Cash P.O.V.
I stood in shock staring at Cody. Did Sky even break up with him?
"What are you doing here?!?" Cody yelled at me.
"I think you should be asking that to yourself." I said, anger boiling inside of me.
"You're the jerk that let Sky get hurt! You don't deserve her! She hates you! She's with me now, and I'm not gonna let you push her around!" Cody practically screamed at me.
"Cody, it-" Sky started, but I cut her off.
"Sky, stay out of this. I know you probably do hate me, but we were just fine! Just a second ago we were watching Cartoon Network and eating Skittles, and now I'm finding out you have feelings for him? Are you just using me?"
"Of course not! But I will admit I do have feelings for Cody, too! But that doesn't mean I hate you! Why are you acting like this?!?!" Sky screamed at me.
"Acting like what?!? I thought you were my girlfriend, not his! You don't think I should stand up for you?!?" I yelled at her.
"Maybe you shouldn't be with her. She obviously doesn't like you, and you shouldn't go screaming off at her! What's wrong with you?!?" Cody said, interrupting.
"So this is all my fault?!? You're the one barging in here at 11:00 pm!" I yelled.
Suddenly I felt a fist connect with my jaw.
Sky P.O.V.
Before I knew what was happening, blood was pouring out of Cash's mouth. Of course I was angry with him, but I didn't want him hurt!
"What the heck was that? Why did you even show up here?!?" I yelled at Cody, my eyes filling with tears.
"Well, it doesn't matter now. You have a boyfriend that you hate. That was your decision. Good luck." He said, then punched Cash in the stomach, and left.
"CASH!" I said, running over to him.
He was now laying on the ground, holding his stomach.
"Cash nothing Cody said was true! I'm so sorry!" I said, tears falling down my checks landing on Cash's shirt.
I examined his jaw, which was still bleeding.
"Cash, we need to take you to a hospital." I said, reaching for my phone to call 911.
"Hurry..." He said.
I dialed the police and they said they would be there soon.
"Can you move?" I asked him, lifting up his shirt to examine his stomach.
"I think.... My ribs.... Their broken..." He said, barley able to breathe.
Soon the police came and put Cash onto a stretcher. The rolled him into the ambulance.
"Is he gonna be ok?" I asked.
"Hard to tell, he's losing alot of blood, and his ribs are broken. He might be out for a while." One of the officers told me.
I slowly backed up, and watched as the ambulance carried Cash to the hospital.
