A Secret Between Us Three [COMPLETED]

13. The Damage He Caused

ANGEL’S POV

It wasn’t until I was stood in that tiny examination room, naked and exposed to the camera that I could see the damage Jason caused.

What would Curtis and Ben think of me?

The door creaked open and the lady officer and photographer looked over.

“You can’t be in here.”

“We’re family.”

I gulped at the sound of that voice.

The ladies looked at me and I nodded. They left the room and I could feel Ben and Curtis breathing behind the curtain.

“Can we see?” Ben asked.

I nodded, realising foolishly that they couldn’t see that. I cleared my throat and gave them my permission.

CURTIS’S POV

It was torture having to wait outside for Angel. After Zach told us what happened I wanted to storm in there and see for myself what this guy had done and then I would find him and kill him. If it wasn’t for Ben I would have done it as well, but he calmed me down. Told me to wait and so I did, until I could bear it no longer. I needed to see our girl.

We opened the door gingerly and the officers were more than happy to get rid of us but Angel let’s us stay.

Ben stopped me before I could waltz around the curtain. He held me back and probably did the right thing by asking if it was ok.

There was silence and then a croak, “yeah.”

Angel was sat on the bed with her robe around her. She wouldn’t look us in the eye or move. I stood in front of her and pulled her to her feet, slowly pulling the tie of the robe, so she would have plenty of time to stop me if she wanted.

The robe fell of her shoulders and my eyes bulged at the sight in front of me.

Her beautiful skin was red and purple.

There was scratches on her arms, shoulders and knees from where she must have fallen and other than the red mark on her face there was a huge black and purple bruise on her stomach.

I tenderly put my hand over it.

“Are you in pain?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Zach told us what happened, Angel.” Ben says.

She looks down at her fallen rope and a tear slips out of her eye.

“I feel like such an i***t,” she confessed. “I was so hurt by the news of your engagement that I just wanted to drink the pain away and look where it got me.”

“Hey,” I say. “This isn’t your fault. That scumbag is responsible and look what he did to that other girl. That could have been you Angel because he wanted it, not because of anything you did.” I caress her cheek, bringing her eyes to me. “As for that engagement, we were just as surprised as you and I’ve made my feelings very clear to my father. He didn’t take them too well, but I will stand by them because there is only one woman who I love and would want to marry.”

She smiles, her eyes glistening at my sentiment and tiptoes so her lips thank mine.

I slip my hands around her naked frame and Ben comes up behind and does the same. We’re a sandwich and I can see that Ben’s let a few tears slip. I put one of my arms around him.

“Let’s get out of here.” Ben sniffles.

“Can I have some clothes first?” Angel laughs.

We let go and find her clothes. We don’t even ask; we simply dress her. I hold out her pants and she steps in, while Ben attaches her bra back on and then we slip her dress on.

If it wasn’t for the damage to her body I would be turned on right now, but all I wanted to do was cuddle my girl until I knew she was safe and happy.

“Let’s go.”

She links arms with Ben and we start to head out. There’s a commotion in front of us and I see the arse who did this to my girl.

There’s no time to think.

“Curtis, no.” I hear Ben shout but it’s too late.

I lunge for Jason and start attacking him. People are shouting and trying to pull us apart, but I don’t care I just want to pummel his face into the ground. A pair of hands grab my shoulder and I push them off.

There’s a small yelp and I turn around to see Angel on the ground.

I scurry away from Jason and help her up.

What have I done?

“I’m sorry. Angel, I’m sorry.”

She hushes me, rubbing her hand over my cheek. “It’s ok, but you need to calm down.”

I nod my head furiously. I would never mean to hurt her. I’m such a jerk.

I hug her until someone clears their throat and I see my father standing there.

“I think it’s time Miss Dawson, went home.”