"Jay" he cut me off "just because you're in love with her, you can't let her get away with everything" I looked at him shocked, clearly all you can see is panic in my eyes.
he chuckles "don't worry, I won't tell anyone" I look down at my bandaged ha...
"Fuck off dude" I snap without looking at his direction. Then both of my arms was suddenly grab by two guys. I look at the both of them, then back to.. Brandon. Of course it is.
"can't even fight on your own huh?" I scoffed. He clenched his jaw clearly I strucked a nerve.
He then proceeded to punch me, at the same spot where Billie had slapped me. I look back at him and spat blood at his face. And that just earned me another punch towards my abdomen.
"Should’ve kept your mouth shut about the drink" he said before landing another punch that made me kneel to the ground.
I chuckle to my self "you can't fight on your own, you need to spike someone's drink just to get some. What the fuck can you do yourself? Do you need someone to hold your dick up as well?" I don't know what I'm doing provoking this guy, I was so angry.
The other 2 guys let out a small laugh while trying to hide it at the same time. Brandon got even angrier and tried to kick me, but with no one holding me back I managed to grab his leg to pull him down to the ground. And got on top of him, punching him a few times before somebody pull me away and pin me to the ground. Brandon decided to repeatedly stomp on my stomach, then when he saw I couldn't fight back as much the other two joined and kick me all over as well. Minutes felt like hours. Everything was so loud until it wasn't anymore.
Silence...pain..man I'm so tired, I just wanna fall asleep. But I know I shouldn't, I might have a concussion. I slowly sat up, and tried calling Billie. Of course she didn't pick up. So I called finneas. He picked up almost immediately.
"What's uppp dork?" He says cheerfully, damn even breathing is hard. "Is Billie home?" I say breathlessly "Umm yeah, she did not too long ago. In a fucking mood though. Y'all fight?" His voice concerned "Something like that, listen, can you pick me up please. But don't tell Billie anything" I say softly. He understood and I sent him my location. I moved my self slowly, painfully, to a nearby tree and sat underneath it. In case those fuckers come back.
"Jay what the fuck happened!" Finneas widen his eye the moment he saw me. I smile defeatedly with blood all over me. "A few cut and bruises, take me home please? My parents are out of town so we should be good" he helped me up and slowly put me into the car "shouldn't we go to a fucking hospital instead? And then police?!" I sigh deeply and told him what happened as he drive us back to my place.
"I cant believe Billie right now, she knows better, the least she could do is not ditched you. What the fuck" finneas is fuming at this point
He helped me got into my house, up the many many stairs which I regret deeply, and clean me up. "You know, you can't let her do this to you all the time. You're like her emotional punching back" he talks softly, compared to earlier.
"I know, but..." "Jay" he cut me off "just because you're in love with her, you can't let her get away with everything" I looked at him shocked, clearly all you can see is panic in my eyes.
he chuckles "don't worry, I won't tell anyone" I look down at my bandaged hands not being able to look at him "h-how?" He cup my cheeks and tilt my head up "brother always knows, dont worry Billie is clueless about your feelings"
"thanks fin, please don't be too harsh on Billie" he shakes his head and pat my head "get some rest Jay, I'll check up on you tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything. I'll make sure no one steal your bike"
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I don't even know why I bother texting her, seems like she doesn't even care. she didn't even text me that she made it home. It was a thing we always do, texted each other When we've reached home. Especially with me riding bikes everywhere, she was always worried. So I told her, I'll always text her when I reach home. Even when we fight.
