Collide (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

[13] Vivid Rage

DYLAN O'BRIEN POV:

There were definitely not enough words to describe the anger that I was feeling. I was burning with rage, the madness inside of my growing with every passing second. I became absorbed, oblivious to the words Charlotte was saying. I heard her yelling at me to stop, begging for me to go home but her words vanished in thin air. All I wanted to do now, all that was on my mind, was beating the crap out of the guy that had abused my girl. The guy that had even dared to lay a finger on her. I was so far in the state of anger that I was thinking about buying a gun and shooting his fucking head off. There was no more stopping me now, Brad Moore was going to pay. It had only cost me one phone call to figure out who this jackass was, were he lived, what he studied, how old he was. Brad Moore, 22. Film and screenwriting student, second year. Has a dorm at the school. Block B, room 205. That meant the students complex at the rear end of the school, second floor, room five. I ran over the campus, my feet digging into the muddy ground with every step I took. Charlotte ran behind me, tried to grab me but she wasn't strong enough. I heard her yelling how she didn't want me to get into trouble but honestly I didn't care anymore. I was blinded with rage. All I cared for was revenging my sweet love, giving Brad what he deserved. I abruptly stopped when I came to the B block. I clenched the cold metal of the door handle in my hand and took a deep breath before pushing it down and pulling the door open. I almost flew over the stairs and ran into the hall. Just knowing that I was so close to the fucking pervert that had touched my girl was enough to sent me over the edge. I scanned the hall and when my eyes landed on room 205 I lost it. I ran towards the green painted, wooden door and with one smooth move I kicked it in. I heard Charlotte yelling my name a few more times my vision became blurry. I saw him sitting there, on his bed, watching some lame TV-show. He looked up at me, clearly shocked that I'd kicked in his door.

"You fucking-" I hissed but I didn't give myself a chance to finish that sentence. In no time I'd thrown the boy on the ground and climbed on top of him, beating the absolute living daylight out of him. My fist connected to his jaw over and over again. Blood dripped from his nose and the wound that had formed on his cheek. I kept hitting him and I heard him moaning in pain. Suddenly my body was being pushed against the ground and by my surprise it wasn't by him but by the small frame of my sweet Charlotte. She pressed her body against mine, holding me down. "Charlotte, let me go!" I shouted. Her body stiffened with my words and I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She was afraid of me.

"Please Dylan, stop." She begged. "Please." The frightened look in her eyes calmed the rapid pace of my heart. My breathing slowed and the seething anger was replaced by guilt. Not towards him, but towards her. I didn't regret for a second that I'd hit him but what I did regret was that I'd been so violent right in front of her. She'd seen a person that was not me but it was obvious that she'd never get that image out of her mind again. Her eyes were watery, making my heart break into a million pieces. I reached out for her and cupped her face in my hands, wiping away the tears that laid on her cheeks with my thumbs. She flinched with my touch, almost backed away.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered. I stared at her. I wanted her to know that I was sorry. She slowly let go off me and got up.

"We need to go." She said, her voice breaking into a million pieces. She offered me her hand and pulled me up. Brad was still conscious. His hand pressed against his nose as he tried to stop the bleeding. He looked up at me, fear clear in his eyes. I felt my jaw tighten as I looked back at him. Charlotte squeezed my hand, signing me that she wanted to leave.

"You better be damn grateful that I found you first." I spat. "If it had been her brother you wouldn't have been so damn lucky."

"You're gonna regret this pretty boy." Brad snapped at me. "I wonder what your fans will think of you if they found out you beat up an innocent guy." The dirty smirk on his face made me wanna kill. Charlotte's grip on my hand tightened, she knew I was about to lose it again.