Obey (Pedro Pascal)

Part 16 - Fight

Amelia's POV:

"Shit" is all that could come out of my mouth. I cannot believe he's here. Even after I told him to leave me alone. After everything he's said to me... done to me.

He's behind me, waiting for me to stand up but I just stay in my chair.
"I told you to leave me alone, now you're following me?" I say to him.

"Please babe, give me another chance!" He begs.

I stand up, trying to look confident in myself.
"No." I say "leave me alone Braxton. I won't say it again. Also, I'm not your babe."

Braxton grabs my face, pulling me in close.
"But didn't we have so much fun sweetheart?" he starts pushing his hands down my pants, making sure no one notices, including James. I try moving away, getting out of his grasp but he's stronger than me.

I get the strength to grab his wrist and rip it out of my undone buttoned pants.
"Don't touch me. I'm not yours to play with anymore. I'm not yours to use just for sex."

"Oh honey, you'll be mine again. Come here." Braxton says whilst grabbing my face again tightly, most likely leaving marks. James get up out of his chair, noticing I'm in need of help, but I didn't need it because all of a sudden, Braxton gets ripped away from me with sudden force.

Shaken up and scared, I fall back. Looking up at what just happened, I see a familiar face. A face that I haven't been up close to in so long. My belly turns with butterflies.

Pedro

All I see from the bottom of the floor when I had fallen down is Pedro and Braxton.

Pedro has him pinned to the wall, getting ready to throw hands.
"Don't you ever touch her again!" Pedro yells directly into his face, still having him pinned.

"And who the fuck do you think you are!?" Braxton yells loudly.

Pedro laughs out loud, hoping Braxton says something shitty, so he can knock him into next week.

"Amelia's man" Pedro exclaimed while smiling.

My man? That's not what happened 2 months ago.
Braxton looks at me from across the room, pissed off.

"You're fucking this old fuck you whore!?" My mouth dropped. He made a big mistake using that word in front of Pedro. All I see is Pedro's fist collide with Braxton's face making him fall to the ground.

Instead of thinking that was enough, Pedro gets on top of Braxton and starts pounding his face with his fists over and over again. Each hit he gave him, he said these words;

DON'T . YOU . EVER . CALL . HER . A . FUCKING . WHORE . AGAIN . YOU . COCK . MOTHER . FUCKER .

Blood was pouring all over. The customers of the cafe were standing out of there seats, yelling, screaming, scared. I myself was terrified. I have never seen Pedro this angry. This aggressive. Devilish.

Running up to Pedro, I grab his fist before he could use it again.

"Hey, hey, stop Pedro. Please, it's okay. I think he gets it." I try calming him down.
It worked.

He got off of Braxton and shot up towards me.
"Oh my love, are you okay? Did he hurt you? Wait... your face is bruised. THAT FUCKER."

He goes to go for round two but I grab his wrist and stop him.

"No, please stop. No more, I'm scared. I just want to leave." I beg.

Pedro's face softened. He noticed me slightly shaking. He feels bad, I can tell.

"Let's go and get you cleaned up." Pedro says.

"Wait. James brought me here. Hold on." I stop and say.
I walk over to James who is flabbergasted at what just went down. He's shocked from seeing Pedro who just randomly showed up out of the blue, to also seeing him fuck up Braxton.

I walk over to James and give him a hug. I feel so bad, our coffee day got fucked up. He was trying to make me feel better today, and it got ruined.

"James, I'm so sorry, I-" I get cut off by James.

"No no. Don't be sorry hun, it's not your fault. - you need to go with Mr. Pascal, I'll be okay driving home."

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Yes, I'm sure. Be safe okay?" He says, giving me another hug.

I walk over to Pedro who grabs my hand and rushes me out of the door, before any police show up.

Still confused at to why Pedro showed up, after so many months of being apart. I need to question him about why he's here. Is he trying to mess with my feelings? But right now, I'm too shaken up to ask anything.

We get into his car and head to his place. Driving silently, no one speaking a word the whole way there. We finally get to his house, and head inside after a long awkward drive.

Pedro brings me into the bathroom, to make sure my face is okay, and the rest of my body.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks.

I don't say anything, I just stare at the ground. I'm okay physically, even with my bruises and with my almost attack. What I'm not okay with is with my mental health. Does he think I'm okay with him being gone for months and just showing up again?

"Hey, baby girl. Look at me" He says again lifting up my chin so I can see him.

I give up. I need to mention it or it'll tear me apart.

I sigh. "Why are you here, why now?" I ask.

"I missed you. I realized I messed up, I hated being away from you." Pedro says still holding my chin up.

I pull away from his light touch.

"If you missed me so much, why did you leave for 2 months? Why didn't you just come back? Do you realize of fucked up I was, how you made me feel?" I start crying. Jesus, why do I always have to get emotional.

Pedro walks out of the bathroom, and sits down on the couch.
"I had to protect you, I wanted you to be able to live your life.

"But that's not your choice, it's mine! I don't want to live my life if you're not in it!" I yell, tears spilling onto my cheeks.

I wipe them away, needing to say more.

"How was it so easy for you to just get up and leave?" I question him angrily.

Pedro got angry too. He stood up from the couch and walked over to me. He wasn't being threatening but after what just happened, I backed away slightly.

"It wasn't fucking easy at all! Do you know how god damn hard it was for me to leave you? To fucking leave the person who I'm in love with. I'm am deeply and madly in love with you Amelia! Why can't you see that?!" He yells. I pause. My heart beating out of my chest.

Pedro walks up to me and grabs me by my waist, pulling me into his arms. His lips colliding with mine. Kissing me passionately. Tongues and lips moving in sync. It's like it has been years that our lips have met. I've missed this so much, I've missed his touch, he presence. I have been wanting this so much, I've been craving his soul for forever. Pushing open the door, still making out, he backs me into the bed, having me lay on top of it.

"Fuck, I've missed you so much. I need you, all of you." He moans, hovering over me.

"I've missed you so much. Take me." I say, also moaning.

Pedro leans down, and whispers in my ear, making his response very clear.

"I will never leave you again, I promise. You're mine. Forever and a lifetime." He kisses my cheek.

Forever and a lifetime; I like that

"Now, do as I say and spread your legs." All I can do is admire his words and obey his orders.