|Can't Promise Things Won't Be Broken
Author: alliscrashing PM
Montana Ivory has one fear: touching. Since her boyfriend cheated and her near-rape, she can't deal with any physical contact and finds it difficult to trust anyone. But will Shane Cook, her older brother's best friend, be what she needs to overcome her phobia? ** T for language and mild content.**Trigger WarningRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 18 - Words: 47,650 - Reviews: 92 - Favs: 25 - Follows: 54 - Updated: 05-17-13 - Published: 11-04-12 - id: 3071624
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I walked into my shared apartment, kicking off my black Toms and dropping my purse on the counter as I headed to the kitchen. "Babe, I'm home!" I called pulling a water bottle out of the fridge and unscrewing the lid. After no reply, my head tilted slightly to the side. "Aaron?" I called, recalling that I had seen his car parked in front of the apartment building.
I closed the refrigerator door and moved my copper-brown curls to one side of my neck. I turned, taking a sip from the water as I walked toward the master bedroom. I heard music playing softly, and a small smile came to my lips. Turning the knob, I pushed open the door, bottle to my lips. I stopped short, barely managing to put the lid back on the water as I choked on the sight before me.
"Aaron?" I managed weakly, seeing him above a blonde I didn't recognize. His shirt was off, and his jeans were unbuttoned. She was stripped down to her underwear. He rolled over and saw me, his eyes widening as he sat up. The blonde gave a little gasp of surprise while she covered herself with my comforter. I dropped the bottle on the floor, blinking back tears as I backed up a few feet.
I turned and walked as calmly as I could manage to the kitchen, hearing Aaron swearing from behind me. "Montana—wait, please!" he called after me, but I just shook my head.
I grabbed my purse, and slid my shoes half way on before I reached the door, but he was right behind me. "Montana, please stop." I couldn't look at him.
He put his hand on the door as I tried to open it, pleading for me to wait. I interrupted him, weakly saying, "Aaron, no. Not right now, okay? I'll be back later to…to pack up my things." I swallowed thickly, forcing the door open. With trembling hands, I dialed my brother's number.
I heard his low voice from my speaker after two rings, "What's up, Montana?"
"Hey, Tabor," my voice sounded thick to my own ears. "Can…can I come stay with you for a little while?"
"Of course," he replied immediately. "What's going on?"
"I-I can't talk about it right now."
"I'll see you when you get here," was his simple reply. I got into my car, taking one last look at the apartment, where Aaron was standing in the doorway, before speeding off. A few minutes later, I was parked next to my brother's car in his driveway. There were a few cars out front, meaning he had his friends over. I cut the engine and got out of the car, heading up the drive way to his door. By the time I got there, Tabor had thrown open the door and wrapped me in a hug.
When he pulled back, his hands were on my shoulders and his dark blue eyes locked onto my matching ones. "What happened, 'Tana?" he asked softly. And that's when all the tears I had been holding back since I walked in on Aaron flooded my cheeks. A sob bubbled to the surface and I fell into his arms, holding onto him.
"What the-?" he said, taken by surprise, while his arms supported my dead weight. "Guys, a little help here!" he called over his shoulder, and I felt another pair of arms grab me around the waist and pull me into their arms. I was lifted up and I clung onto whoever was holding me, still crying.
After about twenty minutes of crying, with my brother rubbing my back gently, I managed to calm down to where I was just hiccupping softly. I wiped my eyes, and looked at the guys who surrounded me. Tabor and his best friend, Shane, were on either side of me. My brother's other friends were sitting around the living room, four of them. Jason, Avery, Casey, and Stetson were switching between watching the game and making sure I was okay. Finally, I cleared my throat and said, "I walked in on…on Aaron with another girl."
My brother and Shane looked over my head and shared a look, before looking back at me. "I don't…I don't really know what to say to that, 'Tana," my brother said softly. I nodded shortly, leaning back against the couch and closing my eyes.
"I don't either." I replied. I sighed and looked over to my brother. "Where am I sleeping tonight?" I asked, desperate to change the subject.
"Anywhere you want to." He paused for a moment. "We're going to a party tonight. Want to come?" With some reluctance, I agreed. I knew that if I didn't, my brother would force me in an effort to make me feel better.
A few hours later, I drove to my apartment. Aaron's car wasn't parked out front, so it was safe to go inside. I went into my room, pulling clothes out of my closet, along with a suitcase, and began to pack. I quickly changed into a pair of boot cut blue jeans, a yellow tank top, and a white and black off the shoulder top. I slid my Toms on quickly before going into the bathroom and throwing my make-up and cosmetic items into my suitcase. As I headed for the door, I heard a key enter the lock and I froze, looking up as Aaron walked in.
I swallowed thickly, tightening my grip on the handle of my suitcase before ducking my head and starting to move past him. I felt him suddenly grip my arm as he said, "Montana, wait, please. Can we talk for one second?"
I turned my head slightly toward him, clenching my teeth to hold back the tears. "Let me go, Aaron."
He tightened his grip to where it was painful. Without realizing what I was doing, I let go of my suit case and turned to him, my hand coming up and connecting with his cheek. Startled that I hit him, and probably in a little bit of pain, his hand came up to his cheek and he stared at me in shock. I saw his eyes narrow, and swallowed thickly. Just as he was about to lunge for me, I grabbed my suitcase and ran for it. I threw my suitcase down the flight of stairs, and ran after it, knowing I had made a mistake in slapping him. I picked up my suitcase and managed to get it to my car before he caught up to me.
He slammed me, stomach first, into the car and had my hands locked behind my back. "Don't you ever hit me again," he growled, shoving me harder against the car.
"You don't have to worry about that," I snapped at him, "because you'll never be seeing me again."
He forced me to turn around and slammed me against the car, my head hitting the window with a sharp crack. I sucked in a sharp breath and fought the tears that welled in my eyes, willing away the stars that danced across my vision. He raised a hand to smack me, when a neighbor came out and shouted at us, asking what was going on. He pushed away from me quickly, and I got in my car the moment I could, throwing my suitcase into the passenger seat and driving off, nearly running him over in the process, my heart racing.
The first hour of the party, I sat against the wall, sulking, with an untouched drink in my hand. I decided it was time I had fun, even if it was alcohol induced fun. Two hours into the party, I had a few more drinks than I probably should have. Half an hour later, I lost count of how many drinks I had, and ran into Setson, who, by the looks of it, had a good buzz going as well.
I bumped into him in passing, and spilt some of my drink on my pants. Being more than a little tipsy and emotional, my eyes watered up with tears as I looked from my pants to Stetson. "Whoa, hey, 'Tana, what's wrong?"
"I…I don't know," I slurred, and he sighed, pulling me into a vacant room of the house. I looked at him through blurry vision, my head tilting slightly to the side as he made me sit on the bed. "What are you doing?" I slurred.
He leaned down and kissed me roughly, pushing me so I was lying down on the bed. I didn't kiss him back, but felt my eyes widen in shock. When he pulled back to take off my top, I grabbed his hands and pushed them off me. "Stop, what are you doing?" I repeated.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he growled back. I struggled with him, but he easily over-powered me. I shouted, but I don't think anyone heard over the music. I struggled harder as he unbuttoned my pants, kicking and punching whenever I could and screaming for help.
Just when I thought no one is coming, the door was pushed open, and harsh light flooded in. Stetson was removed from on top of me, and I sat up quickly, gasping softly. I looked at my savior—Shane.
My hands trembled as I tried to put my clothes back on, tears still making a steady trail down my face. "T-thank y-you," I hiccupped and tried to push past Shane when I was done putting my clothes back on.
He placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "What the hell happened, 'Tana?"
I wiped the tears from my face and shook my head. "I can't…can't talk about it right now. I just…need to go home."
A/N: New story. Tell me what you think?(: