Blindly Forgotten

After Math 10

AFTER MATH 

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10 

ADEN

I heard her scream. It was very loud but the sound of her body being taken down made me sit up on her bed.  

Frantic breaths and distracted male grunting made me turn so my feet touched the ground.  

I slowly picked my way forward, feeling the walls and recognizing the textures as distance marks.  

I found the door handle and opened it, the scent of male sweat and grunting met my ears. I knew my face was pointed in the right direction.  

I felt my eyes blink, and a metal picture filled my mind. A gorgeous ebony haired girl knocked down in front of me, her wounded eyes smiling at me before telling me she was fine.  

"Don't worry, Aspen. I'm fine."  

Her hazel eyes shining in the setting light before a power I couldn't see slammed her into a tree in the background.  

Her body lurched, eyes wide yet unseeing as one little trickle of blood escaped her nose and mouth. The sight of her body crumpling cause me to see red.  

I felt my eyes blink, but when they opened, I was still seeing red. A vibrant red haze covered everything, but I could see . . . And I kicked the baritone voiced man away from Kenna before I really saw her. As he rolled out the front door, I slammed it closed and locked the bolt. Black descended over my vision as soon as the door clicked.  

My arms were trembling, my stomach felt queasy, and I threw up right there on the door step.  

I could see. I blinked, trying for it again.  

The black remained. It infuriated me, but I couldn't worry about that now.  

I crawled on my knees for Kenna, my hand finding her thigh before sliding over her cool flesh to her warm neck column.  

The flesh was swollen, I could feel it, but worse yet was the fact that she hadn't taken a breath. The heartbeat was too fast, no breath. I didn't know what to do.  

"Kenna, breathe!" I shouted, desperately. "Kenna!"  

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I blinked. My head throbbed. My throat was killing me, but cold fingers probed at the sensitive skin on my throat.  

I felt a warm pressure on my lips before a gust of warm air filled my mouth. I coughed at the intrusion and move under the hand on my throat. 

I blinked my eyes open. He couldnt see it, but he could feel my reaction.  

"Kenna? Can you hear me?" His hand searched my face, his fingers moved the hair off my forehead.  

"Aspen. . ." I groaned, before my gut sank with dread. "Sorry, Aden."  

"Who is Aspen?" I groaned again as my head split.  

"Oh, god. Ok, hold on." He said nervously. His arms wrapped around me and lifted me high. I moaned again. My back was killing me. Mr. Dillon was very heavy. . . 

His steps were even, careful. I studied the way he walked, the way he maneuvered my home like a pro. He'd already committed it to memory. I could have smiled if the pounding in my head and throat hadn't been taking away my focus.  

"Who is Aspen." He asked again. I blinked at him before feeling another wave pain.  

I slowly relaxed into the bed he placed me on. I closed my eyes and just drifted off to the feeling of his fingers tracing my cheek.  

It was a strange feeling. . .