Okay, here's chapter 4 of my 63 Loud House story. Lets see how Linka's been doing after escaping from a life of cruelty. If you like this story, check some of my other works.

'NO! NO! NO!'

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Linka screamed from the next nightmare of her bastard fiancé, she groaned as she held her aching head. She then looked around to see she was in some kind of tent with a blanket over her, from what she recalled last night she had ran off into the woods in attempt to get away from Pat. She didn't care if she would die, in fact after what she's been through she would gladly take it, beats a life of abuse from Pat.

Suddenly she heard the zipper to the tent open, she freaked and hid under the blanket "Linka! It's just me." she heard the voice to see the one who found her.

"Ronaldo?" she questioned when she saw the familiar Latino man with a lean build and semi-spiky black hair, he was wearing a white undershirt and jeans, plus hiking boots.

"Thank goodness you're alright, I heard screaming." he said as he sat next to the shaking white haired woman, "I brought you breakfast." he offered a small egg sandwich, she slowly took it and bit a small bit off. And she was starting to like the taste.

"Oh wow, that's actually pretty good." she complimented as she took a bigger bite. Ronaldo smiled as he watched her eat.

"Thanks, I made it myself." He humblebragged.

"Well, I'll say..." she then gulped the rest of it down. "You're an even better cook than my dad, and his 'Lynn'-sagna won him the Nobel Prize in Culinary five years straight!"

"I'll say, my abuella still hasn't forgotten that." he then went serious, "But onto another topic, what are you doing out here in the woods?" she then went wide eyed.

"What are YOU doing in the woods?" she then countered.

"I'm just doing a little camping in the woods near New Orleans, I'm not one for their partying nature and alcohol supply. I saw you and the others celebrating your last day as a single woman." he then gestured to her scared and STILL bare body, "But from your current condition, I have a feeling there wasn't much to celebrate."

She looked down and sighed, "It wasn't much of a celebration for me, can I tell you something?" she then asked.

"But first, do you want something to wear?" he looked away and blushed, Linka got a small glimpse of red on his cheeks and remembered her nudity.

She covered her parts, "Yes please!"

"Okay here, you can have my shirt." he offered removing the garment he had on and handed it to her, she gained a similar shade of red in her cheeks seeing his 8 pack of abs and toned but lean muscles. "It should cover up enough till we can get you real clothes."

"Thanks." she grabbed the shirt from him as he waited outside.

"There, how I do look?" he turned around, and nearly felt all his blood pour from his nose. He thought Linka looked like a goddess in his undershirt, which ended right between the thigh area. He was at least two sizes more than her, so it was great at covering the marks and scars all over her body. Except for the legs. Her long white hair really adds it all up to the perfect woman.

"Ummmm, you-you look uh," he blushed whiel stuttering, "Okay."

She sighed, "It's fine, I've looked better. It's these damn scars." she sat on a fold out chair. He pulled out a similar chair and sat next to her.

"What happened to you?" Ronaldo asked worriedly.

She grimaced and shivered, "Pat happened."

"WHAT?!" he freaked, he thought Pat was a great guy to his childhood crush. "What did he do? I thought you and him were happy?"

"Define happy." she sneered, "He never cared about me, the thing he ever loved was video games. And he only proposed to me so he can take me on this gaming tour he's on." she crossed her arms.

"But you hate video games!"

"That's what I told him! But instead of taking our break up like a man, he...he...…..he...…." she quivered as tears were starting to form, she ended up balling into his chest. Ronaldo patting her in comfort, his strong arms wrapped comfortably around the broken down Linka.

"There, there." he softly said, he then glared off in the distant 'Patrick Willows, if I find you I will take every last game system you have and shove them STRAIGHT UP YOUR CANDY ASS!' he screamed in his thoughts as his grip on her was getting uncomfortably tight.

"Ron... you're choking me." Linka uttered while her face was turning blue.

"Oh sorry." he said as he released her, Linka took a few deep breathes to get her breathing back.

"After that... awful night, I was just... trapped. Trapped in a world of constant rape and abuse, he made me do a video game style boot camp with very strict rules, and if I didn't comply he would either throw something at me or hit me. I felt so alone and hopeless, and I couldn't tell my brothers about anything, or Pat would have killed them." she explained through sad and scarred eyes, "I had ran all out of tears, I had ran all out of hope the closer we got to the wedding day today." she sniffled. Ronaldo pulling her head into his shoulder, he patted her shaking form.

He sighed, "Linka?"

"Yes Ron?"

He took a deep breath, "I know this hard for you considering what has happened to you, but if you want you can... stay with me? I'll keep you safe from that asshole, a girl like you deserves much better than a guy like him."

Linka looked into his eyes with confusion, "Uh, wouldn't I be... you know, I'm sure you have someone waiting for-"

"No actually, I'm not really seeing anyone right now." she gave him a look. He rubbed the back of his neck, "I've honestly had my eye on a certain special lady, but I could never really do anything with her since she was with another guy."

"She must be really special if you were willing to wait." she suggestively winked at him, Ronaldo's face looking more red than a tomato with a sunburn.

"She was and still is." he looked away, "Ever since I met her when I was eleven, even though I would occasionally tease her with sloppy joes down the skirt and garbage lockers, she was still the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on." Linka blushed as she remembered how he use to do all that stuff to her, "Everything about was so alluring, her motherly like caring nature and tough when she needs to be. And her hair laid atop of her like a blanket of fresh snow."

"Ronnie?"

He turned to face her, both with huge blushes and aching passion in their eyes. "Even though I can't stand that name, I kind of like it when it comes from..."

"Me?" she asked.

He simply nodded, "Bingo."

They slowly and methodically leaned in, their foreheads gently touching with lips nearly inches away. Both can feel the other's breath blown into each other's faces, Ronaldo broke the silence.

"Linka," he huskily said, "I have waited, 15. Long years, to do this."

"All this time, I wasted it on a guy who didn't even care about me as much, when I could have been with the dashing gentleman right in front of me." she stated sultrily.

"Shall we?"

"Hell yeah!"

The two puckered up, and just when they were milliliters away from their partner...

(ring) Who's phone is ringing, MINE. MINE.

Who's phone is ringing, MINE! MINE!

The two groaned as their moment was ruined when Ronaldo's phone went off, he pulled out his phone and answered the call he was getting. He saw Linka giving him a questionable look at the ring tone he chose, "What?! It's catchy, and from my favorite hidden camera prank show!" he defened, Linka rolled her eyes. He brought the phone up to his ear, "What is it? I'm in the middle of something!"

"RONNIE HELP!"

He held his phone back when he heard his sister screaming from the other end, "Bebe, what's going on?" Linka was feeling worried too.

"It's Pat, he's gone insane! He's got Linka's brothers and their spouses held captive!"

"WHAT!"

"You have to save us, who knows what kind of unspeakable horrors he has planned for- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh~"

"BEBE!" the two freaked, they heard chuckling from the other end and instantly knew who that was. "PAT!"

"Linka Loud, if you wish to see your brothers again? Well then you and your boyfriend 'Ronnie' will have to come to your brother's laboratory along the Appalachian Mountains in the next 72 hours, where not only will you will be forced to marry me while I'm destroying what little mental stability you have, but I will also get rid of that taco eating piece of shit permanently! If you can make it there in one piece. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Pat, out!"

And with that he hung up, leaving a fuming Ronaldo and a heartbroken Linka.

Stay tuned for the next installment of What She Wants: Life of Linka Loud!