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08 » hurt

... { " Those girls may have hurt me, but I didn't want Wyatt
hurting them. " }

There was a dull ache that poked the side of my head. I couldn't see anything, I was surrounded in nothing. But I could hear voices. They echoed throughout the endless void that I was in, each puzzling word drifting in the air.

My eyes fluttered open after suddenly realising they were squeezed shut, and they gazed upon an unfamiliar room. This couldn't be my room, it was too dark, plain, and not to mention messy. There were clothes thrown in open drawers, items such as pens and books were sprawled across the floor, and the only clean thing in here was the bed that I laid on.

My hands rummaged through the soft sheets in search of my phone, when I touched something warm. I froze and panic began to settle in my stomach. I cautiously looked to my side, and a short gasp erupted from me as I found Wyatt sleeping in a chair beside the bed, with his hand on the bed near me. The hand that mine was currently on top of.

I pulled my arm away when his eyes flew open. I was so startled by his deathly gaze that I sat up quickly, only to have my whole body burn, causing me to yelp. Wyatt widens his eyes in concern and stands up. He holds his arms out to help me, but I unconsciously flinch away.

"I'm trying to help, stop moving!" He orders. I nodded weakly and his arms grabbed my shoulders. I laid back down slowly, with his arms supporting me. The burning stopped and I was left with that dull ache in my head.

I watched Wyatt pace back and forth in the middle of the room after he left my side. His fists were clenching and in clenching quickly, his eyes were narrowed, and his mouth was being chewed on. Then, he stopped walking and turned to face me. I jumped slightly at his sudden expression. He looked like he was going to kill someone, and he was looking right at me.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, confusing me. What did he mean? When I tilted my head at him, he walked over to me and grabbed my arm roughly, making me wince. "I need names, now." His tone was almost threatening, and I pulled my arm away.

I noticed small blotches of blue painted up my arm, and then I realised what he was talking about. All the memories from yesterday became clear. The two girls. The way they hurt me. Tears stung my eyes and I forced them back before shaking my head at Wyatt. Those girls may have hurt me, but I didn't want Wyatt hurting them. I'm not very good at handling violent situations such as this, and I don't like seeing other people getting hurt.

Wyatt groans in frustration and runs a hand through his dark hair. "What these people did to you is beyond pathetic, and I want to see them gone." He begins to leave the room, and panic rises in me once again. If he leaves he will try and look for the girls, he will find them and hurt them. Maybe even kill them.

He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't kill them.

But he would still hurt them.

Swallowing the hard lump in my throat, clenched my shaking hands together and took a deep breath. "No." I said faintly, but Wyatt heard it and he stopped.

"What did you say?" He asked, his broad back still facing me.

I shrunk in the bed, grabbing the duvet and scrunching it in my hands. My breathing was rugged and my heart pounded. "N-no." I repeated louder.

He turns around and stares at me with surprise filling his brown eyes, before he walked over to me and sat on the bed beside me. He lifts his hand cautiously and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his fingers lightly graze the small bump on my cheek, which I guessed a bruise was there. "They have to pay for what they did to you."

At that moment, I wanted to tell him who the girls were and what they did to me, but my words were lost in the pit of sobs that suddenly left my throat. Wyatt looked at me with guilt and concern before he moved closer and brought his arms around my damaged body.

"Nothing like this will ever happen to you again, you hear me?"

I nodded briefly and let the soft cries bounce around the room.

A/N: -unedited-

My editor will be away for a while, so the next few chapters might be a little sloppy. I think I did well with this one though, but there may have been a few spelling errors.

I think Wyatt is a bit protective over Ivory, am I right? And Ivory spoke again! Even though it's only a word, she gained a little more courage to say something. That's what this book is about.

There will be a lot more Wyatt and Ivory moments so get ready :D

Thanks to all who have commented and voted! I should hopefully have another update soon.

Oh and one last thing, could you guys please check out my new story on my other account @reminescence_ ? It would mean the world to me :)

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