Love That's Sweet

Chapter Five

Lucas POV

An Unexpected Turn of Events

"HEY!!!" Some old lady suddenly yelled out of nowhere.

I'd recognize that loud voice anywhere... Kim!?

Looking up, I saw it really was her.

Is she crazy? What's she going to do?

"Unless you boys want to spend the night in jail, I suggest you all scram. RIGHT NOW! The police are already on their way."

Kim's threat was heard loud and clear, and as quickly as they had shown up, those filthy thugs ran off. Relieved, and relatively unharmed, I got back up, trying to lift Eric back on his feet. With the coast clear, Kim ran up to us to help.

"Kim, you didn't need to call the cops." I teased. "I had everything under control."

"Oh I didn't." She replied.

Really Kim?

"Should I call an ambulance for your friend though?" She asked, noticing the bruises on Eric's face. "He's hurt pretty bad."

"He's not my friend." I replied, gesturing at him to jog her memory. "Kim meet Eric."

"Eric?" She immediately let go. "Shame on you! How dare you attack my employees."

"It's okay," I reassured her, holding her back before she left even more marks on him. "I don't think he'll be hurting any more of your employees for a while."

"Well, what are you going to do with him?" She asked, as I got him back on his feet.

Eric was still conscious, but stayed completely silent.

"I'll just take him back to my house," I suggested, throwing his arm over my shoulder so I could semi-carry him there. "What's the worst that could happen?"

Even though I didn't live that far away, it had already gotten dark by the time we reached my neighborhood. It took that long for Eric to finally respond too.

"Why?" He asked, barely able to speak.

"Speak up, cause I can't hear you."

"Why?" Eric continued asking. "Why'd you help me?"

"Just consider yourself lucky and forget about it."

"You didn't have to bring me all the way to your house," he explained, shamefully.

"Now you tell me?" I replied back. "We're already here."

"Thanks."

"If you really want to thank me," I replied back, "then you should try and put a bit more effort in your step. Come on, my house is just around this corner."

Finally, I was home. Setting Eric on the couch, I entered deeper in the dark house in search of a first aid kit. No one was home yet, neither of my parent's would be back for a while. With the kit in hand, I returned to the living room to find Eric trying to limp out of the house.

"Oh no," I cried out, pulling him back on the couch. "You're not getting out of this one."

Staring back at me, he was still speechless, too weak to make a comeback. Unfortunately for him, there was little more he could do than sit back and let me take care of him. At this point, I began to realize he was weak and defenseless, and I could tell he was scared. This must have been the first time he felt this way, probably. I could see it in his face. He knew, just as well as I did, that this could be my chance to do something horrible to him, to get my revenge for earlier. I could feel him trembling.

"So who were those thugs?" I asked him, trying to calm him down and show him I wanted peace. "They said they've been looking for you. What did you do to piss them off like that?"

"They're just a bunch of scum." He replied, turning away so I wouldn't see his face squirm every time I touched one of his bruises.

"Yeah, I could see that myself."

"I beat their leader up." He finally answered the question.

"Why?"

He paused, unsure how to answer this time.

"No reason. I was mad, and he happened to get in my way."

Figures.

"Well, they didn't seem to be from around here."

"I don't know where the fuck they're from, but when I get better, I'm gonna—" He tried to get up, but fell back from a sudden burst of pain.

"Yes, I'm sure you will, tough guy," I replied, holding him down, so he'd try and relax, "because you did such a great job handling them today. I'm sure next time will be different..."

This was no good, all his anger and frustration was only causing him more harm, but he wouldn't listen. I could feel just how tense he was getting by holding on to his hand, which he kept tightly closed in a fist. If I didn't do anything soon to calm him down, he might have exploded on me. Maybe that's why I did what I did.

He never saw it coming, but he didn't really fight back either, not that he probably could. I kissed him, right in the mouth, softly in order not to hurt him even more. It did the job. It calmed him down. It was only meant to be a quick peck, but, for some reason, it turned into more than just a peck. Before I knew it, I was really getting into it, and so was he.