A Bad Boy's Shy Boy

Chapter 10: The Fight

"Gay! Gay boy ! Fag! " he yelled trying to get my attention .
"Come over here !" He said as I looked back at him .
Strangely uncontrollably I walked towards him . He punched me and kicked my sides as I lay on the ground . He grabs  me and turns  me onto my back . He sat on my stomach and pulled out a knife . He held it to my neck . I feel the blade touch my cold skin. I can see it in his eyes thy ed going to do it. Then I see Ethan walk past. He looks t me but doesn't save me. Why? I look back at the boy. He quickly slides to the right slicing me. I bleed and bleed some more but u don't die. The boy walks away from me and Ethan appears again. He still doesn't save me. Instead he like my side and I'm unable to make movements. My body is frozen. Ethan starts to beat me as the blood stop flowing from my neck. I no longer can feel anything anymore. I fear that I'm dead.
"Ethan!" I yell breathing heavily
"What! What?! Are you ok?" He asks sitting up and looking over at me
I try to slow my breathing. I look over at Ethan. He gives me the eyes that tell me everything will be ok. Why would Ethan not save me when I was dying? Why would he beat me? Ethan must have saw the look in my eyes because he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. He knew I needed a minute alone. I needed to get out. I needed some fresh air. I slid out of bed and walked downstairs. It was 12:00 p.m. The sun shined through the windows and made me sleepy. I opened the front door and took in the air. It smelt fresh and crisp. I closed my eyes and breathed. I absorbed the sun and felt the wind beat against my pain skin. I felt arms rap around my waist. I opened my eyes and looked down at the hands around my stomach. I never noticed how perfect Ethan's hands were. To me at least. Ethan pulled me in closer and rested his chin on my shoulder. I paced my hands on top of his hand and intertwined my fingers with his.
"What did you dream about." He asks in a his perfect sleepy voice.
"Nothing. It was just some bad dream." I say shacking my head and avoiding the truth.
"Its cold out here. Come back inside with me." He says tugging on me a little
     I laugh and smile. He pulls me inside and closes the door.
"Ethan are you ok?" I asked noticing something was off.
     I could feel it.
"I'm fine why?" He asks turning to me
      His skin is paler than usual.
"Sit down." I say grabbing his hand and pulling him to a stool by the island in the middle of the kitchen.
     I make sure he's stable before I walk to get him some water.
"I-I'm fine Grayson." He mumbles.
      I grab a cup and fill it to the top with water. I give it to him and tell him to drink it. I rummage through the fridge for food to make a sandwich. I pull out bologna, cheese, ketchup, lettuce, and mayo. I search for the bread and plate. I put everything ok the plate and began to make a sandwich. I check on Ethan every 5 seconds. That's what it felt like at least. He wasn't drinking the water. Just sitting there avoiding eye contact with me.
     I slapped the plate in front of him am pushed the cup closer.
"You gotta eat." I say sounding like a mother when her 4 year old child refuses to eat.
"I'm fine." He says with his words slipping away.
"Ethan eat now. I'm trying to help you. Don't you understand! You've lost to much blood and you're dehydrated. When was the last time you ate huh? Food. Water. Eat. Drink. Now!" I say seriously.
      If I tried to be nice he wouldn't listen. He picked up the sandwich slowly without much energy. He took a bite then drank some water. I pulled over a stool and sat by him. I placed a small kiss on his check and unwrapped his bandages carefully. I got up and wet a rag. I dapped the cuts and ran up stairs to get the Neosporin. When I came back more than half of the sandwich was gone and his cup was empty. I grabbed the cup and got some more water for him. I rubbed the Neosporin on his cuts and rewrapped them carefully. I made sure to kiss the bandages. I move onto the next arm doing every step down to the kisses.
     I sit there in silence with him as he finishes his sandwich and water. When he's done I take his plate and cup and quickly wash them and put them away.
"Hey you know what?" I say leaning on the counter top and looking at him.
"What?" He asks.
"Tonight we should go to one of those little get togethers you have with your friends. You haven't gone to one in a while." I say.
"Really? You want to go to one?" He asks surprised.
"Yes." I say.
"Sure. We can go to one. I just have to find out where." He says.
I smile making him smile.

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Later on that night we got dressed and walked to the party. I was wearing Ethan's leather jacket again and as well as his shirt and one of his beanies. I wore my own plants. He held my hand as we walked. The party was in a big alleyway again. Ethan's friends say hi and greet him. Then I lose him in the crowd. After just 5 minutes I've already lost him! I try to keep away from everyone else but you can't really do that when you're in a big crowd. Then someone bumps into me.
"Hey watch where you're going." A man says.
"Me? You bumped into me. You watch were you're going." I say. Why did I say that. I should have just left it alone. He turns to me.
"What did you just say?" He asks getting in my face. A little thrill rises in me.
"I said watch where you're going!" I said in his face. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me into a wall. He swings at me but I duck and he misses. I slide from under him and kick his feet causing him to trip. I run and he follows. He corners me and takes a swing and this time doesn't miss. He hits me right in the eye. I garb him by his shirt and swing him around to the wall. He pushes me down and gets on top of me. I hear chanting in the background. He swings back and hits me strait in the nose. Before I know it he's pulled off of me and I see Ethan's face. It's all becomes a blur.