Old habits die hard (boyxboy)

(3) Bloody bigots

Deryk POV

"Don't you freaks dare step over that line, I'm not trying to look like Avery!"
"Gonna try grope us like you did her!?"
"What's wrong, no punching bag you murderer?"
Countless voices were bellowing and drowning one another out, begging to be recognised above all else.
As we got closer to the crowded field the tenstion, aggresion, hatred bubbled throughout the atmosphere like an active volcano. It was vile. Whence you placed yourself close enough to make out clearly some of the statements being shouted, the pungent whiff of sweat, body odor and excessive perfume alike clouded your senses disgustingly, only emphasising the sheer variety and mass of people here.

I looked helplessly back at Kellan, not knowing how to help him only to be greeted by equally helpless eyes. Dropping my grip abruptly as I hear a familiar voice from one of his group shout over the top of the crowd, I finally noticed Delilah being confronted by Joe. Her gorgeous face was coated in an ugly plump pink through distress and crying as Joe's features represented a grotesque image of hatred and lacking guilt.
"Why would you do that to her...? She did nothing! Goddamn nothing! I-I le..."
Sobbing overtook her senses, she was unable to finish her sentence before Joe and peers were mocking and laughing at her with a crippling croak.

Without a second thought I ran to her side, holding her tighter than a dying newborn. My fingers laced through her disheveled hair as my palms pressed tightly to her ears, not letting her comprehend a moment more of their stupidity. Within moments a soggy coating slicked my shoulder where Delilah's face nestled into me, it struck me back to reality so with that my legs began shuffling through the crowd. But we couldn't. We couldn't. Not possible, stopped, twisted, hurled, none of Avery's attackers let us go and by god I was not strong enough to face them. My only current desire is to leave, I never wanted to be here in the first place, it was him. Closer, they invaded our space, only increasing their sadistic howling at our clear struggle.
"What's so wrong huh? Not so brave now are we De..."
No?
No.
No!

By some way or another they figured it out, they figured out those few letters bore on her birth certificate that no longer, nor ever belonged to her. Not to Delilah. That was a foreign name they finished their statement with, I blocked it out wholeheartedly having not heard it since primary school. I hated it, I hated how she hated it, I hated how they used it.

Beyond this their voices became incoherent, resembling no more than monstrous demons walking their path to hell. Feeling like a gruesome bear attack you try to flee from but your flight response has faltered. In a rush of emotion though, there was only one that had the goddamn balls to touch me, me and Delilah. The crowd backing Avery had diminished to barely a whisper above those defending the perpetrator of this still unknown incident, but amongst it all my blurring vision made terrified eye contact with Kellan as her dead name was spoken before I simply melded into my sister to take us into our own minds.

Soon enough a shaky hand hooked my shoulder, looking up I noticed he had hooked Delilah's slightly shorter form too. My already rapid heart rate from stress only increased further, I didn't know him. Not anymore. Despite running to me for support I had no inclination of whose side he took, especially since he didn't dare move a muscle as I left his side. Realisation hit firmly like a ton of bricks, he was moving us towards the aggression, towards his friends, towards the monsters. Defensively I let go of my sister, shoving her somewhat away from him as I tousled and battled my way from his grip, attempted to.
"What the fuck Kellan!?"
My hoarse voice rang hideously, I kicked the bottom of his shin with the feeling of adrenaline pumping through my blood, hearing the quelling of the mob as their attention turned to the first sign of a physical altercation.

"Shit man! I'm not doing anything wrong!"
Like hell. He didn't hit back, but his voice bit me hard enough. I elbowed his stomach as a seething sound escaped his gritted teeth in response, my strength isn't above his but I know my morality is below his. Or at least, I assume it is after everything I dealt with because of him.
"Get the hell off of me, I know what you're trying to do!"
Emphasising my point, I detangled my body from his remaining arm by crouching underneath and hissed my retort up at him, barely meeting even his chest in my crouched position.
"Deryk I swear to god listen to me, come on."
It was clear my defences hadn't either deterred him nor hurt him enough to stop trying as he spoke irritatingly calm.
"Stop it! I'm not messing, please! Ell!"
Absentmindedly an old nickname slipped out in panic whilst his arms restricted my waist, keeping me put. Yet strangely, just with that simple name, he seemed to realise this wasn't a typical scene (not to me at least) and loosened his grip just enough for me to attack him again.