Understand Me

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Thomas' POV

You know how they say that you can see your life flash before your eyes in certain moments, well that's exactly what happened. Every moment that I found important or held close to my heart suddenly appeared in my mind. Teresa was in one of them, our kiss. But I didn't let that moment we had distract me of the real problem.

I felt so many emotions boiling inside of me, building up inside, ready to explode at any moment. I looked at Aris I struggled to keep a blank expression as my mind races with millions of thoughts. When he finally looked at me, he had a cocky grin on his face. When I saw him something inside of me, snapped. It was now or never. Fight or die.

I turned ny gaze to the open doorway and started slowly walking toward it. Three steps and I'd halved the distance. Teresa had straightened, her arms tensed as if she knew I was about to cause trouble. Aris kept his weapon trained on my neck, pushing it deeper as we walked.

I concentrated on taking one step after another. Planning what I could do to save myself. Aris stood directly to my left, just two or three feet away. Teresa was behind him, out of sight, the open doorway and the odd silver room with walls covered in holes right in front of me. I had I distract him with something of his past, something at he has mentioned before.

I stopped, looked sideways at Aris. "What did Rachel look like as she bled to death?" It was a gamble, a pitch to throw him off.

Shocked and hurt was his expression, Aris froze, giving me the exact split second I needed. I jumped towards him and swung my left arm to knock out the knife out of his hand. I slammed my right fist into Aris's stomach as hard as I could, sending him to the ground, trying to suck in a breath. I started to kick him over and over, harder each time, my adrenaline kicking in.

Teresa's POV

I reached down for the knife as quickly as I could. If Tom continued to beat Aris like he was he'd kill him in an instant. That seemed to grab his attention because he stopped kicking Aris and he looked over at me. Suddenly I found myself charging Tom and before either of us could stop me I hit him in the head with the butt of the knife. His body went limp as he fell to his knees. But being how he is, stubborn, he tried to get up.

I hit him again, yelling at him "Thomas stop! You'll kill him!" He collapsed once again but this time he didn't move. Every possible thought ran through my head. Did I kill him? What just happened? Why am I doing this? I saw him move and I knelt down next to him. Blood. Blood oozed out of his skull, a small crimson pool slowly started surrounding his head. I heard Aris groan and I quickly wiped my hands and lifted the knife again. At the same time Tom rolled over onto his back and looked straight at me.

"Get in the room, Thomas," I said through heavy breaths, trying to hide my shaking breath. "Get in the room or I'll hit you again. I swear I'll keep doing it till you pass out or... bleed to death." The last part slipped out I honestly don't know where it came from.

I didn't notice but Aris had recovered and gotten back to his feet; and I found him standing right next to me. Tom reared both legs back and kicked out, connecting with our knees. We both screamed and crumpled over, Aris falling on top of me. We both stumbled to get back up on our feet. Tom, barely pushed a few inches off the ground when Aris landed on his back, slamming him down. Soon the boy's arm wrapped around Tom's neck, squeezing.

"You're going in that room," Aris spit in his ear. "Help me, Teresa!" I quickly rushed over in fear that Aris was going to snap his neck at any given moment. I had grabbed both of his arms; making Aris loosen the grip on his neck. We started dragging him toward the open doorway, Aris pushing him. Thomas kicked feebly. Rocks dug into his skin.