Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 41: Battle Wounds

Shock. That is the first thing that rushes through my body and then I spring into action. Spotting Victor's phone on the floor, I duck down to grab it before running as fast as I can down the hallway. Opening it up, I hit every red button possible before ditching it.

Grabbing the male's hand before he is able to land a blow, I do my best to block the idiot's blows up but he is using his full strength and it is surprisingly strong. Ducking once more as he slices the knife through the air, I force him down to the ground by kicking his legs out from under him I however know this won't distract him long.

Turning, I begin to swear as I realize why it had been so silent prior to this fight. Victor was out cold. Thinking fast, I flinging myself over his body as pain erupts on my back. Letting out a groan of pain, I hold my position keeping Victor pinned under me as his father begins to continuously kicks at my sides and hits my back.

"Let me at him you bitch." He growls unhappily the stench of alcohol rolling off his breath with enough force it actually makes me nauseous. Locking my arms and my legs, I force myself to stay still as George continuously aims for my weak points. The male underneath me shakes slightly as he begins to wake. I watch as the shock rushes over his features before he begins to push me off of him, realizing what is happening.

"Angel move!" Victor yells trying to get me off of him when another series of harder kicks come at my stomach. I grunt at the force George uses and Victor stills underneath me his eyes growing with worry as I pin him harder to the ground protecting him with my body.

"That's right. Listen to him Bitch!" George laughs as he lands another kick solidly on my ribs. "He fucking deserves to die if he isn't going to be useful." George yells his words slurring slightly as he jabs at my rib cage.

Refusing to give him what he wants, George attention sways a little as he becomes angrier and grabs a vase off the table near by and throws it at at me.

Unable to hold back a pained groan, I feel Victor continue to struggle under me. "Angel." His voice is little more than a whimper as he continues to try and press his hands against my shoulders but I don't budge my body dead weight against his. He struggles more as another object is hurled at me and I shift my body slightly to cover his head.

Panting, I do my best to recover in between the impact of different objects when heavy pounding can be heard down the hallway. Reinforcements. I take a second and wait for the noise to disappear before shifting. Taking a quick look around me, my eyes dizzily focus upon Silas whose hands are wrapped around George's arms and neck holding him in a locked position. His dark brown eyes are harsh and cold as he drags George off to a room down the hallway.

Waiting for a moment, I slowly rolling off Victor, and I crawl over to the side of the hallway. My breathing is labored as I manage to push myself up off the ground and lean weakly against the wall forcing myself to stay awake. Pain radiates through my head and my sides as I take slow breaths.

It is only a couple of seconds before more footsteps are heard and suddenly hands are on me. Struggling slightly, I pull away from the touches when my eyes lock with soft blue eyes. Dr. Roberts kneels in front of me his eyes wide with worry as he attempts once more to get to my pulse. I don't resist this time allowing the male to take my wrist away from my injured abdomen.

"Angel?" His voice is soft but it still causes my head to pound. Wincing slightly, I get the message to the Doc that it the sound hurts before arms are wrapped around me lifting me into the air.

"Victor?" I whisper my voice breathy as the pain increases from the movement. I don't feel the bump of stairs so I assume that I am being moved into a side room on the same floor.