The Revenge

09

Emma's POV

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ome seconds passed and I heard a piercing scream. It wasn't mine, I don't sound like a horse who has just been stabbed.

Slowly, I peeled my eyes open and saw one of the guys that I stabbed, on the floor, still groaning in pain. In front of me were two guys, one of the bad guys and one, who was being beat up. Finally. A few punches were thrown and dodged. Let's name the bad guy, Mr.bitch to make it easy. The boy landed a perfect punch on Mr.bitch's pressure point. Although, he was unstable, the boy was good at fighting. 

And Mr.bitch landed a punch on the boy, making him fall with a thud. I'm officially dead. Bye world. 

Exactly three seconds passed and Mr.bitch fell down too. What? How? You dumbass. The boy hit a pressure point, that made Mr. Bitch unconscious, knocking him out. 

You know, if you're a teen wolf fan, then you have to remember that scene where Liam, Scott and the others go to Eichen house and Liam had to fight a guy twice his size. After he's done fighting, and knocks the big guy out, he falls unconscious himself. Let's make Liam , Mr. Bitch here, and that's what happens. 

 I lived, again. That is just too surprising. Now for the boy, who is unconscious at the moment. I went closer to him and glanced at his face, but because of the dark, I couldn't make out who it was. I squatted to the ground and shook him whispering, "Hey, mister, wake up! We need to get out of here before these dicks wake up, come on, please." 

I glanced sideways and saw one of them, the one I stabbed, stirring awake from his beauty nap. Oh god. I tried to make the unconscious body of the boy stand, but boy was he heavy.

After a minute of trying to lift him up, I finally succeeded. And at last the boy also stirred awake, half asleep. "What is going on?" He asked. Hey! I know that voice. Is he? Shit. "I was trying to save your sorry ass and now I need you to cooperate with me, please." I answered. 

As we came to the lightened area, I checked my phone for any signals but there were none. ugh.

We sat against a wall, both breathless. Without looking at him, I asked, "Can you move?" He muttered a 'I can try'.

With all my courage, I finally peeked over my shoulder and I felt like dying was better. My nightmare had come true. I had saved none other than, Noah! Someone kill me now. 

"You again?!" I screeched. He looked at me and I believe due to the fact that he wasn't in his senses he couldn't make out my face or voice. Oh god. Should I leave him here to die. Yes. But no. How will I take my revenge. Revenge, my foot.  

That's when I noticed two big gashes with blood oozing out from them. 

"Oh god, you're bleeding." I murmured.

"I'm okay, genius." He said. This boy. I feel like I will strangle him myself one day.

"Oh my god! We need to get you to a hospital! Get up. Let's go. Please. This can get infected badly." I whisper yelled.

"No. No hospitals. I hate them. And they'll inform the police. I can't risk it." Noah croaked out.

"Oh come on! Please." I pleaded.

"In what language am I supposed to tell you that no means no." Bitch.

Now what do I do. I'm seriously considering to leave him here for dead. But I'm not that heartless.

"Come on, let's get you to your house then. It's close from here." Once again, with all my might, I lifted him up and put one of his fine arm behind my back and this time, he helped too. 

We limped, well he limped and i walked towards his house. After intervals, he hissed in pain and I said, "Ouch... that must hurt." He looked down at me and gave me a look that said yes-of course-it- hurts- like- a- bitch. Right. I was freaking out and babbled, " I swear to god if you die on our way, I will kill you." He gave me a look that said 'that doesn't make sense' and I blushed. 

After 5 minutes we were in front of his house. Now for the worst part, we had to climb the steps. With many difficulties  we climbed the steps and I looked up at his half unconscious figure, "Where are your keys?" 

"In my pocket." He replied with a hoarse voice. In his pocket.... god, why do you always put me in such situations? My free hand dipped inside his left pocket and I took out the keys, That was uncomfortable. 

With one hand, I unlocked the door and dropped the keys to the floor and put my hand on  the door to balance myself, and we entered the house.