TAINTED LOVE // Tate Langdon

ten

The girl holding Tate's shirt stepped up. "Are you scared, Avery? You don't have your phycostic boyfriend to save you, do you?" she taunted. I grew incredibly angry.

I took a step towards the three of them, causing them all to stutter back. "GIVE THAT TO ME YOU BITCH!" I screamed at them. The only emotion I felt was anger. Well, angry and terrified.

The one to the left of the main coke whore started to laugh. "Aw look you guys, she's crying!" She said and the rest of them chimed in with obnoxious laughter. I didn't even know why I was crying. I didn't feel sad. I didn't feel anything.

They all grabbed me by my shoulders and threw me against the concrete wall. As soon as my head smashed against the surface, everything because dim and dull. "Please—" I croaked, but that didn't stop them. They continued to kick me in my stomach while I laid there so helplessly. I'd take my sister's verbal abuse over this physical abuse ANYDAY.

By now my once white dress was covered in dirt and mud, changing to a mauve brown shade. I was crying, but I can't remember because I was practically out like a light. Everything was dark, but I could make out certain figures. I felt weak and dizzy. This must be what dying feels like.

"GET OFF OF HER!" I heard Tate's voice yell while the three coke whores screamed in fear. Everything was pretty much inaudible but I focused so hard to hear as much as I could.

I next heard two phrases from a coke whore,"HE WAS A GUN" or "HE HAS TO RUN" but I couldn't figure out which one was right because I was so out of it. I didnt even startle at the word "gun". I was too damn tired.

I felt two strong hands pick up my limp body and hold me tight. "GO AWAY YOU PSYCHO" another coke whore screamed, but I didnt care. I finally felt safe again and because of that, I knew I was in Tate's arms.

I blinked, trying as hard as I could to open my eyes and see light but everything was still dark. I graced my hand on Tate's cheek. "Tate," I weakly whispered.

I felt Tate's hand stroke my hair as he grasped me tighter. "Shhhhh, you'll be okay, you'll be okay." He said. He was still walking at a fast pace. I wonder where he's going. His grip on me grew tighter, or at least I think it did. My train of unconscious thought got cut off as what felt like a black cloud swallowed my mind and I was out.