Can A Song Save Your Life? (An Adam Levine / The Voice FanFiction)

Later that night, around eleven P.M., after I’d finished up everything at the Voice, I finally was able to meet Heather and Gracie at the all-night burger joint Belly’s located right in between Heather’s and my apartment. I had changed into strappy gold sandals, some dark skinny jeans, and a slouchy navy tank top. I removed all of the makeup on my face and then reapplied my mascara and lip gloss. I entered the joint and found Heather and Gracie sitting at our usual corner booth, and I made my way over.

“There’s our little superstar!” Heather exclaimed, scooting over to let me in. “How was all the after-audition stuff?”

“Kind of overkill, but whatever. I’m here now, and I want a burger and a large mint chocolate chip milkshake.”

“Already put in the order,” Gracie said, grinning.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” I replied. Then my eyes narrowed. “Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

She shrugged. “Celebrating your victory is way more important than calculus.”

“Amen,” Heather cheered just as a bell sounded off, signaling someone walking in the door. I looked over and was unhappily surprised to see Zane.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, causing Heather and Gracie to look over in the direction of the door. When they did, both of them looked upset.

Gracie placed her hand over mine. “Don’t let him ruin your night,” she said calmly.

Heather groaned. “I’m going to smack him.”

Zane, it seemed, had come with a purpose. He walked right over to our table, looking pissed. “I heard you went through with your audition.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but Heather did for me. “Yeah, and she kicked ass, so she doesn’t want to hear it.”

“Heather,” I mumbled, “I’ve got this.”

“I think we should talk,” Zane said.

I thought about it. “Fine,” I said. “We can have this conversation, and then you’re letting me go back to my night, okay?”

He nodded gruffly, and I stood up. Heather huffed and leaned back in the booth, giving a what is she thinking glare to my sister. I sighed and followed Zane out of the restaurant, walking towards the side of the building, which was almost like an alley.

My back was towards him, my arms crossed. I sighed, and began to turn around. “Alright, you have my attention. What did you want to say?”

Right as I turned around to face him, I saw his fist flying in my direction. I was stunned into immobility as his fist made impact with my face, sending me rocketing into the side of the building. I tried to right myself as I clutched my face, feeling it throb in pain. “Zane, what the hell—”

He lunged forward and grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back and pushing me up against the wall. “You don’t get to just leave like this. Don’t you remember what happened the last time you tried to break up with me?”

I struggled against him, but his grip was tight. “You ruined me, and then you somehow wrapped me back up in your…whatever charm you have.”

He pushed me harder against the wall. “See? This isn’t over, Analeigh. I’m ready to take that next step. We’re moving in together.”

“No! You’re crazy!” I exclaimed, struggling further, kicking out with my legs only to have them crushed against the wall by Zane’s body.

“I guess I’ll just have to convince you like I did the last time,” he said under his breath. He whirled me around to face him and slammed me back into the wall. Dazed by the impact, I was immobile as his forearm crushed my throat, pinning me back, and his other hand yanked at my jeans, unbuttoning them with frightening swiftness.

“Zane, please,” I choked. “Stop. Please. My baby sister’s inside.”

“That’s why we’re taking care of this out here.”

He tried to push my pants down with one hand and I squirmed, trying to get away, but he was cutting off my air and I was gasping for even a sliver of oxygen. “Please,” I rasped. “Stop it. Stop.”

Just as I began to think there was no way I was getting out of this, there was the sound of a car skidding to a stop, and I looked down the alley to see someone had pulled over onto the sidewalk. They jumped out of their car and began running in our direction. “Hey!” whoever it was, someone male, yelled. “Hey, what the hell are you doing to her?”

“Help,” I choked.

Zane withdrew his hand from my jeans and threw me to the ground. “Not over, Analeigh.”

Before the man could even get close, Zane was sprinting away at top speed, and I huddled on the ground, aching everywhere.

The footsteps of the man who’d essentially saved me neared, and I tried to push myself off of the ground, surprised to find that the couple of times Zane had shoved me against the wall he’d actually been a bit more forceful than I’d thought. Not to mention that when I’d hit the ground after he threw me, my head and elbow had hit the pavement at full speed. Everywhere hurt.

“Hey, are you okay?” someone asked, and I sat up, coughing, reveling in my ability to breathe properly. “Here, let me give you a hand.”

I looked up and saw a muscular, tattooed arm extended in my direction. Without thinking, I lifted a shaking hand to grasp his, and the moment our hands connected he lifted me up to my feet almost effortlessly. The moment my feet hit solidly on the ground, my head began to swim and I lost my balance, using the wall to catch my fall.

“Hey, there now, take it easy,” the man said. “Let me call an ambulance.”

“No!” I exclaimed forcefully. “No ambulance. I’m fine.”

I looked up at the man who was helping me, and when I saw his face my mouth dropped into an O of surprise. Even more surprisingly, so did his.

It was Adam Levine.