"You asshole. I can’t believe you did this to her again," he said. Fire burned in his eyes and his jaw was clenched tight in anger. His fists balled as he stared down at Matt. "Whoa, Ian, what’s wrong?" Matt asked confused. He got up and started to dress. "What’s wrong? Look at her!" He said gesturing to me. His gaze met mine and his eyes filled with pain and sympathy. "Whatever dude, I’m out of here. Thanks ho, you’re a good fuck," he said doing up his zipper and storming out of the room. I let out another sob and Ian turned towards me. He then stormed out of the room and slammed the door; I thought he was gone for good. He’d done his part. He’d stopped them and couldn’t do anymore. He shocked me however when he returned a moment later with a blanket and a washcloth. I was struggling to sit up when he walked over to me and grabbed one of my arms, helping me. I glanced up at him and there were no words. He knew by the pathetic pleading look in my eyes I was grateful for his help and I knew by look of compassion in his that he felt terrible. He handed me the blanket so I could wrap it around myself. I was bloody and disgusting and in no shape to put my tight and dirty dress close back on at the moment. I held it to me; grateful for the warmth and coverage it gave me. I was slightly embarrassed that Ian had seen me naked but it couldn’t be much worse than when Justin had, the guy I was falling for. "I’m sorry. I had no idea what they were doing up here. It wasn’t until I <b>…</b>
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