Through teary eye's I looked up to see my savior. It was Andrew.
"What are you doing?!" James yelled at Andrew as he shoved him.
Andrew looked really mad, like nothing I ever seen from him.
"Get your hands off my sister! And keep them off her!" Andrew warned James, who laughed.
"Yeah? and what are you going to do about it?" James, laughed as he stared Andrew down.
Andrew swung and clocked James in the jaw, sending him into the wall. James rubbed his jaw and glared at Andrew, James stood up and charged at Andrew, they knocked into the door and it busted open, they feel onto the floor. And now the party stopped as everyone watched them.
James got on top of Andrew and started to punch him over and over again. Andrew flipped James and then Andrew started punching him. I got off the bed and ran into the living room where they were and saw, James punching Andrew in the side.
Andrew head butted James, knocking James out and punched him one last time.
"Stay the fuck away from Marcella!" He yelled and got off him, he turned to me.
"Let's get out of here. Now!" He yelled at me and limped towards the door, some girl gave me back my shoes and I followed Andrew out the door.
I ran up to him and turned him around to face me. His face was bloody, his left eyebrow was bleeding along with his nose and mouth. His left eye also was starting to puff up and take on the color of purplish black. He held onto his ribs.
"What!?" He yelled.
"Thanks for saving me" I looked him into his eye's, his face became red with anger.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? James's was one of my best friends, not anymore." He grew angrier. "Just get in the fucking car!" He added and got in, slamming his door.
I sighed and got into the passenger seat.
The way back home was quite. Every time I opened my mouth he turned the music up louder. We pulled into the drive way and he put it in park and turned the car off.
"Listen Andrew, I know your mad at me.. but thanks. I appreciate it, really." I said and leaned over and kissed his cheek.
I got out and ran in and up to my room and closed it behind me.
I changed into some pajama shorts and a big shirt. I washed off my make up and pulled my hair into a tony and got into bed. I stared up at my ceiling. I was dreading tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
The Love Between Us
FantasyMarcella Walker, just an average sixteen year old. Smart, Beautiful and kind, only thing different is she is Pure. Her father died in a car crash when she was only five years old. Her mother just now married a man who she has worked with for only a...
