Mini A/N: The title is a line of lyrics from Safe and Sound by Capital Cities. Also, starting on Fridays, I will be uploading parts for another story called "Awakening". These stories are unrelated and uploading the new story should not affect this story in any way, so be sure to check it out when it's up.
I hear the bell go off and the door swing open.
"Evie, come on! I'm gonna take you and Ben home." Tommi says. I see his car parked out front, so I follow him out and get into the front passenger's seat of the car.
"I though you said Ben was here?" I say, confused. I really needed to see Ben now. What I wouldn't do to just be able to hug him.
"Gee, Evie, I didn't know I was completely invisible." Ben groans, but tries to laugh at his attempt of a joke.
"OH MY GOD! BEN!!!" I screech, climbing out from the front seat and into the back, where Ben was laying on the floor of the car.
"EVIE!" Tommi yells, clearly upset. He's rubbing his ear. Oh. Oops. I had screamed right in his ear on my way to the back seat.
"Sorry" I say to him before looking back at Ben. "What did they do?" I ask him, concern threatening to make my voice waver.
"I'll tell you when we get home." He says, groaning as he rolls over a bit to see me better.
"Despite what you may think, we do, in fact, live in separate houses." I say chuckling a little when he pouts.
"I think you're going to have to help me up all of those stairs in order to get to my room." He replies with a coy, flirtatious smile. I know I shouldn't, but I'm laughing at how gosh darn cute he's being.
We continue with our banter, recieving eye rolls and such from Tommi until we reach Ben's house. I go to help him up, but with my weak pull on his arm, Ben's face turns white and his smile is replaced with a look of pain. I realize that he must really be hurt to have that kind of reaction. Tommi helps him up off the floor of his car and we both walk him inside his house.
"Evie! What're you doing back here?" Melanie asks in an implying tone. Her face was lit up to see me, but that soon faded when she turned her gaze to her son. She looks back at me with a mix of worry and anger and asks "What the hell happened?"
"I don't entirely know." I answer truthfully. "I just know there was most likely a fight and Ben is in a lot of pain." We all guide Ben to the couch. Melanie gets a washcloth, a first aid kit, and several soft ice packs, and begins to immediately clean Ben up. Tommi, feeling out of place, decides to head home. I be sure to that him, he's been so helpful and supportive today. She leaves, giving me instructions to try to get his shirt off so she can see what's wrong with his shoulders.
"Quit trying to undress me Evie, now's not the time." he says through a groan as I tried to coax his arm out of the sleeve.
"Great comedic timing, Benny." I mimic the way his mom says 'Benny'. He laughs a little, but it's strained against the pain.
"Evelyn, you can go up to the guest room for the night. I think Benny needs some time to rest." I hear a sickening pop and a loud cry as I get up to leave. Looking back, I see Melanie holding Ben's shoulder, with her knee in his back. Ben's face is wet with tears. Dang, I knew Melanie was strong and good with medicine, that's how she and my mom first met, but it still surprised me. It surprised me that she would relocate Ben's shoulder without any warning like that. I turn back to go upstairs. As much as I wanted to be with Ben, he needed his rest, and I was exhausted. The only thing allowing me to sleep tonight was the knowledge that Ben was safe and, aside from some awful scratches and bruising, he was okay.
A/N: Yay! Ben's alive! No violent acts against me are needed! Or are they?
Comment what you think will happen next.
What about school tomorrow? Will Ben and/or Evie go? Would Erik and his gang even show up? I bet Liam feels a bit out of the loop on these events, and knowing Liam (aka gossip queen), being out of the loop is something he's not too fond of.
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