It's Just A Game

Chapter 44 GFord To The Rescue

"Help! Someone help me!" I shouted before my mouth was silenced with a cloth wrapped from my mouth to the back of my head. I pushed the men who were holding me by the arms but I couldn't escape these people. My heart beating wildly inside my chest. Escape was inevitable.

"Don't resist, Myah. You're just making it difficult for yourself." I felt Jorge's presence near me as he pulled my hair behind so my face was all turned up and looking at them.

"Handle her with care. She's a sensitive one." Nimrod cautioned the rest of his guys and still waiving the gun in every direction.

"What are we going to do with her, Boss?" The guy on my left asked and eyes all gleaming maniacally.

"I don't know yet. This girl is quite a handful." Nimrod touched the side of my face with the length of the gun. "She's a fine piece to look at."

I tried moving my face away from the gun but Nimrod suddenly raised his hand and hit me with the gun's butt. The pain emanated from my cheeks and throughout my face. I almost blackout as I see tiny wiggling things dimming my eyes. I willed myself to be strong, not to break down so easily. Jorge must have let go of my hair coz the next thing I saw upon opening my eyes was the ground and me, kneeling with both arms held by the bad guys.

Suddenly, I heard the commotion from Nimrod's men. The guys let go of my arms and I landed on the ground face first. A lot of groans and cracking of bones from a distance. I managed to crawl a few feet away. I saw a familiar figure against four of the thugs on the ground broken or groaning in pain and faces bloody. Nimrod's eyes all evil but worried at the disposition of his men while pulling Jorge by the arm to stand up. They all started scampering into the dark.

The guy came near as I cocooned myself for self-preservation. "Don't come near."

"Myah, don't be afraid." The voice was all too familiar. "What are you doing alone in here?" There. That voice all annoying and arrogant.

I looked up and moved the hair away from my sight. I saw the familiar tall lanky feature. "GFord, is that you?" I uttered in a hoarse tone, trying to regain my composure.

"Yes, it's me. Were you expecting Edward Cullen?" There he goes with the sarcastic remark. And why was he thinking of that vampire character at all? "Let me help you up." He offered his hand for me to take and was pulled into his warm body.

"Are you okay?" He asked after tilting my face to look into his eyes. I shook my head. I heard him take a deep breath while his thumb graced the left cheek. " It's nasty. It's going to bruise for days."

My body was leaning back on Chase's Audi as GFord tried to check my face and my arms. "Thanks for saving me."

"That's nothing. I seldom come to aid a damsel in distress." It was his quick retort, still layered with sarcasm. "Where are the rest of the team?"

"Still inside. Changing." I can feel the pain the moment my cheek will move. "I was trying to get some air. I forgot to bring somebody with me."

"Can you walk?" He asked again as I try to test my self for balance.

I was silent for a couple of minutes, closing my eyes and opening it again. Yes, I can still see those stars crazily working in the peripheral of my vision. "I can walk. Just a little bit dizzy."

"I'll help you but first let me call my brother." I leaned back again to the car when he moved again and hands tinkering on his phone.

GFord stood straight with the phone on his left hand and pressed to his ear. The other hand placed on the waist. There was silence between us waiting for the other line to pick up. He had it on speakerphone and I can hear the phone ringing.

"GFord, what's up?" Chase crisp voice echoed from the phone.

"I'm in the parking lot of Misty High gym. You're all caught up with your victory and forgot about Myah." His tone was edgy and I can sense his anger.

"Shit!" The other brother swore. "Where's Myah?" The voice automatically displayed worry while murmur erupted in the background.

"Nimrod and Jorge with three other guys cornered Myah here in the parking lot. She's lucky I got here in time to distract them." The older brother narrated. "Or else they beat her to a pulp."

"I'll be there." Chase wavered. His concern hit a chord in my heart.

"No need. I'm taking her to our house. Follow me. Call her parents on the way, make excuses. I know she doesn't want her parents to worry." GFord glanced at me for the meantime and I mouthed thank you. He just nodded. The call ended right away.

GFord came near me and extended his hand to me. Abruptly, he scooped me into his arms and I yelped in surprise. "You don't have to carry me."

"I insist." He said right away not affected by my weight in his arms. My hands linked together by the back of his neck. I complied and nestled my face in the crook of his neck. I don't want to argue. I'm feeling tired. My face ached so much.

The walk to his car this time was short. He put me down to open the door, adjust the back of the passenger's seat and I got in without a word. We were both quiet before GFord placed the key into the car's ignition and handled the way out of the Misty High School. On the other hand, I touched my bruised cheek and felt it numbed.

"Don't touch it. You're going to bruise it more." GFord was leering at me from the driver's seat.

"Eyes on the road." I icily replied while leaning all the way back and closing my eyes.

"Don't tell me what to do." He countered.

"Back at you," I muttered hearing him say something to himself alone.

"Can you at least be tame for some time? Don't go all snappy at me." He wasn't looking at me when he said it but I can annoyance dripping in his voice. "I just saved your life."

"Don't use that as your bargaining chip." I sat up one more time from the reclined passenger seat. "You don't have to rub it to my face."

"I can't imagine how Chase puts up with you." GFord maneuvered in a series of winding roads before reaching their house.

"He can tolerate me unlike you." I don't know but GFord was pissing me off big time. Instead of being grateful, my bitchy side was taking over.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The car suddenly halted in front of Landon's house with an angry GFord making his way out of the car.

I got out of the car on my own without his help. I thought the dizziness has passed but it was still there. I swayed a little but tried my best not to look fragile in front of the GFord but I know I'm failing.

"Why are you so arrogant?" came my squeaky voice looking from left to right then to the person in front of me. "I am grateful for what you have done. I was trying to look for the right words and time. But here you are with your attitude."

"Me? Attitude?! Are you for real, Myah?" GFord's raised both hands in frustration. "I was just concerned. I don't want that bruise to worsen. And here you are all bitchy and nagging me."

That made me stop on my tracks towards the front door but GFord was already there to open it. He sauntered all the way to the living room and must have felt my absence from his back.

"Get inside here." He called out. "Do you want me to carry you still?" He was right. I was being bitchy and unreasonable but he couldn't blame me for my acts.

Bitchy me.