Angelic Innocence

Chapter 3

Winter Phoenix

I'm sitting at the table with the boys who are all joking around about who have had the most head and shit like that.

I don't join in because I can't get this little angel out of my head who has filled even the darkest parts of my mind with her sweet innocence. She is so perfect and I can't help but want all of her for myself and myself only.

I don't know why I'm so possessive of this beautiful small girl who I don't even know but there is something inside me forcing me to want to protect her from harm and the cruelty of this world.

I'm ripped from my thoughts when I hear glass smash on the ground. I look over and I know it's her even though I can only see the back of her.

She is on her hands and knees, with her skirt slightly lifted. I almost get pulled into a trance when I see her perfect round ass and tiny pussy covered in pretty blush pink panties.

I realise the situation and become extremely angry. No one will see what is mine. She is for my eyes only. I look around me to see everyone staring and laughing at my poor angel on the ground who had blood surrounding her hands. I also see Jordan's foot slightly out from under the table and he is staring at my Delilah's flower while smirking. I know he was the cause for this. 

I quickly stand from my seat and block Jordan's view with my large frame before punching him straight in the jaw throwing him to the floor.

I hear the whole dinner hall gasp in shock.

"Yo what are y-" I don't let him finish his sentence.

"DON'T EVER FUCKING LOOK OR LAY A HAND ON HER AGAIN. YOU FUCKING SCUM!" I roar in his face before punching him unconscious, the fighting I do in the nights pays off.

I stand up tall and look around me with a evil look in my eyes daring anyone to look at what's mine. Everyone who was just staring and laughing now have their backs turned and are carrying on as normal. Pussies.

I hear the softest of whimpers and my rage subsides for a moment as I tum to see her now sat on her knees looking at her tiny and delicate hands covered in blood with tears pouring from her doe like eyes.

I rush over to her and pick her up in my arms along with her bag and my stuff. As I do I see fear in her eyes before she passes out in my arms, I carry her out of the dinner hall and to a place I know we will be alone. I take her to a classroom which is now only used a storage. I pick the lock and bring her inside. I look down at her tiny shaking frame and see her cheeks stained with tears and her bloody hands grasping onto my shirt.

I lay her down on the old couch from the office which is in here and watch her as she begins to stir and awaken. Her beautiful doe-like chocolate brown eyes flutter open and she stares at me in confusion and wonder.

"W-Winter?" she asks in a quiet and raspy voice

"Can I see your hands Delilah?" I ask her gently.

She nods her head in agreement, so I reach forward and grasp her small and soft hand in mine and examine the wounds. She has a few scratches that a bit of cleaning, creme and plasters won't fix. God, I'm so angry for what has happened to her. I want to kill someone and Jordan sounds like the perfect fit.

I pick up her other hand whilst looking up at her to see her starring at me with such a soft and innocent expression that I feel my heart tighten at the sight.

As I avert my gaze back to her delicate hand my blood boils once again as I see a deep wound sliced in her palm with a large shard of glass lammed within it.

"Delilah, I have to take you to the hospital." I tell her with a calm voice, I watch as her eyes widen.

"P-Please no, I can't go there!" She begs quietly. I see the fear in her eyes and I do not want to upset her further so I accept her pleads.

"Hey, Delilah its okay" I reassure her as she is visibly distressed. The mention of a Hospital has really upset her and I want to know why but I won't ask questions yet.

When her glossy eyes meet mine she visibly calms down while my breath gets caught in the back of my throat as I look at her reddened cheeks and watery eyes starring at me in so much distress. My poor darling is even perfect when upset.

"How about I fix your wounds? Would you like that better?" I ask her. She nods her head in response seemingly more calm.

"Words Delilah. Use your words for me." I tell her softly.

"yes, you can fix me." she responds nervously with a shaky voice.

I have a stitch kit in my bag. I learnt it's good to have if i need to stitch up some cuts I might have gotten from a fight. I've become very skilled at it after doing it myself so many times.

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