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17. Party at Holden's (II)

"Never," he said, as he pressed me against the wall. I could feel his body against mine, and it just made me want to gag.

I continued to try and push him away from me, shoving at his chest. "Get the fuck off me!" I yelled at him.

The music downstairs must be too loud for people to hear me and no one else was around us here. Shit.

"You dress like that, begging for attention, now that you get it, you act all coy, fuck that," he said, as he lowered his head until lips landed on my neck.

I just felt revolted by him and his words. I then tried  kneeing him, the classic move, but he blocked that and instead began dragging me into a room.

He threw me onto the bed and before I could get off, he began to get on top of me.

"The way I dress means nothing, dickhead. You're just a prick who can't keep it in his pants," I shouted, trying to get him off me.

This can't happen.

"You got a real mouth on you, let see what I can do with it," he said then tried to kiss me, but I managed to get my hand free from him and punched him in the face.

"Fuck," he winced and then looked at me with anger. "You're gonna regret that, bitch," he said.

I moved away from him but then but he trapped me once again. I could see his hand coming towards my face and as a reflex, I just closed my eyes.

"Shit," I then heard the guy swear and felt no impact.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the guy on the floor and...

"Liam?"

"Touch her again and I'll break off your fucking hand like a twig!" He yelled. "You sick bastard, get the fuck out of here."

I've never seen this side of Liam.

"Sorry, bro. I didn't know she's yours," that piece of shit weakly muttered from the floor.

"I am not your bro. Now get the fuck out of here, fucking piece of trash," Liam yelled at him and instantly, that the guys runs off.

Quickly, getting of them bed, I stood up and tried to fix myself. The prick made me crease my outfit.

"Are got okay?" Liam asked.

I looked at him and saw his face full of concern for me.

"Yeah I'll be okay," I told him, offering him a small smile.

This situation was really scared and I knew that it could've been a lot more worse. I'm just so thankful that it didn't and that I got to punch him too.

"Rena," Liam's voice snapped me back to reality and I could see his eyes roaming over me, checking if I'm okay.

"I'm sure," I told him. "Although, my hand could use some ice," I joked.

It was probably too soon for me to make a joke but instead of it making him smiled, it made Liam frown, and he looked down at my hurt hand.

"Come with me," he said, taking my other hand in his.

This feeling alone, makes everything better.

When we got to the kitchen, Liam immediately took out ice and he wrapped it an a tea towel and began to ice my knuckles.

"I'm sorry that happened," he said.

I hiss slightly, gripping Liam's hand. He gave my hand a squeeze, reassuringly.

"It's not your fault," I told him.

When I looked at him, I could see this guilty expression on his face, one that I couldn't really understand. I mean, he saved me. Why would he feel guilty?

"But still.." he frowned.

"It's okay, Liam," I smiled at him, hoping it helps with his guilt.

He then smiled back at me. "That was a nice punch," he told me, looking so proud.

I couldn't help but grin. "My dad's a police officer. I wasn't going to go down without a fight."

My Dad always wanted me to be able to defend myself, if the situation ever arose.

So when I was old enough, he started teaching me some self defence lessons. 'You are not weak,' he used to always remind me.

"You really are something, Rena." Liam chuckled, as he continued to ice my hand.

If only he knew...

"Rena? What happened!?" I heard someone shout.

I turned towards the source of the voice and saw Danny fuming. "Nothing, Danny. I'm good." I smiled at him, but when he saw Liam icing my hand, it only made him angrier.

After Danny, I then heard a chorus of voices, and saw all my friends standing there with worried expressions.

"Guys, I'm fine," I tried telling them.

Jumping off the kitchen counter, I gave them a twirl, to show them that I'm fine.

"What happened?" Danny gritted out.

He really won't let this go until I tell him.

I then let out a deep sigh. "Some guy tried it on me and I decked him," I told him nervously, not really sure what his reaction is going to be.

"Where is he?" He yelled.

Okay, yeah. I probably should've expected that reaction from him.

"Don't worry, I took care of it. Holden and Chris threw him out anyway," Liam then said, standing behind me.

I hope that helps...

"I'll kill him!" Danny shouted.

Or not.

"Danny, I'm fine. Please," I walked towards him, to stand directly in front of him, hoping that this somehow this calmed him down.

"She's okay, Danny. My girl's a fighter, that dick is just lucky she only punched him," Sara said, her hands on Danny's chest and this seemed to work.

Wow. And I thought that I was the only Danny-whisperer around here.

***

"Liam, we're gonna go now," I let him know.

Thankfully, the incident with me didn't ruin the night, but now my feet were beginning to ache and everyone was also getting tired.

"Okay. Thank you, Rena. For everything," Liam said, giving me a hug.

"I did nothing, except punch a guy," I joked and hug him back.

"You did more than that, Rena. Thank you," he whispered in my ear, tightening the hug.

He seemed so...happy, I couldn't help but think what might have happened with Julie and him.

I left the party with my friends. When I looked at Julie, I saw how happy she looked, and again, I felt a little piece of me shatter and break.

This was only the first piece to break...