Flower Child

Chapter Two

Fabian's P.O.V

I was walking home from school. I'm in college. I just got off campus when I heard yelling. It sounded awful

and loud. I went over to see what the riot was, and when I got there, the most horrifying sight washed over

my eyes. Five...no six. Six men were beating up some guy who looked innocent and......

"HEY!!" I yelled.

They didn't hear me. They just kept beating the poor boy up.....and her was already...UNCONSCIOUS..

They were gong to kill him. My god...

"HEY!!" I yelled again, running over to get them away. The lead guy looked up, and once he saw who I was

he stopped immediately. The other boys stopped too. They knew who I was. I am a professional Kung Fu

and Karate arts. I do MMA fighting. Mixed Martial Arts. It's not like boxing and punching. It's Karate and

Kung Fu and a whole bunch of other martial arts mixed in one.

"Bryce...that's..." Started one of the boys.

"I KNOW who it is!!" He spatted.

"Leave. Now." I said with hatred in my voice.

They ran before I even said "now". They were out of sight in seconds, I ran to the boy and kneeled down

next to him.....he was the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen:

His hair was shoulder length, but tied back into a tight bun. And.....flowers....itty bitty little flowers, were
braided into his hair. His hair was a sepia brown with blonde highlights.
His eyes....they are closed so I don't know what colour they are. But I bet they are beautiful.
He had cherry red lips that you could mistake for lipstick, but you can definitely tell they were natural.
So plump....so kissable....he was so gorgeous it did my heart pain, to see him all beat up like this.

What did this poor innocent boy do to deserve this kind of hatred? Nothing. I bet nothing.

People are just assholes.

He looked awful, but breathtaking at the same time: His nose was bleeding, his right eye was swollen, his
bottom lip was busted, and his forehead had a small cut on it. I stroked his cheek, tears were streaming
streaming down his face. My heart shattered. I whispered softly to him.

"Don't worry sweetheart....." I choked on my words a little..."I won't let anyone touch you ever again..."

Hatred and anger filled my heart. I was going to MURDER those bastards that done this boy wrong.
MURDER them.

I gently lifted up the boy. He was surprisingly light. I carried him all the way to my house. I live twelve
miles from the university campus. I usually take a taxi home but I didn't want anyone to see him. It took
me an hour to reach my house but I didn't care. I would walk across the universe and back just to see the
boys face.

When I got home, I went through the front door, took me a minute cos' of the boy, then carried him to the
sofa. I gently laid him down, then went upstairs to find a washcloth. When I got the washcloth, I went back
downstairs and went into the kitchen and ran the cloth under warm water. Then I went back into the living
room and kneeled down next to the sofa.

I started to gently rub his face with the washcloth, cleaning up all the blood and dirt from his face. I gently
dabbed his bottom lip, cleansing the cut his lip held. I got up and went back into the kitchen to rinse the
cloth off. I watched as the blood went down the drain. I felt hot tears stream down my cheeks. I didn't bother
to wipe them away. I walked back into the living room and kelt down again.

As I wiped the rest of the blood and dirt off his face, I saw his chest move faintly up and down. The way he
breathes was even beautiful. When all he blood and dirt was gone, I got up, went to the kitchen, and washed
the cloth off again. Then I threw it in the laundry basket that was lying in the hallway that lead back to the
back door. I went back into the living room and walked over to wear the boy was currently laying. I knelt
beside him. His face had a calm expression. His lips....were SO perfect.

I smiled softly at him, and stroked his cheek. His cheek was silk to the touch. I looked at him one more time
before I gently picked him up and carried him upstairs to my bedroom. My bedroom door was already open
so that made everything much easier. I gently laid the boy down on my bed, then changed into my pajamas:
A T-Shirt and boxers. I bruised my teeth, then flossed. After I was done I turned off the bedroom light and
walked over to my bed. I crawled in, pulling the comforter over me and the boy. I laid there still for a second
before turning over and facing the boy. I smiled softly stroking his cheek. I gently kissed it, before laying back
down.

I scooted closer to him, and wrapped my arm around him.

"So beautiful." I whispered, before falling asleep with him in my arms.