now that she wasn't in pain. I turned my head and kissed the top of her head gently. She stirred and lifted her head even though her eyes were closed.

"Kiss me," she whispered, pushing her face into my own.

"Woah," I laughed as I turned my head just in time so her lips met my cheek instead. She smiled then went limp against me as she nodded off to sleep.

I chuckled at her brazeness; she was probably so high on pain that she didn't know where she was or who she was with. That still didn't make me want to kiss her less though I thought as I looked down at her perfect face as she slept.

Man, this was going to be a long ride.

Notes

Can we all agree that Brian is a sexy beast in this chapter?!?! ;)
Also a bit of a badass;):)
So I have the next couple of chapters planned out, it's just a matter of writing them!!
Please keep commenting because I love knowing what you guys think:):):)
Thanks for reading!!:)
L xxx