Amore Proibito

Chapter Five.

Iridiana's POV

Leland's grandma of course starts to freak out the second we walk into her house, instantly noting her grandson's face, as he and Sean, who's name I finally asked for, carry in a groaning Isaiah into their small two bedroom home.

"What happened!?" Ms. Taylor exclaims, rushing out of the kitchen and into their small living room.

"Sorry, grams, we didn't know where else to take him," Lee points down to Isaiah on the couch, who's struggling to get comfortable as he pushes himself up. "Some guys started jumping him in the locker room and he's afraid of his dad finding out."

"As they should be," Ms. Taylor quickly scoffs and is reaching for her grandson's face, tilting it to the side. "My god Leland, how the hell did you get involved?!"

He quickly pulls his face away from his grandma's touch, "it was five against one, grams, I wasn't going to leave him alone."

She inhales a deep breath, "go get me the first aid kit," she tilts her head towards the hall.

He nods and is taking off a second later.

"Uh, I'm gonna go if you don't need me anymore," Sean mumbles under his breath, looking over in my direction.

I nod placing my hand on his arm, "thank you, Sean, we really appreciate it."

"No problem," he smiles and is quickly dismissing himself, leaving a second later.

"I'm so sorry for always having to barge in on you, Ms. Taylor. I promise as soon as his cousins-"

"Oh stop it honey, you know my house is your guys house," she smiles, walking over to Isaiah. "My door is always open no matter the outcome. Isaiah, baby, I need you to lay on your back," she places a hand on the back of his head, her other one on his hand. "Grab his legs."

I do as told. I lean down to grab Isaiah's legs, putting them on the couch as Ms. Taylor helps him lay on his back and he's instantly hissing in pain.

"Where does it hurt?" She questions.

Isaiah's hand immediately goes to his side.

"Here, grams," Leland rushes over with a small red bag.

She takes it from his hand, "get me a big bowl of warm water, the peroxide, alcohol, and a small rag, Lee."

He nods, taking off a second later.

"Here," she pulls in her coffee table closer to the couch. "Sit, hold his hand."

"I'll make sure that you get compensated for today's help, Ms. Taylor."

"Stop it," she smiles, sitting beside me. "Isaiah does more than enough for Lee and I. Luckily I still remember how to clean out some pretty deep cuts from my CNA days."

Isaiah begins to shake his head, "we can't stay here," he rasps through his pain, looking in my direction. "This is the first place he'll come look."

I squeeze onto his hand as Ms. Taylor begins to pour some alcohol into the bowl of water, along with the peroxide.

"It's just until Irvin and Xaden get out of school, Iz. We'll figure it out."

He shakes his head, trying to sit back up and I'm immediately pushing him back out.

"My grandpa- doesn't come back until Sunday, I'll just stay at his house."

"And what are you gonna tell your dad when he starts looking for you, Isaiah?!"

"I doubt he'll even notice I'm gone," he grumbles.

"Your mother will."

"Okay," Ms. Taylor jumps into the conversation. "This might sting a little, Isaiah."