An Angels Sin

Scratches

             

            Catalina's POV
    Just as I'm leaving the bathroom from brushing my teeth, Draven is leaving Tori's old room. He's in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday and his black hair is messy. I choose to ignore him and continue to walk to the kitchen with him behind me.
    "Your eyes are red from crying," he says. I remember him saying that he was very observant.
   "And you are sneaking out on my sister after sleeping with her," I say, surprising myself with my snappiness. His brows draw together. "You have scratches on your shoulders and a hickey on your neck."
   He looks down, his expression ashamed. "In all honesty, I'm mad at myself for sleeping with her. I don't want fi be anything other than friends with her." I roll my eyes.
    "Please don't tell me your secretly one of those cliche bad boys who sleeps with a girl and leaves," I say. He snaps dangerously close to me. My heart stops as he looks up at me with his green/yellow eyes.
    "Would you like to find out," he asks with a sarcastic smirk. I look away from him and at the sink. "Come on, baby girl. Just one round and like you said I'll be gone when you wake up." His jaw clenches.
    "Can you please step back from me?" I ask politely despite what he's saying. He foes as asked and crosses his very muscular arms. My eyes skim over the tattoos on them; both are covered. On his right is an lion with roses with the name, Enzo, in cursive. And on his right is a skull with roses and fallen leaves.
    "You can touch if you want. They can be tempting," he says cockily. Just when I thought he wasn't what this town made him out to be, he changes my view on that.
    A loud knock comes from the door, catching my attention. I walk over an answer it. My mood only gets worse when I see James. He pushes past me and comes in.
   "Listen, I'm sorry about last night. I came off as a title douche. Will you let me explain?" He says. I glance over at Draven. His fists are clenched and he's glaring at James murderously. "Why's he here? Did you sleep with him instead?"  James says, looking at me.
    "What? No," I say. He gives a disgusted look and grins as he steps back.
   "You probably enjoyed what Ray did to you," he says. It feels like all the air has been knocked out of me as that leaves his lips. Tears fill my eyes.
    "Leave," I say softly. He steps towards me. Draven jogs over and yanks James away from me.
    "She said to leave," he says in a low voice. James laughs.
    "I don't think she needs you to help her out here," he says. "Did you enjoy when Ray fucked you? Huh?" His body falls to the ground after Draven punches him hard in the face. My hands fly up to my mouth, covering it in shock.
     He stands back up, wiping blood from his mouth as he makes his way to the door. He smacks my ass, making me jump closer to Draven. "Ray did say you had a nice ass." Draven slams the door shut and turns towards me.
    "Don't let him get to you," he tell's me. I shake my head.
     "But he has, he was the only one who knew what what happened with Ray and believed me. No one else did, and now-" I break down crying. Maybe its because I'm vulnerable, but when he pulls me to to his hard chest, I don't pull back.
     I cry into his shirt, letting sobs out as he runs his hands up and down my back. Memories from what happened with Ray come back to me as I fall to my knees, Draven still holding me.
   "Its okay," he says. I can myself and look at him. We're dangerously close to each other. His eyes drop down to my lips. "Do you want me to find him and kill him?" He asks. I shake my head, chuckling.
    "No thank you."
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   Trigger warning: suicide
            Draven's POV
      I break the hinges of tbe door and walk into Jonathan's room and see him holding a gun to his head. My chest rises and falls rapidly. "What are you doing, Johnny?" I ask, trying to sound calm. He looks at me with a tear stained face.
     "I can't do this anymore. Its over," he says as he cries. I step forward, trying not to show my panic. "I have no one. My family hates me. I hate myself-"
    "We can work through that, don't let his drag you down. There's nothing you can do about your sexuality. It doesn't make you who you are, and soon enough your family will realize that. Now, out that damn gun down."
    He takes a deep breath ad sets the bullet in place. I run towards him and grab his wrist, trying to take the gun from him. I grip the gun, but his hand is still on the trigger. With a loud bag, his body drops to the floor.
    He gun falls by his side. I drop to my knees next to him and I lay his head on my lap, stroking his hair as I cry. "Jonny."
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       The muscular man lifts my arm up as the guy struggles to get up from the ground. I use my pain and anger from what happened with Johnny with my fighting.
    I walk away from the crowd of people and go to where I put my shirt. Throwing it back on, a hand runs down my back. I turn around and see a tall, brunette with brown eyes.
    "Wanna come with me?" She asks in a soft whisper. I bite my lio as I nod.

AN: This was a little bit of his protective side, requested by @laqueeshaork and @DivergentSelector. By the way this is what his tattoos look like or similar to,

       You can think of what kind of tattoos you personally like on a guy, these are the best I can find so yeah. Comment a side of him you want to see next!! Share! Stay alive |-/   -Veah