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BRIAN’S POV CONTINUES

At that point I should have just opened up, but instead I said,

“You know it's all manner of rude to invade people's privacy,” I walked past, going to get some change of clothes.

“Rude? Privacy? Brycee…” Blair was stuttering.

“Cat's got your tongue Blair?” I asked, hinting at mockery.

“You are such a horrible person,” she began to throw tantrums.

“Say something I'm yet to know,” I replied.

I was enjoying the shocked look on her face, even though I was fully aware it was not a very nice thing to do.

They were files from a life I had to leave behind, a life I wasn't willing to discuss yet, or resurrect.

“Blair, for all you know, that could belong to anybody,” I said lightly, adjusting into bed.

“That's what I thought,” she said, “until this fell out of your files,” she threw down my I.D, “Brycee, or should I even call you that?” She queried.

“If you're not ready to make discoveries, then stop snooping Blair,” I replied coldly.

I could see just how much she was shivering, but couldn't tell if it was in anger or fear.

She threw down the files in her hands and ran out of the room.

The next sound I heard was the banging of the front door.

‘Should I go after her?’ I thought.

It was the middle of the night and it was unsafe around these axes.

‘Well, if she couldn't handle the outside world, she shouldn't have run out,’ I threw some nonchalance.

For a few minutes, I rolled from side to side of the bed. I got out of bed, very pissed off.

I rolled my eyes, put on some decent pants and went out in search of her.

“You know, I've never been a man to appreciate drama,” I mumbled, as I roamed the streets.

I was tired and this was the last thing I wanted to be doing.

I found her ten minutes later in the grip of two hefty men, one of which was running his hand from her hair, down her arms and his other hand wrapped around her waist.

She stood there, all shriveled up, as the men tried to sexually assault her. The sight of this ached my heart.

“Let her go!” I commanded, as soon as I arrived on the scene.

“Hey, she's ‘our’ whore for the night, find your own,’' the bigger one with his hands around her said. He spoke pretty authoritatively.

I gave off a light smile, off the side of my lips, and took two steps closer to them.

“I said, let her go,” I made sure to be emphatic this time.

Blair was in tears, showing her irritation from the touches she got.

The both men stared at each other, after which they gave off a hysterical laughter.

One of the men pushed her away from them and she landed on the floor.

Triggered, I threw a punch at his face, feeling irritated that I had to be doing this twice in one night.

Blair was seated on the floor, watching as I beat both men to a pulp. I took peeps at her to see her surprised face, which showed elements of joy.

I sighted a wooden bat and quickly grabbed it, pointing it at the men.

“I'm only going to count to three, before I hope to not see either of you here,” I said, tapping the bat in my hand.

I didn't need to count before the men took to flight.

“Also, she's my wife, get your own!” I yelled, as they ran as fast as they could from me.

I picked her up from the floor and noticed she was bleeding on her hands. She had tried to support her weight with her hands, when she was pushed.

I carried her on my back and headed home.

Upon our arrival, I cleaned up her wounds and dressed them.

“You know, if you don't want to make discoveries, you should stop snooping,” I said, as I cleaned up the blood, “similarly, if you lack basic self-defense, you shouldn't be running off in the middle of the night,”

She stared at me with an innocent look, making it really difficult to be mad at her.

“You stood up for me,” she said in a low tone, “again,” she added.

I gave her a stern expression, as I was avoiding falling for her emotional display.

“You know, life in the real world is a lot different from what happens at your castle, Cinderella,” I said, packing up the first aid box.

“You're a doctor too?” She asked. My best guess was the elaborateness of the box.

I smiled lightly, “get some rest,” I said, heading inside.

“Blair, what are you doing?” I returned to the living room, seeing her trying to get comfortable on the small couch.

“I’m trying to get some rest,” she replied, her tone heavy on sarcasm.

“Come inside,” I said, my tone a bit authoritative.

“I don't feel safe with a stranger,” she blurted.

I rolled my eyes, slowly losing my patience.

“I don't know if anybody ever told you, but I am not a fan of drama, Blair.” I said.

“Looks like you already have a lot of it going on,” she replied.

I took a deep breath.

“Blair, come get some rest,” I said, gesturing to the bedroom.

“I am not going to be sharing the same space with a stranger,”

She put up a little protest which I found cute.

“You know, if you had been this defensive, those men would not have been assaulting you, before my arrival,” I said.

She folded her arms and turned her face from me.

I chuckled at her little drama. It had to be the first time I found drama cute.

I walked to the couch, holding her face.

“What do you want, Cinderella?” I asked, wearing a smile and also sending out sarcasm.

She reluctantly turned to me, and looked at me right in the eyes.

“Who are you?” She queried.