Let Me Save You

Chapter 13

I walked over to my dresser, and picked out some sweatpants, and a jacket. I honestly don't care about what I look like right now, and besides, we're only going to the store anyway. 

I let the towel that hugged my body fall to the floor, and quickly got dressed. "Why is it always so damn cold in my room?" I walked over to the little box on the wall that say the temperature of the room. "60 degrees my ass!" I tapped it a couple of times, and then the heat kicked on. "Yes!" I exclaimed, and got started on my rats nest I like to call hair.

After combing through it, and then trying several times to get it into a messy bun, I decided to open my door, and yell out to Bret.

"Bret!" I yelled, I heard him walk into the living room, near the stairs. "Yeah?" He questioned. "I need help getting down the stairs.." I was a little embarrased because I'm so used to being independant, and not having people there for me all the time. Expecially getting down a flight of stairs. 

I heard foot steps climbing up the stair case. "What are you doing?" I asked, but he didn't answer. Instead he walked into my room, came right up to me, and lifted me off the ground with ease. "This isn't necessary." I tried to explain, but once again he didn't answer, nor did he listen. 

Carefully, he brought me down on to the carpet of the living room, and put me down. I didn't say anything, I just grabbed my crutches, and put them under my arms. "How are we going to get there with me like this?" Talking about my broken leg. "I'll drive, I checked when you went to get a shower, and there is another car in the garage." He spoke casually, acting as though it was no big deal. "You don't have you licence yet, you can't drive." 

"I have my learners permit." 

"Yeah, but with that you have to have a licensed adult with you."

"Em, it's not like we are going to get pulled over going to the store, it's just a couple blocks from here."

"Fine, but you're taking the blame. I thought you had your licence."

He glared at me, and I just giggled to myself, knowing that he really wasn't mad. 

We went into the kitchen, and I grabbed the keys off the hook. "Here." He took them, and helped me outside.

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The drive was pretty awkward, and that normally doesn't happen for us. We are incredibly close, but now it's almost as though we don't even know each other. 

We pulled into the parking lot, and he shut off the car. "I tried to get out myself, even though I'm pretty new with crutches. I failed miserably, and fell to the pavement. "Oh for god's sake." Bret got out, and hurried to my side of the car. He helped me up, and I brushed off my sweat pants. "Are you alright?" "Yeah.. Just a little new to them, that's all." I re-positioned myself on my crutches, "Well next time, just let me help you out, okay?" 

"I'm not a child." I mumbled to myself as I started walking through the parking lot, and making my way near the store. 

"Emily!" I felt a arms on my waist as I was just getting ready to cross to get into the store. A car slowed down right in front of me, and the window rolled down.

"Good fucking job, you missed her!" A boy yelled in the back seat of what looked like a Range Rover. "Not my fault this stupid punk grabbed her, or else I would have had a perfect shot!" The girl in the front seat yelled back. 

"Them.. It's them." I whispered to Bret. I didn't really remember from when I was pushed down the stairs at school, but I do remember seeing blonde hair, and blue eyes. Followed by a boy with a buzz cut, and piercing green eyes. Then, when the spoke up, it all clicked. 

"What do you mean it's them?" He questioned, his hands still wrapped tightly around my waist. "They are the ones that had to do with me being pushed at school." I said a little too loudly, and in the car, three other boys started laughing, and the girl spoke up.

"Yeah, and you would have died if you would have hit your head, but of course, you didn't."

"Listen you little fuckers, you need to back the fuck off. Emily hasn't done anything to any of you, so why don't you swallow the big ego that you think you have, and leave her alone." Bret's grip on my waist was getting tighter with every word that he spoke. It was almost bone crushing, but I felt incredibly safe. 

"How about you stop fighting her battles, and let her do it herself." The boy in the passenger seat spoke up. He looked pissed at Bret's words, and I was getting scared. More than I already was."Bret please just drop it, they aren't worth it. Please can we just leave." I whispered back to him, but once again not quietly enough. 

"Yeah Bret, why don't you listen to your girlfriend, and leave." He chuckled darkly, and that set Bret off.

"Listen here, asshole. She isn't my girlfriend. Why don't you just leave her alone before I beat the shit out of you." He spoke through his teeth that were not clenched tightly. 

"Oh please, do you honestly think you could do that? Really? Listen kid, I'm not going to fight you, but I will take a piece of her." A boy talked out the window, and winked at me. I winced in disgusts, and just wanted to leave. 

Bret let go of me, leaving me stand there, by myself. He walked over to the kid in the car, and grabbed a hand full of his shirt.

"Listen here you little piece of shit, you don't deserve someone like Emily. Hell you don't deserve anyone you are going to end up with. You, and your little group are nothing but scum. Leave her alone or I swear I will-" "Bret!" I screamed, my crutches hitting the ground. The kid in the front passenger seat snuck out while Bret was too busy threatning the onther one. "Call me Drew, baby." He- Drew whispered in my ear as he held me in the air my my waist. 

"Let her go!" Bret hurried to my side, but the kid he was talking to quickly grabbed both of his arms and held them behind his back. 

"Come on, she has a broken leg from you guys already, haven't you assholes done enough?" Bret thrashed in the boys arms, but couldn't brake free.

"We're just getting started." Drew spoke coldly as he carried me away, further into the parking lot. A sea full of cars.

"Let me go!" I tried kicking my legs, but it was no use. Even is he did let me go, what was I going to do anyway? Run? Hell, I can't even walk! 

"I know you want me to, babe. Come on. We're going some where." I could feel his breath on my neck, and he walked me to the car. He acted like I weighed anothing, kind of how Bret does.

"I'm not going anywhere with you! Take me back to Bret! Please, please don't hurt him. He get's like this when he's mad, he just doesn't want to see me hurt! Please!" I pleaded, begged, and I started to cry. Why did this have to happen to me? What are they going to do with Bret? What is Drew going to do with me?! 

"I can't do that babe, this is all too interesting, and it's fun. You're cute when your mad."

"Stop talking to me! Stop touching me! Let me fucking go! I don't want to be with you, I want Bret! Let. Me. Go!" I lifted my casted leg, and kicked him right in the crotch. Instantly he dropped me to the ground, and he fell over also.

I hit the ground hard, but knew I had to get up, and do my best to try and quickly get to Bret. 

"You little bitch!" He spoke inbetween gasps, "You're going to regret that, just watch."

I shook his words out of my head, got up, and started going as fast as I could to get to Bret. I had to get to him, I had to see if he was okay.