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I run as fast as I can over to the commotion as Enzo hurriedly trys to lift the weight back up of his hand, I hold Sebs hand flat out in mine looking at the damaging. I can see a bone that goes straight down his hand connected with his middle finger his snapped in half, the bone sticks out presses against the skin.
His knuckles are bleeding from the inpacked of the weight, tears stroll down Sebs cheeks. "Seb baby, I'm so sorry. I had no idea your hand was there" Enzos heartbroken voice echous through my ears as flahsbacks of what just happen run through my head, why did Seb do that? "Hank go get Charles" I tell him, Enzos a mess panicking over hoe he hurt Seb, with abbond as strong as ours it could properly mess us up if we had hurt him in such an extreme way.
"Enzo you didn't do it" i tell him trying to calm him down while attending to Sebs hand "what the fuck are you talking about? I just broke his hand with a weight" Enzo says as if angry with himself. I look down at Seb who seems to be in too much pain to hear us, I rub circles on his back hoping it will calm him.
I avert my attention back to Enzo who's still freaking out "Seb put his hand there" I tell him in a softer tone hoping Seb doesn't hear, Enzo look at me as if confused. "What? No his hand was resting on it. I didn't see it, it's my fault" he says angrily. "Enzo I was watching the whole thing.
He waited till you had lifted it then put his hand there" Enzo looks at Seb completely baffled by my statement, "he wouldn't have that. Why would he want to hurt himself" he says still utterly shocked, "this is what i was saying before. I don't think he did it himself, it looked like he was in a transe" I tell him. Suddenly our conversation comes to an abrupt stop as Seb let's out a painkiller yelp that breaks my heart, "its okay, love" I tell him trying to comfort him, I sit down on the bench and pull Seb over to sit on my lap hoping it will distract him from his hand.
"Shhhh your okay, we'll get your hand fixed don't worry" I tell him as he leans against my chest crying in pain. Enzo walks up to us kneeling down infront of Seb "I am really sorry Seb" he tells him leaning his hand out to reach for Sebs knee but Seb moves away taking us both by surprise, "why did you do that" he mumbles out with tear filled eyes. Enzo looks like he wants to cry making my heart ache.
"Seb, Enzo didn't do it. You did. You put your hand there" I tell him with a firm tone, he looks at me confused "no I didn't. Why would I want him to break my hand" he mumbles out. Something inside me boils, someone's somehow controlling our pup and they've made him hurt himself.
The rage inside me only grows as I piece this mystery together. Me and Hank sat with Seb while Charles fixed his hand, Enzo couldn't watch still feeling mostly to blame. It was heartbreaking to hear Seb constantly scream in pain as Charles had to put the bone back into place before bandaging it up tightly.
He out a thin peice of wood above his middle finger to straighten it out before bandaging it, after finishing me headed back up staires where Seb asked if he could sit on the couch clearly not wanting to go near Enzo. I walk into the kitchen to look for Enzo except he's not there, I headed upstairs with Hank beside me looking in all the rooms till we got to his. Enzo was sat on the edge of his bed with his hands tightly in his hair.
"Enzo this is not your fault" Hank says as we sit either side of him. "Even if he did put his hand there I still should have seen it" I can see his point but it's completely absurd. "This was not your fault, say it" I say firmly. He mumbles a reply which I feel is not good enough "again. Louder" "this was not my fault" he says more aloud this time. "Good" I say planting a kiss on the side of his neck, just by touching him there with my lips I could feel the tension the stress had caused.
Hank begins to massage his shoulders making him relax a bit more, I continue to plan small kisses along his jawline till I get to his lips. I gently press mine against his knowing he's too fragile ight now for any roughness, I wait for him to grant access to allow my toungw through letting him feel like the more dominant one between us for a change.
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The Theif
WerewolfSeb an 18 Yr old trouble maker who's gotten into the life of crime to survive on his own. 3 powerful men hold him hostage after he trys to rob them.