Treacherous Love

Chapter 9 ~ Taking The Punches

I walk through the doors of Schellsburg Highschool, the dim streaks of light flooding the hallways. It seems as if everything is in slow motion, my blue/green eyes gazing around the halls.

A horrible sound rings through my ears. A pounding against a locker, as if someone's head was being beaten against it, foul words being spit at someone 20 feet ahead of me. His deep voice traveling around and vibrating off of the lockers, a small crowd forming, as spit flew out through his clenched teeth as he continued to beat the victims head against the locker.

I peer down at the weakened victim, his short, brown hair ruffled, his eye beginning to bruise to black, as of now a dark blue. Different parts of his face forming deep purple, yellow, blue, and even green bruises, patches of skin red and pink marked his beautiful facial features, a rainbow of pain. His cute little nose, the only thing, really, untouched. His pink lip split, red dripping from the center split. I felt so bad, terrified, an aching at my heart. But it only got worse as I realized who it was.

My eyes grew wide and my jaw dropped as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. His head lazily turning over to me, as if he could only faintly see me, and barely recognize my presence. He looked so helpless.

Who did this to him.

I was hurt and infuriated, I didn't know what to do as I stopped in my tracks taking the horrifying scene before me in, sadness and anger flowed through my veins.

I as quickly as I could, I dropped my backpack off of my shoulder, and sprinted over in front of Aspen to shield his barely conscious body, looking directly into Nash's devious eyes.

He was in mid punch, ready to take a hit to Aspen's stomach. His eyes a deeper blue than normal, but still bold, only scaring more the shit out of me. He looked angry at me, frustrated and confused. His eyes blaring into mine, trying to read me but it failed. He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes and said to me, "Get out of the way Greyir."

Expecting me to obey his command.

Which I normally would have done, but not today. No. Way. Bastard.

I had to stick to my brothers word, and I had to protect Aspen. Why was Nash hurting Aspen anyways? What did he do to deserve this? Nothing. Exactly.

"No." I shot back, narrowing my stare at him.

He put down his fist, and took small, intimidating steps towards me, the crowd still around us. Not helping. And knowing the people at my school, they would only cheer if Nash began to hurt me. "How did you get over here so fast? Huh?" He said trying to push me on edge. "Sandra." He spat my name.

"Oh not answering, huh? Well how 'bout I make you answer. Sandra." He said getting closer to me. His eyes losing his glare, intimidating me with his intense and provoking stare with his big blue eyes.

I heard Aspen groan behind me, breathy, him slowly taking in the atmosphere, trying to stand up but failing. Him wincing in the pain, squinting his bruised eyes. I can't even imagine, and don't want to imagine, what Nash did to him before I got here. No.

I pushed Nash back with all my might, pushing him against the wall on the other side of the hall, hitting the opening of the window with a thud.

For some reason I am extremely strong, I don't even know why, maybe it's just something that comes with it.

Nash's eyes lit up with fire. He started to charge at me. Out of panic I tried to find a way out. When he neared to me about 2 feet away, I was up against the locker, but I quickly leaped up in the air and jumped to the right side, where the crowd has thinned, and Aspen laid propped up against he musty green lockers.

I heard Nash's body smash into the lockers, the momentum he created un able to stop. His eyes blaring at me.

With wide eyes, and small pupils. I picked up Aspen's pained entirety. He relaxed when he felt my embrace, and closed his eyes. I led him limping to the nurses, wanting to get him out of here. Escaping the scene.

I wanted Aspen to be safe, and not hurting and in pain limping with every step as he took now. I couldn't stand to see him like this. Even though I didn't want him to feel any more corrupted, I had to get him to the nurse as fast as I could knowing Nash was for on our tail by now. He is almost too resilient.

I absolutely hate seeing people that I love hurt, it's almost as if I can feel Aspen's pain. Oh wait I can.

But I must keep pushing on.

The nurse's office is halfway around the school, and were only 1/6 of the way. I prayed to God that I could get him there in time, no telling what Nash would do to us now, or if Hayes, Matt, or Cameron saw us. I quickened the pace, Aspen desperately limping more. "I'm so sorry." I whispered.

I felt so sorry for Aspen, his loving embrace still interacting with me, nonetheless, as he clung on to me. Unaware of anything else, almost, going on around him, in a frozen blur. I know he is strong though. Aspen can make it. He is amazing, I truly believe that. And he most likely took the punches for me, standing up for me. I love him so much.

But he shouldn't have started a fight.

A Mortal doesn't stand a chance against someone like Nash.

Even if it's Aspen Adairs, everything amazing.