Dear Lord, don't kill me! D:

I am SOOOOO sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I've had writers block like you wouldn't even beleive!

But the good news is, that it's gone and I'm almost done with the story! There's about three more chapters left. Well... More like two and an epilogue of sorts.

I so hope you guys have enjoyed and I have one question that I'd like your feed back on.

Charlie and Punk, sexy times, or no sexy times?

You guys tell me. :)

Enjoy!

CH 34

I was almost out of the alley as I kicked a crushed beer can into the wall. I looked up when I noticed that a foot caught the can right before it crashed into the trash and bricks.

I looked up, trembling immediately at the realization of what I was about to see, but the face that met me when I looked up was one that I had grown familiar with, almost fond of until that night.

Mike was staring down at me, his foot resting on the beer can I had just kicked. His blue eyes were icy, cold, and unfeeling and the emotion behind them made my heart stop in my chest.

"Mike, I-"

I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence before he shoved me backwards against the brick wall of the alleyway. My head hit first and I saw stars, my vision blurring and only finally clearing when I felt a hand around my neck.

I coughed, desperate to breathe but looked up to see Mike, his large hand reached up around my throat, constricting my airway as he leaned in to steal a kiss from my lips.

I would have gasped, had I been able to breathe. I felt tears gather in my eyes before running down my cheeks, still trying desperately to pull air into my lungs, but between the hand closing off my windpipe and the mouth pressed devilishly against mine, I couldn't do it.

My eyes were wide open, darting around the alley. Where was he? Punk was supposed to be here. To save me. But the abandoned brick walls showed no signs of the shadow of my savior.

Mike's hand finally released my neck and I coughed hard, sputtering for breath, an immediate sob emanating from my mouth. He looked down at me and grabbed the collar of my shirt before tearing it right down the middle.

No.

I yelped as he pulled me forward, yanking at the hem of my jeans and popping the button open, ripping the zipper down and a strangle sob washed over me.

He couldn't do this.

"Punk!"

He should have been here. He had to stop this… He couldn't let Mike…

The man in question had already begun to undo his belt, dropping his pants and underwear to his ankles before spinning me around shoving my face into the wall. I whimpered, trying to push myself away from the bricks but with no success.

I felt my own pants being shoved down and I could do nothing but cry into the dirty wall that my face was pressed against. "Punk… Please… Where are you…?"

His body pressed up against mine and I could feel something hard poking into my back. I didn't want to think about it. He couldn't really do this. Punk couldn't let him.

"He's not here. He's not coming. Your straight edge savior has left you for dead" His body lurched forward and I opened my mouth to scream-

I jolted upright, eyes wide as I stared straight ahead. I was fighting to breathe; coughing and spluttering as I felt hot tears stain my cheeks and a sob pull itself from my gut.

"Charlie?"

There was an immediate hand on my back and I heard rustling and felt the bed move as Punk sat up, pulling me into his arms instinctively. "It was just a dream…"

I stayed stiff against his body for a moment, heart pounding against my ribs, still staring straight ahead.

"Why didn't you save me…? He was… He was going to-"

I as cut off as he pulled me closer to his body, forcing me to relax into his chest and once his familiar scent hit my nose, I felt my body calm. I was okay. It had all been a nightmare. I was still here, safely tucked away in Punk's room with his arms wrapped around me in that protective manner. I was fine.

A shaking sigh slid from my lips and I nuzzled my head into his collar bone, shifting in the bed so that I could wrap my arms tentatively around his waist. I felt something in his own body relax and he sighed softly as well.

"You alright?" He loosened his arms around me slightly and I craned my head upwards slowly to look at him, nodding silently.

He smiled, reaching a hand up to wipe away my tears, "You cry too much."

I frowned at him, opening my mouth to retort before he cut me off.

"It's like you don't think I'm going to take care of you, or something." He was wearing that smirk of his and I felt my mouth twitch upwards at the corners.

"Smartass…" I sat up, wiping my own face and running a hand through my hair, rolling my eyes.

He grinned, "I could be a smart one or a dumb one, you pick." He said; shrugging, moving until he was sitting, propped up by a few pillows.

I shook my head at him, laughing "Aren't you supposed to be sympathetic or something?"

Punk paused for a moment, tapping a finger on his chin thoughtfully and the simple action had me laughing softly. "Hm… I picked you up last night… Lent you my clothes and let you sleep in my bed…" he blinked over at me, hazel eyes sparkling in the light streaming in from the window, "Nah, I think I'm all out of sympathy." He grinned.

Wrinkling my nose, I slapped at his leg, stretching lightly and sighing. It felt good to be awake in a day that wasn't the horror of yesterday. "Can I shower?" I asked, standing up and stretching a bit more, waking all of my muscles up as I arched my back.

"Only if you want to smell like a man." He grinned from his spot on the bed.

I rolled my eyes, "You realize they have hotel shampoos and soaps right? I don't have to use your stuff." I raised my eyebrows at him, making my way over to the bathroom.

He surveyed me for a moment before speaking, "So what are you planning on wearing when you get out?"

I took a moment to think about being indignant, but then a thought struck me and I felt my face pale a bit. "I'm going to have to go get my things…"