"Sometimes good things have bad beginnings."
ROSE POV
I was phased.
I didn't know what to do.
I could hear everyone around me, but it was more like a soft low pitched echoing in the back of my head. All I could see was my house...destroyed. My home.
"...well they missed this street because there's three idiots here trespassing and destroying private property using a fucking bulldozer!! .....Okay, fine whatever, just get somebody here, please!"
The low pitched echoing came clearer now and I had to blink a few times to take in my surroundings again.
I turn my attention to Jacob who was screaming into his phone. He was probably calling the police. His body turns to me placing his hand on my shoulders in a comforting way.
"Are you okay? Did you ge―" Jacob was interrupted by wild screaming and laughter, coming from the direction of my destroyed house.
My eyes lands on two guys tripping over themselves, laughing as if this whole thing was a joke to them! Anger overcomes me and I want to stroll over there and slap each and one of them!
"Rose stay here." Jacob demands. I wanted to follow after him but I felt like my feet were glued onto the ground because I was frozen unable to move.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I hear Jacob screaming at one of the guys.
"Dude we're just having fun!" The one with the grey shirt laughs. He was barely able to stand on his own two feet.
"Are you kidding me? You almost killed someone!" Jacob screamed pushing him off his feet. The man lands on his back spilling his bottle. Still he managed to break into laughter and I frown disgusted at his sense of humor.
The other guy with light brown hair, dressed in all black stepped in front of Jacob.
He was well built, and he had that look in his face that said 'don't mess with me'
"You need to loosen up" he smirks. The other guy who was in the bulldozer, jumped off―making a perfect landing―considering he was probably just as drunk as his other friends. He starts to move towards the argument.
This guy was different from the others.
Unlike his drunk friends, he didn't have that stupid smug look on his face indicating he was drunk. He just looked angry. Very angry.
He stopped right in front of Jacob folding his hand into a fist and before I could let the scream form in my lips to warn Jacob, he swung and Jacob responded.
"Jacob!" Somehow I'd unglued myself from the ground and had started to run towards them.
"HEY!! HEYYY!!!" someone screams running past me. It was a police officer.
Two more came running towards them tackling both on the ground trying to separate them from each other.
"Oh shit!" The guy with the grey shirt yells before a police tackled him to the ground.
The brown haired one just stood there looking down angrily as the police officer cuffed his hands behind his back.
"I'm the guy that called you!" Jacob protests and I realize they'd mistook him for one of them. The officer backed off immediately.
"Are you okay ma'am" I turned around and was faced with a tall man in a police uniform.
Jacob suddenly grabbed a hold of my arm and a stinging feeling irrupted from his pull.
"You're hurt!" he frowns. My eyes follows his gaze. It was hard to see in the dark at first but it came into view ones I focused my eyes on my shoulder. I realized my shoulder had a bleeding cut about the size of my hand. The stinging feeling was hard to ignore now that I was aware I was hurt.
"Let's go!" The officers commands to the three guys.
One of them, the one that fought with Jacob held my eyes.
Look away. I whispered to myself but my eyes kept still.
His face was blank, unreadable. I couldn't tell whether he was putting on a front or if he really just didn't care that he was going to jail.
Despite that, I couldn't make myself look away. Not because of his blank expression but something else completely.
It was his eyes. I couldn't help but be mesmerized by them. Our gaze was broken when an officer started pushing him inside a van.
I tried to look away from him feeling embarrassed and angered at the same time. There was no trace of guilt on his face. In fact, there was no ounce of regret in them. I frown. What kind of a person is he?
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