Saving Boston (Rewritten)

A Series Of Waiting For You

When Miles called late in the night, I wasn't sure how to answer. Things felt different after I put my hands on Chrissy and hit him. But the second my thumb slid across my screen; his frantic voice came through. Everything that happened between us didn't matter because my mind trailed off to the safety of Bo.

My fingers drifted through my hair as he explained what happened moments prior to calling. He barged into their bedroom after hearing a commotion, and he found Luke pinning my curly-haired girl to the wall with blood pouring from her nose.

As he voiced his concern about her driving under the influence, the chains in the elevator began to rattle. The numbers on the panel above the doors started to change, and I knew that she would be coming up any second.

I stood in front of the doors, telling Miles that everything would be okay. The moment the bell started to ding, I waited for her the metal to separate. My finger ended the call as my curly-haired girl walked into my dimly lit apartment with crimson stains on her dress.

The skin I caressed earlier and the lips I kissed prior to now were covered with dried blood. My jaw clenched as I narrowed my eyes at the girl on the verge of a panic attack. Her bare feet hit the ground running as she shot for me with her arms wide open. I covered her with protection as my arms ran down her bareback.

Her tears wet my shirt as she cried into my chest. I clenched my fists as I pulled her deeper into my safety. After pulling her into the bathroom to gently wipe the blood from her nose, I brought her to our bed to rest. Now she is sleeping, and I am in the gym, letting my fists collide with the bag as I think of Luke.

The scars on my knuckles split open soon after the first collision, staining the bag. John would be pissed, but I needed to feel something other than the ache in my veins telling me to find the piece of shit who put his hands on my girl. I thought laying next to Bo would soothe me, but the more I stared down at the bruise forming on her face, the more I found myself unable to sit still.

As the seven o'clock sun rose over the horizon, it touched the gym with a warm glow. My eyes struggled to focus as the light glared off of the mirror. The heat made me uncomfortable as hitting a bag didn't fix how I felt. Not even after hours of hitting it. Nothing would heal the anger in my veins until my fingers were wrapped around his throat, draining the air from his lungs.

The music playing through my headphones cut off as John's name flashed across my screen. "What?"

He cleared his throat, and his words came out shaky.  "Hey, do you know where Bo is?"

My eyebrows furrowed as I put the phone to my ear. "Why are you talking like that?"

"Well, Luke has a reason to believe she is with you."

"Where are you?"

"The bar," John spoke. "He is threatening Trevor."

"Perfect," I cracked my neck. "I'm down the street."

I knew getting behind the wheel would be a mistake. My hands were shaking, and I knew it would be impossible to control the wheel as I drove down the street. That didn't stop me from reaching for the gun in my glove compartment and tucking it into the band of my shorts. Revenge was flooding my veins, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen.

As I reached the front door of the bar, I gripped the front door without hesitation and ripped it open. The moment I stepped through, I saw him in Trevor's face. Before he could say another word, I shoved him into the counter. When he collided with the wood, a gasp left his mouth. He turned around with anger in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.

"You want to talk shit when I am not here," I shrugged. "Where is that energy now?"

"Where is Bo?"

The second her name came out of his mouth; my fist crossed his face. He spat blood onto the ground as he fell to the ground. John yelled out at me as I pulled my foot back long enough to gain the momentum to drive it into Luke's stomach. A cry of pain left the lips of the boy on the floor.