Don't Embarrass Me || Twisters

12 || Dognapping

(Unedited, 4288 words)
Trigger Warnings: Cursing, Fighting, Mentions of an eating disorder, Mentions of PTSD
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Somehow, I make it to the chaotic scene before anyone else— even my dog.

Amidst the flashing lights, people are scattering and making room for me to filter through the crowds to make it to the center of the panic. There, standing in the middle of the circle created by the worried onlookers, I find Hannah with her left hand holding a fistful of Scott's jacket while her right is balled into a fist, hitting him repeatedly as he protects his face and yells curses at her.

"Hey!" I yell, running to Hannah and grabbing her around the torso. I can hear her cursing in French and screaming nonsense at Scott, but what worries me is the fact that she is crying, and that Kate is nowhere to be found— the same being true for Dominic. "Hannah, stop!"

"Fuck you!" she screams at the top of her lungs, kicking her legs out against my weight as I pick her up to pull her back. Her shoes fling mud and she still manages to kick debris at Scott, who stands stunned several feet away as I work to increase the distance between them. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" She carries on like this for several seconds, her elbow striking my face accidentally as she squirms while I continue to pull her back.

"Scott!" Javier snaps, standing between my teammate and his. "What's going on?"

"He yelled at Kate!" Hannah answers for the stunned Storm Par worker as I set her down on the ground and hold onto her like an angry child. Javier turns to us as I manage to wrap my arms around hers and hold her still. Regardless of my grasp, she squirms and shouts as tears streak down her face. "He yelled at her and she left!"

"Hannah," I beg, trying my best to hold her upright. "Calm down."

She's really upset about this...

"She left?" Tyler asks quietly while Javier looks from us to his teammate, searching for answers.

"Calm down," I say again, and Hannah crumbles to the ground, hitting knees first and immediately leaning forward. "Talk to me. What's going on? What's happening?" Tyler joins us while Javier starts talking to Scott in a hushed tone. I keep my eyes on my teammate and try to make her sit up.

I've never seen her this upset about something.

"She was... he... she asked him... he... dammit," Hannah cries out, shaking her head back and forth.

"Hannah!" I plead, grabbing her shoulders and forcing myself into her line of sight. Bloodshot blue eyes look at me as tears spill over her eyelids and her shaky breaths spread across my face in short bursts of warmth and desperation. "Hannah... what happened?"

"She went to... to talk to him about... Riggs... Riggs, and... they... they stated... yellin'... and I went over to... I went over to... they were shoutin' and screamin'..." She can't get the full story out, and what she's saying isn't making much sense. I shush her gently and she grabs onto the front of my shirt, pulling on the fabric as she shakes her head.

Something's wrong.

Something's very, very wrong.

"Tyler, stay with her," I say quietly. He hums as I pry Hannah's hands off of my shirt and immediately stand up, whistling for Fika to get behind me. My dog listens, even as he whines and howls for Dom— who is still nowhere to be seen.

I make my way over to Javier and Scott and push my way past the first so I can look the second in the eyes. He looks at me with an uninterested expression, but as soon as Fika realizes who we're with, he places himself between us and pressed back into my legs, growling up at Scott. The Storm Par co-owner doesn't like that very much.