Chapter 5. Can't fall in love

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Chapter 5

I pushed myself off Reece and backed away from his form, sitting up from the floor

"What are you doing here?" I asked, backing into the wall

"I was here to see my girlfriend-" he gave an evil look to Reece "But I found this instead"

Reece looked at me "Babes who is this?"

"Connor-"

"Babes?" I flinched and looked back at a fuming Connor, standing from his seat on the step "Guess you really are a slut now"

I frowned and pointed to the door "Out-"

"Slut?" asked Reece, rising from the floor and looking at Connor like he was a dead man "How dare you"

"I'm not the one fooling around with another guys girlfriend-" began Connor

"I'm not your girlfriend!"

"Leave" growled Reece "Now"

Connor looked at me "You're pathetic" 

"Out!" yelled Reece 

I balled my fists, pressing my nails into the skin tightly as Connor dropped a box and stomped out of the building, with Reece happily shutting the door behind him 

The door clicked and I fell to my knees

"Quinn!" he gasped, falling down with me

I shook my head and brought my hands up to my face 

"You're bleeding" he whispered, taking a hold of my wrist "Let me-"

"Get off!" I screamed, shaking his hands off me 

He reached for me again but I slapped his hands away "Get away Reece"

I felt a grip on my waist and I was suddenly lifted from the floor and cradled in his arm

"Put me down" I cried, he put a hand over my mouth and looked down at me 

"Shh" he said, removing his hand "You can hit me all you like but don't scream, I'm not trying to kill you"

He began to carry me up the stairs, scooping up my shoes, keys and Connors box, resting them on my stomach 

I flipped the box in my hands, reading the paper 'For a slut with no boundaries' 

A tear escaped my eye as I pulled off the paper 

I buried my head into Reece's chest and closed my eyes moments later I was set upon the kitchen island

"Stay here" he whispered as he walked out of the kitchen and returned minutes later with toilet paper and small bandages "Give me your hands" I obliged and he wiped the blood away before covering the small fresh cuts with bandages and picking me up again 

"I can walk" I muttered 

"Shh" 

He sat down on the lounge, placing me in his lap 

"Are you okay?" he whispered brushing my hair off my face 

I nodded 

"Bull"

I sighed "He was right"

"No he wasn-"

"You don't know Reece, take my word for it, he was right"

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