The Revenge

10

Emma's POV

All my power was gone by now and I needed to sleep. As I closed the door a familiar voice spoke, FUCK. "Hello Noah and his girly. I see you survived, Noah. Well no worries, I'm here to finish the job." Mr. Hulk. Oh hell no!

Our heads snapped towards him and I was ready to kill. Why did there have to be so much drama in my life? Like come on! Can't I live a normal life?

"Hi Mr. Hulk or should I say Maddy." He cringed and I smirked. "One, I'm not his "girly" and two, if I wanted him dead, I would've left him for die over there. But he needs to live because I want him to. So nobody's killing him, Maddy. Now beat it." I was pissed at the moment. Give me a rest!

Noah's head snapped to me, meaning he finally recognized me. Great. His eye raked over my face and he tried to smirk but hissed in pain when it sting due to the cut near his lips. I gave him a keep-your-mouth-shut look and he was glaring at Maddy again. Cute.

Mr. Hulk took out a gun, what is it with this guy and his guns?! Can't he leave!?

Another idea popped in my mind and I remembered that Noah kept his gun in his waist band. I hope it's still there. My hand reached his back and lifted his shirt, he stiffened and so did I. Yay, it was there. I slowly took it out, my hand colliding with his back, sending tingles up my spine as he shivered. Guess I'm not the only one feeling things.

I took out the gun and aimed at Maddy. Game over. "Move it, Maddy. I'm already annoyed by your presence. And I will seriously kill you." He smirked and replied, cockily, "As if you can shoot." This was it. He crossed the limit.

The gun was loaded, and I aimed right beside his head. Bam. The bullet hit the vase behind Maddy. Noah flinched and Maddy screamed like a girl. So long, sucker.

"You have a mental girl, Noah. Keep her out, I will kill you." Maddy feared. Bitch.

"Move it." I growled as I launched the second bullet that hit another vase beside Maddy. With that he was off, running for his life. He wasn't even that scary. What does he think he is? Hulk?

I threw the gun on the table nearby and looked up at Noah who was smirking down at me.

"Oh shut up!" I wailed. I made him sit on the sofa and asked, "Where's the first aid kit?" He looked shocked but pointed at the drawer at the end of the hallway.

I hurried to it and took it out. Then I squatted beside Noah. By now, all the hate had disappeared for some time and I was genuinely concerned.

"It's just a scratch, I'm okay." He retorted.

"Stop telling me you're okay!" I argued and he shut up.

I was all riled up and my emotions were mixed. This happens when I'm exhausted. I was on the verge of crying, yes, I'm sensitive too. He looked me, sensing my emotions and shut up instantly.

"Take of your shirt." I croaked out. At this point, most boys were cocky but he wasn't, he was respectable and took off his shirt with my help. I tried to ignore the fact that his body was drool-worthy and focused on the two huge gashes on his bicep.

After stitching up the gashes and ignoring his groans and hisses, I applied an ointment to his wound and bandaged it up; I took a course for it because grams forced me too for safety purposes because I'm extremely clumsy. God knows how many times I've walked into doors.

I looked up to him to see him staring at my shoulder and his eyes were huge.

"Hey, you're bleeding." He pointed out.

I'm bleeding? No. I don't feel anything.

"I'm not." I muttered, and looked at my shoulder which was bloody. "Oh yeah, I'm bleeding." I corrected as a matter of faculty. "I'll fix it at home. Get some rest." I patted his bare shoulder and stood up, unbalanced. The world was spinning. Wow. I'm on some ride. And I fell on the ground with a thud. I was so exhausted that I wanted to cry, but not in front of someone. Why is this day so tiring?!