I'm Broken but I'm fine

Part 9

"Shit" Noah says under his breath, I look towards him curiously.

He smiles at me slightly, trying to reassure me but it doesn't work. He grabs me by the waist protectively and leads me to the car. The guys are watching our every move,they have tattoos and piercings but are all cleanly shaven and in expensive suits. As we approach they wolf whistle at us. I don't look them in the eyes and try to ignore them.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Noah Bolton, fancy meeting you here" one of the guys addresses Noah.

"What do you want Paul" Noah asks frustratingly, not letting his hold on me weaken for second.

"Is that anyway to great an old friend?" Paul asks.

Noah sighs, Paul's attention then turns to me.

"And who is this little cutie then?" He asks, his smirk widens and he approaches me and I automatically flinch. Noah notices and his hold tightens.
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"No one you need to know about Paul, now what do you want?" Noah asks again.

He seems like he can hold his own and doesn't seem scared or worried, just really annoyed.

Paul smirks at me and winks, I can feel the other men's eyes on me and it makes me so insecure and uncomfortable. Paul,then turns to look at Noah.

"Stinger wants to talk to Jaxson, we can't find him though, we want to know why" Paul says, his calm demeanour faltering.

"He's not in the country, he left for university" Noah says.

"Did he now?" Paul says holding Noah's gaze, obviously trying to decide if he is telling the truth.

"Yeah,he left 2 months ago, he won't be back, at least not for four years" Noah tells the group.

Paul makes a tsk tsk sound with his mouth and doesn't look happy.

"Stinger isn't going to like this Noah" he says sternly.

Suddenly, I'm pulled into someone's arms and held in an extremely tight painful grip. I try to struggle but can't get away. I start to panic and my fever and exhaustion isn't helping. There is a really tight grip on my wrist and the pain is horrible on my infected cuts, my breathing becomes ragged as I try to deal with the pain. I can feel the cuts reopening.

"Let Louis go Paul" Noah says sternly to Paul. Paul's friend who has me in a hold smirks towards Noah.

"Ohhhh Louis huh? What a cute name" the guy who is holding me says.

"It would be a real shame if something happened to Louis now wouldn't it" Paul says.

My eyes then widen in fear.

"Just leave him, please what do you want?" Noah says.

"Let's just say, this is a warming. If you are lying about Jaxson there will be consequences and little Louis here might be one if them. If I find out you are not telling me the truth, I'll come back for Louis" Paul says.

With that I feel a fist make contact with my cheek and I'm thrown to the floor in agony. They then walk off in the opposite direction.

"Fuck Louis..." Noah comes over and kneels in front of me.

I manage to sit up on my knees my cheek pounding along with my head.

"Are you okay?" Noah asks.

I look at him and he gasps.

"Fuck, he must have hit you hard.....I'm so sorry" Noah says.

"It's okay I'm fine" I say.

I'm used to being hit but by teenagers not grown men with rings on their fingers. My face hurts so bad. I can feel my wrist is bleeding too, I need to get home. I try to stand up but I'm overcome with a dizzy spell and fall back to the ground, Noah has a hold of me and comes with me too.