Broken Eyes and Bloody Knuckles [ON HOLD]

Chapter 8

°°°° Austin °°°°

Her eyes startled me.

They were full of pain before, but something was different. Their dark brown was almost.... Broken. Like shattered glass.

I watched her reactions as the nurse spoke to her, and how she seemed to compartmentalize and leave it to deal with it later. She resisted a bit when I told her she'd be staying with me. My mom had insisted, and I was more than happy to agree.

I knew the nightmares she was gonna have. No one should go through that alone. Especially not her.

I watched as she slept. Not creepily, of course, but to make sure the was okay. The nurse had sedated her, which didn't surprise me.

I knew she was so stubborn that if she had a choice, she would've stayed up.

I closed my eyes, and when my mom arrived it was close to none at night, and I was dozing. Mora slept like a rock.

"Austin?" My mom whispered, and my eyes snapped open.

When she saw I was awake, she smiled.

"How's she doin'?" My mind slight southern accent that came out when she was tired made me smile.

"She's alright, physically. She's beat up. Mentally, she hasn't processed it quite yet." I looked at Amora's sleeping form as my mom's coffee smell washed over me. She was a barista, and she loved her job.

She nodded, understandingly. "That girl's got a long road to recovery. J what does she do for fun?"

I didn't really know but I smiled as a thought crossed my mind.

"Her hobbies include throwing punches and pretending to be an immigrant that's been kidnapped." I chuckled as my mom smiled a little.

"Good, she'll give you a run for your money. You need a challenge."

I only laughed. My mom know all about girls throwing themselves at my feet. Honestly, it was terrifying. On my first day at this school, I'd gotten 16 numbers and I had one girl in a closet.

Amusing.

But I couldn't focus on anything except Amora since then. It was frustrating, honestly. Girls are hella confusing.

"You're right, ma. How was your day?"

My mom's face lit up as she joyfully prattled on about her day. I listened as I started to fall asleep. Tomorrow would bring many challenges, one of which being the gorgeous Latina that was currently knocked the fuck out.

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