Protecting Her Chapter 2

Sorry it took so long to update guys. I've been super busy will Band lately.

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Warning: Some abuse, and violence.

I hope you enjoy Chapter 2!

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"We are leaving right now!" The 24 year old man demanded, his voice echoing throughout the small apartment. After getting home and eating dinner, Kenny had told her they were going somewhere and she better be ready in 10 minutes in less, and that was a short time ago. Keys to his truck in tow he walked outside the front door. The woman hurried to follow him into the truck and whenever they were going. Her thin yet warm jacket kept the cold out as she climbed into his blue colored truck. She smoothed out her perfect-fitting jeans. An awkward silence fill the vehicle, the beauty clasped her hands in her lap and chose to gaze at her shin-high boots.

After a nerve-racking 20 minutes they arrived. Her husband gliding his truck into the parking area of a large warehouse, various other vehicles illumined from the streetlights around him as he parked somewhere is the middle. He seemed slightly angered already, the blunette knew it was best to stay silent and not complain, as not to push his thin patience further. The male turned off his large truck and opened the door to land gracefully onto the cracked pavement. More cars pulled into the warehouse lot and the two began to weave through the stationed vehicles to what seemed to be the entrance. Near the entrance was a calm, heavily muscled guy who guarded the opened door. The guy gave the young woman a gentle nod as she passed him to follow her husband.

A large crowd, loud with cheers and the screaming of challenges surrounded a beaten, trashed boxing ring. The floor was scattered with beer cans, bottles, wrappers, and other dirty letter. Lining the wall was a wooden topped bar. Unused barstools snug under the ledge, shelves occupied the wall behind the bar, overfilling the small space that was lined with alcohols, smaller bottles of beers, and coolers of ice. A bartender remained in the small space between the bar and the wall, currently mixing two glasses with expertise.

"Our next fight! Shinji vs. Ketchum!" The crowd shouted out their bets. Kenny had walked ahead of her into the cloud of people. There was no doubt her husband had visiting this place before, and the 21 year-old looked down, ashamed of herself. A few men struggled to walk in a straight manner past her, giving her a few smug, perverted looks from their drunken state. She edged away from them, scared. The woman turned her attention back to the boxing ring.

The two fighters stood in their opposite corners, giving each other a deadly glare. Ketchum was short yet powerful looking male, older then her. His dark raven hair was messy and unkempt. His hands and wrists wrapped in a special tape. Shinji was very tall, taller than Kenny, his shaggy purple-hair hung low. His dark was a darker shade and landscaped over his strong looking body.

"Begin!" The announcer spoke. The crowd began yelling at the fighters, who had gone near the middle to await the first strike. Her short height lacked her ability to view the progress of the fight. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh could be heard, along with the grunts from the recipient of the attacks as he took the pain.

A loud thump reached her small ears as a body was thrown to the ground, the crown parted, so that the blunette was now able to see. The announcer began his count, the body on the floor opened as eyes. His onyx eyes found her cobalt ones. His eyes, so distant and misunderstood, she found herself lost within them. She gave him a hopeful smile. Smiling was something she never did these days. The tall male jumper to his feet with newly found determination and he was once again lost from her vision.

"Our winner is Shinji! An amazing comeback against Ketchum!" Cheers and grumbles were heard from the drunken crowd. The fighters left the ring, the blunette only catching only a short glimpse of the onyx eyed man as he dunked under the rope and away from the ring. Her husband staggered over toward her. The alcohol affecting his coordination as he slung an arm over her shoulders.

"You are worthless you know?" His random yet hurtful words shocked her slightly. He proceeded to grab her roughly by the chin, so she was forced to look at him directly.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you" He grumbled a threat angrily.

"Kenny! My man!" A shout slurred by alcohol was heard, Kenny gave her a daring look before turning to look in the direction of the voice. A man around the age of 25 came towards them. His black hair and bright blue eyes contrasted his pale skin.

"Eric" Kenny greeted the man in a friendly manner as he took a swig from the bottle in his hand. "Go get me another would you?" The married man place a few bills in her hand, taking him carefully she walked towards the bar. The rather handsome bartender looked her way when she approached, turning away before looking at her again. His emerald eyes studied her as she approached the wooden barricade. The action did not alarm her; she had been told she was quite beautiful by many people and strangers.

"One beer please." She repeated Kenny's request to the bartender.

"I.D.?" He asked,she did look mighty young to him. She reached into her pocket to retrieve the requested item of plastic to prove she was not 17, like she looked that she was.

"I don't have it on me…" Her voice was shy as she turned back around to the direction she had come from, still grasping the bills in her hand. When she found him, he was still talking to Eric. His brown-eyes found hers, and then looked to her hands, where he expected a bottle to be. Finding none, he stepped towards her. Ignoring the conversation he had began with his friend.

"Where's my beer?"

"I didn't have my I.D" She replied, recovering from the flinch she had gotten from his voice, nervous of his tone. A small whimper escaped her throat as he grabbed her wrist, yanking it with enough force that a small pop was heard. Eric turned his back at Kenny's warning glare; the crowd didn't notice her state, engrossed with the illegal fights taking place in the boxing ring. Then he punched her, his knuckles collided with her stomach knocking the wind from her lungs, his other hand remained tightly gripped to her wrist so she would not move. Black spots blurred her vision as she stumbled to her knees to his mercy.

"You little bitch" He spat at the woman bringing his hand down on her face. Pain caught her prominent cheekbone as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Look at me" Kenny demanded her; she struggled and locked up with red eyes to watch as he brought his hand back to hit her again. The small woman mustered enough strength to spring back. His fist missed her by inches. He was beyond mad. He was in a rage, aiding by drunkenness and the will of dominance to prove he was surperior to her. Stumbling to her feet, she managed to place a short distance between them, the he spotted her, and his strong body came at her. The brunette man was near her before he was stopped, another human being taking the abuser in a full force tackle, slamming him mercilessly into the metal wall of the warehouse. Kenny slid to the cement flooring, dazed for a moment and gripped his head where it had collided with the wall.

He stood there, panting from the surge of strength he had used. His eyes found hers instantly, onyx against the clouded sapphire. The woman remained at a loss. The boxer, the one whose eyes she had met not so long ago. Their eye contact had broken as Kenny had gotten to his feet, giving the man who attacked him a swift punch to the chest. The fighter did not down, a growl of challenge escaped though his teeth and the brutal fight began.

"STOP!" The shout was loud, loud enough to grab the attention of every man in the warehouse. Two men struggled to hold the purple-haired male away, one of them was the bouncer who had nodded to her by the door when she had came in earlier.

"Paul" The green-haired bartender was the only one brave enough to speak to the raging fighter. "Control yourself" Paul shook off the two men who were holding him. The fighters shook out his arms, moving his glare to the bartender.

"I can take care of myself Drew" Paul began to walk towards the exit doors, where the blunette and her husband had entered earlier. He taller man passed Kenny, who was restrained by a man spitting at the ground near his feet. He stopped by the girl who was crying soundlessly on the ground. Placing an arm underneath her knees and one supporting her back, he carried her as though she was a bride. Here she was, in the arms of a man she barely knew. She did nothing to stop him as he carried her out into the parking lot, leaving Kenny behind. The woman didn't really mind, she just wanted away from her abusive husbnad.v She didn't say anything aloud from her thoughts, focusing on sniffing away the sobs the threateded to break free. The male seemed to carry her effortlessly with long almost graceful strides, although she was quite petite. He stopped walking near a black motorcycle and set her gently on her feet. The fighter kept an arm around her waist until he was sure she could support her weight.

Slipping a hand into the pocket of his jeans, he produced a short stocky key. Moving so he sat on the bike, he reached down to put in the device and brought the engine to life. The fighter reached out his hand to her in a manner so that his palm was upright. The blunette stood motionless for a few minutes. Doing this she would be leaving her husband to go with another man. Another man she didn't know. Looking into his eyes, she saw a sense of security and knew she could trust him. She placed her hand shyly in his rough yet gently one. He guided her onto the machine behind him. The woman wrapped her arms around his surprisingly hard stomach as the purple-haired male revved the engine, then started off slowly out of the parking lot.

The 21 year old didn't remember what happened. Dizziness causing her brain to be irregular. She remembered Paul stopping, his whispers in her ears before he picked her up, limp in his arms. Coming in contact with a mattress she fell asleep.

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Sapphire eyes opened themselves sometime, having long ago ceased the falling of her tears, leaving them blood-shot and irritated. She observed around her at her surroundings. She was in a large comfortable bed, covered with blankets that were warm. Her head rested on a pillow, or not really a pillow, but a leg. It took a moment before the pain hit like fire in her wrist. The woman couldn't help but let out a small whimper.

"You're awake"

A deep voice stated the obvious. She looked up at him; her head was indeed resting on his leg. He wore sweatpants and a simple t-shirt, leaning up his back against the headboard looking quite comfortable. Paul slipped his leg gently from underneath her head. Leaving the room only to return a few minutes later with a glass of clear water and a medicine bottle. He handed her the glass, opening the cap of the medicine to shake out a pills into his calloused hand so she could dismiss her pain. After swallowing the pills, she looked up at him.

"Where am I?" The question was quite, as she was slightly frightened to be in a strange environment.

"My apartment" He responded to her question, then started to ask his own. "Who was he? The man who chased after you."

"My husband" The blunette said with a voice filled with shame and regret causing the man to raise his eyebrow at the situation.

"I'll look at that wrist." He changed the subject, and walked around the bed, where she held out the darkly bruised wrist. Taking the gauze that was on the table he began to wrap the injury on her wrist tightly and comfortable. Securing it with a small piece of surgical tape to hold it in place, he set her wrist back down gently.

"Who are you?" The question she asked he knew was going to pop up soon anyways.

"Paul Shinji" He replied "Your Dawn I know, your I.D was in your jacket." She thought of the irony. Kenny wouldn't have exploded on her like that in public if she had just found her card. And with that she stayed the day there, at the fighter's decent apartment. His apartment was nice, with wood floors, cream colored walls, and a theme of grey colors. The owner gave her a tour, showing her the kitchen and living room that made of the large main room.

It was near evening when her cell phone rang, Dawn had forgotten about it completely during her stay. The beauty went to pick it up, answering it with a "Hello?"

"Oh. My. God! Where in hell's name are you! Kenny just called and screamed at me, asking if I knew where you were!" An extremely irritated yet worried voice demanded her location in her ear.

"It's okay May, I'm safe" The blunette replied, unsure of how to answer.

"Kenny was so pissed off! He thought you came to my place"

"We need to talk in person May" Dawn said quietly, glancing over to the older man who was sitting on the coach. He looked at her curious.

"Where?"

The fighter agreed to take her to her destination and agreed to let her met this unknown and very loud friend, only if she staying within his sight.

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"He hit you?" May yelled in a whisper, nothing like an angry May. May Maple was her best friend, cute with brunette hair and baby blue eyes. Dawn nodded slowly to agree with her statement, she had told the brunette the whole thing.

"And this Paul" May paused to glance at the shaggy haired male, who stood just outside the café, leaning up against the wall by the door where he could see the two. "Just went and beat up Kenny then just picked you up and took your home?"

"Yeah" Dawn confirmed, she herself was confused about this stranger's actions

"Dawn, you should have told me about Kenny a long time ago" The 22 year old shook her head at her young friend, as if in a slight disappoint, "I would have helped you"

"I was scared May" Tears pricked at the victim's eyes, although she quickly brushed them out of sight with her hand.

"Listen" May started, glancing at the clock on the wall, "If you need anything just ask, Kenny won't leave you alone" The brunette got up and handed a duffel bag to the blunette. It was filled to the brink with the clothes Dawn had asked her to bring. "And be careful" The taller woman added, as her friend got up and followed her out the door.

Giving her friend a hug, the brunette then walked to the edge of the sidewalk, weaving between parked cars to hold up her hand in order to call a taxi. Dawn watched her until she was out of sight down the street, safe in the yellow taxi. She then walked beside the tall man; he towered over her, her head reaching only his collarbone. Looking down, she seemed unsure of what to do next. A few people walked by the café, giving the two people no more than a glance as they were on their way. He looked at her then began to step towards his bike.

"Wait"

Her request caused him to stop. Paul turned around on his heel and looked down at her, patiently awaiting what she had to say. The young woman met his eyes; he didn't feel like a stranger, someone she had just met yesterday, but someone that she had known awhile, someone who understood her.

"Thank You" The purple-haired man seemed slightly surprised by her grateful words. He could tell she meant them dearly. "You don't have to do this, helping me and all" Tears again threatened to spill. He thought for a moment before stepping closer to her, leaving only inches between them.

"I only won that fight because of you" His words caused the blunette to look up, her watery eyes confused. Paul scoffed the sidewalk with the toe of his shoe, debating on what words to say. "When I saw you, you looked hurt, broken" He turned his body away from her listening ears, looking instead to the people walking on the sidewalk across the busy street.

"He shouldn't have touched you like that, it's wrong. I wanted to…. To protect you."

When she didn't reply he scowled, seeing the silence as a dissapprovment by her. Paul didn't notice her, until the then woman had her arms around him in a hug. Her hands gripped the back of his thick black jacket tightly, as if she was afaid he would leave her. He gently squeezed her back in response, the scowl faded from his lips, leaving his jaw straight as he allowed her to hug him.

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Too short? I tried to make it longer, but there just seemed to be no good place to end. I think I went a bit fast with this chapter, but I really wanted to get it updated. Anyways, winter break is coming up and I should be able to update during it sometime.

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