In Ones Good Graces

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Blood seeped throughout each of their noses and other possible places, as Ryder tackled Mason to the ground. Slapping his right palm down on Masons face, shattering his nose. Mason trying to back up, with equal measures of fury and terror, to Ryder on top of him. He smashed an elbow into the side of Ryder's skull, the soft spot high on the temple. But didn't have as much effect, as Ryder's constant punches.

Mason then banged Ryder's nose with his forehead and shoved him off of him and punched Ryder across the face.

Though Ryder didn't give up just yet and hit him a left hand in the V under his ribs where the sternum ends. It paralyzed his diaphragm and he gasped and doubled over.

That had me lost of breath and be as astonished as the rest of the people that's circling around them. Kids hiding behind their parents crying. Fear overcoming them.

George and some other men seemed to be already trying to separate them. Talking some common sense into them. Ryder was trying his hardest, to release himself from the strong arms that held him tight in place and tried to calm his nerves.

Saying that Mason is in the same state, as Ryder would be an understatement. Their faces so red, a burn mark from a hot pan placed on a cheek, wouldn't even achieve the same display.

"What is going on?" Hazel whispered in my ear, making me focus with bewildered face at her direction, "I have no..." I was interrupted by my sentence, from George coming up to, "would you mind clean up Ryder? As I fix all this mess they've caused and you Hazel clean up Mason?" We both nodded and faced each other, not believing what just happened.

Ryder followed lead behind me, sulkingly, "look I don't need your help." He spoke off, crossing his arms and burned my back with is intense stare.

"And I don't need your disputation." I said, starting to get annoyed by his bickering and in denial of aid. It's starting to tick me off.

He mumble a few profanities silently, as we continued our way up to the first bathroom I could find.

He sat down on the toilet, with his jaw still clenched and his arms crossed over his chiseled chest, tenaciously. But I told myself, to not let his immature behavior and relentlessness effect my egocentrism.

But then a quote popped up in my head; happiness is the only thing that multiplies when you share it. By Albert Schweitzer.

Exhaling an considerate sigh, I continued my exploration for the aid kit. Crazed, I felt stress having the upper hand and dominance of my body.

As if he already realized that I was struggling to find the aid kit after all this time, he finally spoke up, "It's underneath the cupboards." I was at first puzzled, as my eyebrows pulled together in confusion. An exasperated sigh escaped his mouth, "meaning underneath the commode." As I was in the beginning, I'm lost but then he rolled his eyes and looked underneath the commode and out came an aid kit.

"Wait why did you have it stuck underneath there?"

"Because if there's an accident and somebody was alone home and needed to clean their wounds or whatever. To not to look through the cabinets and so on too long, it'll be much easier for that person to grab the first aid kit, if that person was terribly hurt from underneath the cupboards." He stated, like as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I nodded and opened the box and looked for whatever I am going to use.