The Rich Orphan

Chapter 23

 Chapter 23

Eliza’s POV

The moment my body my contact with Alex’s body he was thrown into the wall making a deafening crack as the visible split formed into the concrete. I stood tall and proud I wasn’t ashamed that I could have just killed someone; I knew he would be okay. He was a werewolf. I feel the stares as I focused on Alex waiting for him to get up.

He didn’t, he tried to use his arms and legs to push himself up but only to fall back to the ground, there was a flutter of snickers through rom. I felt my anger increase who did they think they were to judge him? I also felt guilt I had underestimated my power and strength and other people’s fitness.

His eyes made contact with mine and I saw the humiliation burn inside and the frustration because of himself. I slowly walked to him feeling the stares penetrate my every move. I slid my arms underneath his armpits, I felt him freeze in shock. I have not got this close to someone or helped them in a long time. I then pulled him to his feet he rested all his weight onto my body. I started to walk to the door when I heard a growl ripple from Noah’s chest.

  “Where do you think your going?” He snarled.

  “To help Alex.” I answered simply.

  “He doesn’t need help, others will help him.”

  “No you won’t your all too proud.” I snarled, I grabbed Alex by the waist and easily pulled him onto one of my shoulders, I hear an audible gasp from the crowd forming and a groan from Alex. I stormed out of the room. I walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. I pushed the door open and placed Alex on the bed carefully. I left him whilst I grabbed the First Aid kit from under the bed.

  “Are you going to hurt me?” Alex whispered

  “No.”

  “Then why are you helping me?” He frowned. I grabbed the ethanol and cotton buds.

  “Where does it hurt?” I ignored his question.

  “Here.” He indicated by pulling up his t-shirt revealing a bloody and bruised back, they had already started to heal but I needed to clean it before it got infected.

  “This will hurt.”I stated. I pressed the cotton bud covered in ethanol onto the bloody and injured skin. Alex gasped in pain.

  “You didn’t tell me?” He hissed through the pain.

  “What?” I frowned.

  “Why are you helping me?”

  “Because you needed help.” I shrugged.

  “But you didn’t have to help me?”

I sighed this boy was full of questions. I stopped cleaning the wound and faced him.

  “You know I may look horrible and scary but I will always help those who need it.” I explained. I turned to the first aid kit for some cream and bandages.

  “Are you sure you’re nice?” He laughed.

  “How old are you?” I ignored his questions again. I rubbed in the cream that would stop the bruising and started to wrap the bandage around his ribs and back.

  “I am fourteen why?”

  “You look like you’ve grown but puberty hasn’t fully kicked in.” I noted. He blushed, I saw Alex stare at my bite mark and vines across my body, I looked into his eyes but I did not see sympathy or disgust but more of interest and awe; suddenly feeling self-conscious that I wasn’t wearing a t-shirt, I pulled on a plain grey long-sleeve.