Imagine Us in Heaven

Farewell

[TW: This part contains content that some might find disturbing, reader's discretion is advised]

Although we are outnumbered and our enemies are bigger, that doesn't mean we can't fight. Besides, all these guys are brutes with no brains at all.

After knocking down Paige's father, I kick one of his assistants on the kneecap, then punch him in the face to make sure he won't get back up again. Everything is in chaos as I see my brothers fighting their way against the goons. One of them has gotten a hold of Ivor, but he kicks the one in front of him and headbutts the other. I almost cackle because he does it the wrong way and nearly faints. Good thing Dane is right behind him and knocks the other out with a chair.

Paige looks horrified, but a guard is standing beside her, pulling her to the side.

"You!" I yell at her. "Call it off!"

Instead of listening to my words, she points at me and asks one of the guards to attack me. What the hell is wrong with this girl? I think. If she isn't trying to get me to date her, she'd be forcing me to marry her! Anyway, I have no choice but to fight back. Otherwise, these goons will overwhelm us even before one of us manages to call the police.

I'm in that situation when Paige's father finally wakes up and sees me. He instantly hits me with something solid—I think it might be a wooden plank. Whatever it is, it knocks me right back, and I fall to the ground.

"Blythe!" I hear Ivor call, but they can't get closer to me. Paige's father hovers above me, his expression leering. I feel a fit coming on, and as soon as I start coughing, I can't stop.

"You fucking little shit!" He kicks me right in the stomach, and I feel my body tremble with each movement. My lungs feel so heavy like something hard is pressing on them.

"Stop!" Dane is also desperate, but someone hits him from behind, and he kneels on the ground. I see him get back up and kick that person in the groin.

"You and your brothers are a problem!" Paige's father finds another wooden plank from somewhere, making even his daughter's eyes widen in fear.

"Daddy! Don't hurt him—"

"Oh, shut up! It'll be easier for this moron to marry you when he's crippled and helpless," the man sneers.

Dane screams, "Don't touch him! Blythe—"

I don't know what's happening. I'm just lying there, unable to breathe. My chest feels heavy, and my throat feels constricted—everything is just a blur. I lie there and see him raise the plank above his head. There's no doubt he's planning to bring it down on me or whichever part of my body he chooses to hit. I feel numb to the core, unable to move or even defend myself.

Suddenly, a light hovers from above, and a loud, shrieking sound I've never heard before scares even our enemies. They all take a step backward, aghast at what they're seeing or looking at.

"Are you guys still alive?!"

Wait, was that Gavin?

It's indeed Gavin and Carlos who've arrived with weapons in hand. Carlos is big and imposing, just like the goons, and just as frightening. He quickly joins my brothers and knocks out one of the brutes in a single move. Ivor looks impressed.

Before anyone can come to my aid, I see wings protectively embracing me as arms pull me up.

"Winter," I gasp. "You shouldn't be here..."

But it's too late, and I don't think he'd want to be stopped either. He glares at Paige, her father, and the goons who hurt me. I've never seen him so angry. Even with that emotion, he's still so enchantingly beautiful.