Rebel {Shameron Fanfiction}

Chapter 11: My Superman

After a great day at school, I walk out the doors. I then felt someone grabbed me, pinning me against the wall. My head slammed against the wall, making me dizzy. I look up at the horror in front of me, it is the boy who bullies me on Sundays. Only there he was, the infamous boy stood in from of me, gripping my sweatshirt tightly.

"Miss me, church boy," he whispered a harsh tone.

I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to speak, and make him more angry. He smirked and slammed me against the wall, then stepping back. He watched me fall down on the cold dirt that felt like concrete. I felt his foot drill in my stomach. I bite my lip holding in my scream. He drilled his foot in my stomach and picked my up to drill my face.

Blood, bruises, and being beaten more. This venerable state of mind I have, I am quiet on the outside, but I am screaming in the inside. He pins me against the wall again, staring at me with his dead eyes. He smirked and leaned in next to my ear.

"You are a piece of shit," he says gripping my shirt tighter,"No friends, no family, nothing, even if you think you have friends, they are only doing it out of pity."

He made his hand in a fist and was about to drill it into me again. Only I never felt it, I open my eyes and see him pinning the bully against the wall. The bully was squirming, begging for his mercy. Only he was not having any of this and went near the bully's ear.

"I can kill you, right now, there is no cameras," he snarled,"I can end your pathetic life in a blink of an eye."

"No, no, no, please have mercy!" the bully pleaded,"I-I will do anything!"

"Never be near him again, not to a lay a fucking fingernail on him, or you can start digging your grave now," he said growling.

He drilled punches and kicks the bully a couple times. I fell to my knees from being so weak. He came over to me as the bully sprinted away. I felt him picking me up, bridal style. He put me into the passenger seat, putting my seatbelt on for me. I look over at him, who was all tense when he stepped into the car.

"Y-You know you did not have to d-do this," I stuttered out.

"I could just leave you with that-that beast," he said hand tightly gripping the wheel,"If only I was there sooner, then maybe-

"Hey, I am fine," I said cutting him off,"You need to loosen up."

He smirked at me and took hold of my hand. He squeezes occasionally while we were driving my house. I start to ache all over my body. I started to whimper and squirm trying to find a position that makes me comfortable.  I was finally home and I tried to step out of the car by myself, but he stopped me.

"I will help you," he said in a serious tone.

"It is fine, I have already been a burden," I said looking down," I can handle it."

Even though, the pain I feel is unbelievable, but I am afraid to ask for help. I am worthy for his help, I deserve every bit of the punishment I have received. I stay to step out of the car and use the car and something for me to hold on to. He was watching me struggling and had this worried expression on his face.

I felt my knees start to buckle, but I manage to stay up until I arrived at the door. I grabbed my key and was about to put in the door, but he took the key in from me. He then proceeded to open the door for me, and I was about to take a step when he picked me, throwing me over his shoulder.

"H-Hey put m-me down," I stuttered in a whisper.

I was too weak to fight back, so I just let him carry me up the stairs. He set me down on the bed. He then went into my bathroom and came back with some wet tissues. He dabbed the cuts, which made me wince in pain.

"Here, squeezed my hand if it hurts," he said holding out his hand.

I tried not to cry from the pain, so I do not show any weakness towards him. He cleaned my cuts and found some bandages laying around. He carcasses my cheek when he was done. He smiled at me even though I look horrendous.

"There, now I can somewhat relax," he said making me giggle.

I covered my face because a blush was starting to form on my cheeks. He then puts my hands in mine and pulled on to his lap. I started to freak out, my mind started to race when this happened. My whole face turned as red as a tomato.

"No, I am not one of your girlfriends," I said squirming.

"Exactly, I never did this with any of them," He said smiling.

I could not believe he just said that. I was so happy that I was actually different in a good way. I look down at him and smiled. Even though I was as red as a crab, I did not care. I just love starting into his chocolate brown eyes. He makes me smile with that contagious smile of his. It can literally light up the world.

He stares up at me, smiling that infectious smile. He caresses my cheek once more and bites his lip. He runs his hands up and down my body. The effect he has on me is indescribable. My breath hitches and roll my head back. My heart is beating out my chest. Why am I feeling like this? Whatever I am feeling I know it feels so good.

I can not believe he saved me today.

He is my Savior, my Superman.