Chapter 45: Respect Girls

Noah's POV:

That was really.. bitchy? shitty? That's all I can say. I mean, she is his own sister!

Whatever, I headed back to my hotel. She must have probably gone to a hospital. I went to my hotel receptionist and booked a room for her. Then I took the card and messaged her to call me when she gets here. Then I went back to my room.

Charlotte's POV:

I headed to a hospital. Before I could get there, I received a call.

Lucas.

He probably knows where I was and all I said.. just I hope he doesn't know.

Please god, help this child of yours.

I hesitantly picked up the call.

"Come back right now!" he yelled.

"L-Lucas.. I.. I will.. uh.. I am at a hosp—"

"Fuck! Come right now or you'll die!"

"I don't care! Kill me it's better!" I replied in the same tone.

"Oh really? You fucking know I have a gun and I can kill that Noah! You still don't care?"

"Wha—no, don't!"

"Then come here you slut!" he yelled, and I didn't have any other option than to go there.

Although I promised Noah to go to hotel.

Sorry Noah.

I went directly to my, or rather his house. As I entered someone grabbed my wrist in a bone-crushing grip and he was none other than Lucas.

Then he pinned me to the wall.

"L.. Lucas, l-let go" I said.

"You sure know how to open that small mouth of yours, don't you?" he said.

"I.. I.. uh.."

"Today you'll know what is real pain!" he yelled. My eyes widened in fear.

"N-no! Noah will save me! I'm sure.. Let me.. Call him!"

"Sure you should call him" he said. I didn't have time to understand his words, so I just called him.

He picked up.

"Noah! Please save me!" I yelled and then he snatched my phone and ended the call.

"That will be enough!" He said and he was about to throw my phone on the floor.

I can't afford to break it.

"No! Don't break it please!" I said. He smirked.

"Why? Don't you have money? Take it from Noah!"

"I.. Please Lucas" I said.

"It's okay, or I will only have to buy a new one" he said and threw it on the bed.

"Remove your clothes" he said.

I couldn't believe his words. What? He didn't say what I heard, right?

"Wh-what?" I asked.

"I said remove your clothes!" he yelled.

"I.. Lucas? You're my brother! Have some shame.."

"Shame? Right, shame.." he said. "Well, you crossed your limits today, so why can't I?" he chuckled.

"No! P-please Lucas!" I cried. "You.. You wanna beat me? There's the belt and everything you use.. But.. But please don't.."

Just then someone knocked violently on the door. It might be Noah.

"Open it" he said. I went there and opened the door.

"Are.. Are you okay, Charlotte?" he asked, panting as if he had run all the way here.

"No" Lucas interrupted. "She'll be worse now you're here" he added with a smirk. He started coming towards me. He had a knife in one of his hands. I took three steps back until I hit the wall.

"I won't think twice before raping you!" he yelled. My eyes widened at his words.

"Fuck, Lucas! She is your own sister!!" Noah yelled.

"Step-sister!" he corrected.

"Just get aside!" Noah tried pushing him away but didn't do much because the knife was placed near my neck.

Lucas's face was very near to me.

"You.. You are drunk" I said slowly as I sensed the alcohol in his breath.

"That's what I always am" he said.

"Will you remove your clothes, or I will rip them?" he asked.

I couldn't believe it! I can't! I refuse to believe anything!

Just then Noah got the hold of the knife from side. He threw it away and then started beating Lucas.

"Go back Charlotte" he said while fighting. I nodded and headed back.

Noah's POV:

I continued beating the hell out of him. Till now he was lying on the floor. He took out his gun with some difficulty and pointed it towards me.

"Wanna die?"

"Go on. You know what? You don't have the license to use it. It's a fake one" I said calmly.

He thought that he could fool me?

"Okay fine!" he said and kept laying down.

"I'm not done yet" I said and took the belt that was kept on the corner.

"You beat her with this, right?" I asked. "Now you'll know that you should respect girls" I added and started beating him with that belt.

Every painful voice of him makes me feel better. Never thought that someone's pain can give pleasure.

I beat him till he was almost half dead and blood was flowing from many places because the belt tore his skin.

"I.. I'll respect.. I'll respect girls... I promise!"

"You better do!" I yelled and stormed out of his house.