Love, Romance And A Boy (bxb)

Part Fourteen - Part Two

Part Fourteen - Part Two

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Scott's jaw clenches, eyes blazing with defiant anger. "Well," he snaps. "I said we don't want any trouble."

The fury in Scott's eyes is palpable. His disheveled hair and clenched fists signal an intense resolve. The room seems to vibrate with his anger.

Damn, he looks intense.

Fernando ducks a punch Scott throws and shoves him back. Scott stumbles, barely catching himself on a bar stool. He shakes his head, charging at Fernando again, but this time Fernando's fist lands squarely in Scott's face. The thud reverberates around the room, and blood bursts from Scott's nose.

Scott wipes the blood away with his shirt, glaring at Fernando through a haze of pain. His jaw tightens with determination.

"Wrong move, dick," Scott growls, lunging forward and tackling Fernando to the ground. They roll violently, fists flying as they crash out of the bar and into the dirt.

Seeing my chance, I wriggle free, but the man holding me tightens his grip, dragging me away. The knife's cold edge presses against my throat. "Looks like you're dying today," he says, the blade hovering dangerously close to my Adam's apple. "What a shame, pretty boy."

My body trembles with fear. I close my eyes, listening to the scuffle behind me. Summoning all my courage, I swing my elbow back, connecting with his groin. He groans in pain, clutching himself.

I try to flee but slip and fall. His smirk widens as he approaches, closing the gap between us. I brace for impact when suddenly, a bottle shatters nearby. I open my eyes to see Alejandro standing protectively in front of me, a grin on his face.

Alejandro extends his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up with surprising strength. I stumble into his chest, my cheeks heating as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"Your beauty is like rain to flowers, flames to a plain, a sight for sore eyes," Alejandro murmurs, his gaze intense. "Even if I were to fall into oblivion, my soul would still yearn for yours."

I blush, speechless. Alejandro chuckles. "No need to say anything, mi amor. I understand you're at a loss for words."

He pulls out a ticket and slides it into my jeans pocket. "Don't ask questions now. First, we need to help your boyfriend."

I open my mouth to correct him, but he's already turning away, heading toward the fray.

Scott is grappling with Fernando on the ground, blocking and throwing punches. Desperate, I grab a beer bottle from an onlooker and smash it against Fernando's head. He stops, glaring at me, and grabs me by the shirt, tossing me onto a nearby table.

The table splinters under the impact, sharp pain exploding in my back. I groan and roll onto my side.

Fernando towers over me, but Scott's fist connects with his face, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Fuck!" Scott curses, shaking his hand. "That fucking hurt."

Scott kneels beside me, a smirk on his face despite the blood. "That was sexy what you did back there," he says.

I chuckle as he helps me to my feet. "Not so sexy when I was thrown into a table."

I examine his face, noting the blood on his shirt and jeans, the cut on his lip, and the bruise forming on his jaw.

"He really did a number on you," I say, wincing as I touch his bruised jaw. His lower lip starts to swell.

Scott shakes his head. "Fuck, that hurt," he repeats. "But I still look pretty hot, don't I?"

Before I can respond, Alejandro appears with a bottle of liquor. He hands it to Scott and ushers us outside. "Go north and keep walking," he instructs, pointing down the forest road. "It's a long walk, but you'll find a shack. You'll know what it's meant for."

He glances at me.

Feeling grateful, I ask, "don't you have a phone we can use?"

"No cellphones here," Alejandro replies with a shake of his head. "The signal's terrible. Now go before my brother wakes up."

I grab his wrist. "What about you? Won't Fernando hurt you?"

Alejandro laughs, shaking his head. "Fernando won't kill his only blood relative."

"Thank you," Scott says, raising the tequila bottle in gratitude. Alejandro gives a small salute with two fingers.

Scott grabs my hand, and we run down the road. We don't stop until we're breathless, the sun dipping low on our fourth day of being lost.

As we stumble along, the exhaustion makes every step feel heavier. The sky, now streaked with hues of orange and purple, seems to mock our struggle.

I glance sideways at Scott, his face illuminated by the fading light. The warmth of his hand in mine is a small comfort in our dire situation.

"Are we even close?" I ask, my voice cracking with fatigue.

Scott glances at me, his face softened by concern. "I hope so. We've come this far. We can't give up now."

We walk in silence, the weight of our experiences hanging between us. The distant house Alejandro mentioned starts to take shape against the horizon.

With renewed determination, we push forward, each step a testament to our resilience.

As we approach the house, the night begins to envelop us. Relief washes over me as I spot a shack. We reach the door, and Scott knocks with a sense of urgency.

I can't help but feel a wave of relief mixed with the lingering adrenaline from our escape. The night's trials have tested us, but here, in this moment of respite, I realize that Scott and I have grown closer through our ordeal.

We collapse onto an old couch, the exhaustion of our journey finally catching up with us. I look at Scott, who's already starting to drift off. Despite everything, a small smile tugs at my lips.

"Thanks for sticking with me," I whisper, feeling a deep sense of gratitude.

Scott mumbles something incoherent in response, but his hand still holds mine, a silent promise of support and companionship.

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