Falling for a Cloud

Chapter 20

*Lia's P.O.V*

When I found Sam in our bathroom, my brain filled with every horrible thing he's ever put me through, all the lies he ever told me, every piece he had broken off me and that Jc has had to sweep up and glue back into place.  All the walls I had to rebuild because of that little bastard.  Everything.  So I told him to get out.  I told him to go before I had Jc beat the living shit out of him and-

  "Damn Lia, never thought you'd be such a bitch to someone you fell in love with." Sam smirked.  He smirked right as he looked into poor Jc's eyes and that's when he snapped.

Before I could register, Jc had Sam pinned to the tile floor with his fists colliding with each of Sam's jawbones, first Sam's left, then his right.  Over and over.  I watched in awe as blood began to seep from Sam's nose as he just lay there, not even retaliating.  But then I began to think, if Jc hurts Sam too bad, Jc would go to jail for sure.  There's no doubt in that. 

My knees hit the slick floor and I rapidly pull on Jc's arms, hands, his shirt even.  Anything I can get a hold of.  I push my arms between their two bodies and try to pry them apart and then I put my head and shoulders in between, trying to create as much space as possible between the unconscious man and Jc.  He breathes heavily and his face is sweaty.  There are tears in his eyes, and blood on his hands.  His head falls into my chest and all I can do is comfort him.  Sam and him were best friends.  Then something in Sam changed that made Jc loathe him.  The way Sam breathed, and the way he bragged; the selfish way he was and the cold way he talked.  It was almost as if Sam had become the evil brother and Jc had stayed the noble prince he was.  All Jc was trying to do was defend his kingdom.  My eyes land on one of the pools of blood that hadn't yet been soaked up by the absorbent polyester of Sam's old t-shirt.  

*Jc's P.O.V*

All I was focused on was beating those horrible words out of Sam's mouth.  The pure evil he had become was too much for me.  Lia came between Sam and I somehow, and I through all the blurriness, through all the chaos, through all the tears, and even through my eyelids that I had screwed shut, I saw her face.  She was scared; and it was all because of me.  What the hell was I doing?  I was scaring the one person I was trying to protect, I was beating the shit out of Sam; someone who I used to call my brother.  What the hell, Jc? I collapse into Lia's chest and I sob into her shirt, my tears soaking into the fabric as her blonde hair sticks to the tear stains on my cheeks.

"Holy shit.. I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry." I whisper, Lia has no idea what to do or say, and I can't blame her on that one. 

"We should probably get him to a hospital, huh?" she's staring at the wall, emotionless.

I get up and wipe my tears of my face.  I need to hold it together.  I pick Sam up, he's no longer conscious.  I get halfway out of the bathroom-

"You coming?"

"Yeah, um just let me.. Um.  Clean, this, up a little bit before we go." she gestures to the blood and I just nod.

Of course, I feel horrible.  Of course I want to fix what I've just done.  I just, can't.  At this point, I can't fix shit.  I mentally broke Lia,  I physically broke Sam.  I try not to look at him, not directly at least, I feel like shit.  I kind of want to throw up, but, I don't think I should.  Lia would try to clean it up and I think she'd hate me; I think she does hate me.  I mean, she has every right to.   I'm a douche-bag.  Like who the hell does this to someone they love? No one decent, that's who.  Lia walks out of the bathroom and her eyes are puffy, I made everything so horrible for her.  I put Sam in the back seat, Lia sits in the passenger seat, and I open my mouth to speak, but I'm cut off by her passive-aggressive earbuds she's shoved into her ears.  I deserve not to here her voice right now, but damn, I need it right now.