Let Me Save You

Chapter 18

"Bret, seriously! Get off of him!" By now Bret was straddling him, punching him from all different angles, but all in one place. His face.

"Bret! Let's go, right now! Get the fuck off of him!" I reached in the tangle of boy, grabbed Bret's hoodie, and yanked him back. Reluctantly, he let go. "Now, stay the hell away from her. We better not have to do this again." I tugged on his hoddie to pull him away from the scene until I heard wimpers. I turned my head to the pleading sound, and it was Drew. "Fucking hell." I spoke, and limped my way over to Drew, and sat down behind him, placing his head on my lap.

"Emily! What are you doing? Let's go, don't pity him!" 

"Shut the fuck up Bret, I'm not in the mood for your games right now." I spat coldly, and brushed some hair out of Drew's face. "W-what? Who-who is that?" Drew desperately tried to get up, but I held him down. "Drew, it's me, Emily." As soon as my name escaped my mouth, he instantly loosened up, and layed back down on my legs. "Hang on, okay?" He nodded, but whimpered in the process. 

"Bret." I spoke, and he stared down at me, disapprovingly. "Don't give me that shit. I need you to go to the car, and get me one of the sanitizing pads from the glove department. Thanks." He was hesitant, but did it anyway. As he was gone, I decided to get to know Drew.. Maybe he's not as bad as I think, or as rude as he comes off to be.

"Why are you helping me?" He asked, and honestly, I didn't really know.

"I don't know.. Maybe because both of you were out of line, but you took the most damage." I stated simply, shrugging.

"Or is it because you like me?" He gave a side smile, approving his words. "Yeah, no. Don't get your hopes up." I replied, and by that time Bret came back with the sanitary wipes.

"Thanks." I mumbled, still incredinly pissed at his actions. "Drew, this may sting, but I need you to lay still, yeah?" He nodded, and I took one of the wipes out of the container. I gently glidded it over his wounds, and he was biting his lip.

"There, blood free." I said, and got up. "Bret. Help him up."

He groaned, and gave me the 'do I have to?' look. I just nodded my head, and threw the bloody wipe away. I turned back around and Drew was up off the ground, shaking hands with Bret. Good.

"Emily?" Drew called out to me. "Yeah?"

"Come here." With a little caution I walked over to the two, and stopped awkwardly. "What?" He didn't say anything, he just embraced me in a hug. "I'm really sorry, I hope you don't hate me. I'm sorry for your leg, and fighting with Bret. Thanks for cleaning up my face, though." I smiled, and hugged him back. "I don't hate you, and no problem." He releaced me and I started going to the car, picking up my crutches along the way. I could feel Bret's eyes on me. Great, now for a screaming match.