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“I needed space,” he said, before I walked back in. “I was confused.”
“Six days without a fucking answer from either one of you. Communication is key, Noemi,” I said, mimicking them. “What a crock of shit. Or maybe communicating when I was gagged and bound is all you wanted?”
“Noemi, not here,” he whispered. “Let’s head back to Vincent’s.”
“Well, hopefully he’ll speak to you because he’s ghosted me for six days too, but no, I’m not going back to Vincent’s,” I said, opening the door.
“We—”
“I left my phone at the bar and when I come back, I better see you gone, Easton,” I said, going inside, heading to the bar, thankful he didn’t follow me.
I headed into the bar and saw my phone, grabbing it quickly, but I decided to linger for a moment hoping he got the memo and left. My heart ached with such intensity I swore I was having a heart attack. I felt defeated and stupid for thinking I could have had something amazing with them.
My lip trembled as I walked out, hoping Easton had left and I could just go to the hotel in peace. It was starting to get dark when I opened the door. The snow had picked up as I looked around for Easton but saw no sign of him, feeling relieved and a little hurt he hadn’t waited for me. I rolled my eyes at myself, taking a step and slipping a little when I saw the envelope I had given Easton.
This motherfucker threw it on the floor!
Anger flooded my system as I slipped the letter in my pocket. I realized I was making the right decision to cut ties. Looking up the hotel on my phone, I didn’t realize I was moving in the opposite direction of it when I ran away from Easton.
A grunt and something falling caught my attention in between the buildings. It wouldn’t be the first time I saw people making out or fucking in between the buildings. A man was holding someone, and another man was hitting him. The flash of white blonde hair caught my eye. He was bloody, bruised and didn’t look conscious. One of the guys called him a homophobic slur and my blood boiled.
“Easton!” I yelled, not thinking my actions through when I ran towards them. “Get the fuck away from him.”
I swung my purse at the first guy, it hit him square in the face, making him step back while I swung at the other guy, I unfortunately hit Easton instead of the guy. I screamed for help, hoping someone would hear the commotion.
“You stupid bitch,” one of them sneered at me, slapping me.
I swung my purse at him again, but he caught it, punching me right in the face, knocking me back. Pain exploded on the right side of my face, but I got up before he could hit Easton again. I jumped on him, punching the side of his head when I saw that his friend had a knife.
“NO!” I screamed, scrambling to the other guy to protect Easton.
“Just do it!” The guy yelled, yanking me back by my hair, throwing me on the floor. He kicked me in the stomach, stealing my breath away. I coughed through the pain trying to get a lungful of air, but my body wasn’t responding.
“Easton,” I tried yelling, but nothing came out.
The man that was holding on to Easton punched him in the face again rummaging through his jacket.
“Fucking—”
There was that slur again and it gave me the boost I needed to move. I got up on all fours when he kicked me again. My breath was stolen from me again and I fell on my back.
“Should have called the cops, honey, but I’m glad you didn’t. Maybe we will get to fuck you,” he laughed.
I looked over to see a phone on the ground and I lunged for it.
He laughed at me. Before I could reach it, he stepped on my hand, and I heard a sickening crunch that made me scream.
“Hey!” A loud voice boomed between the buildings.
“Shit, hurry up and get it,” the asshole who stepped on me growled. “Get her purse too!”
“I got it, let’s go!” he shouted, and they ran away.
“Easton,” I cried, trying to get up without hurting my hand.
“I called the cops,” a woman said, coming up to me.
I crawled to Easton seeing his face bloody and bruised, his light hair covered in streaks of red.
