Too Late

Too Late Part 4

A/N: I'm sorry the parts are kinda short and if this chapter's a little boring. I promise the "meatier" part of the plot is to come!

Silas continued to curse in Greek under his breath. Mr. Blackbournes eyes shot around his surroundings to make sure no one was listening. They didn't know what could be around or who was listening.

Christ, he didn't even know if Volto could hear them at this exact moment.

Mr. Blackbourne was a man of control, always needing to understand the situation and every detail. He was like Mr. Lee is this way, always wanting all the facts before he could calculate the solution. And at the moment he felt..weak.

Everything was falling apart around him he wouldn't let it show but he knew. He knew the guys were ripping at the seams, doing exactly what he was afraid of. He wanted to take her away, like so many others had prompted her to do but he couldn't. He couldn't give up this fight and right now he needed to focus. He turned to Silas and grasped his shoulders in an effort to help him calm.

"Mr. Korba."

"Mr. Blackbourne." His tone was steel, Owen understood his anger. The fact was that under everything he was angry too.

Jealous.

Jealous of the fact that North was able to go so far with her while Owen felt as if he would only scare her into submission. He hadn't kissed her yet. No, not until she was finally comfortable with him. He needed to breathe.

"I will talk to him. We both know that this is unacceptable, but I can't do it if your beating him up. He will be talked to, your fists probably can't compare to how much Mr. Taylor will be beating himself up."

"Well my fists can help" his tone was still angry but defeated. He knew Mr. Blackbourne was right but it didn't make sense. How could North hurt her like that? Is that why he was so angry earlier?

"There was a fight." Silas prompted but Owen nodded, "I'm aware," he took a step back.

"I think that may have broken her trust. Mr. Taylor hurting her might... well it may have off putting effects. You saw how she looked, this went beyond him biting her too hard." Owen sighed deeply. This changed things. He grabbed his cellphone and quickly began typing a message, sending it too every guy on his team:

Effective immediately:

If you want to touch Miss. Sorenson then it must be light touches. Do not grab her or force her hand, you will all BACK OFF.Unless she directly asks you, or reaches out for you, you will make no move to touch her. We've broken her trust, that much is clear. This is not a rule you want to break, trust me. If I hear you are hurting her or forcing her it will cost you a lot more than a favor. I expect better from all of you. Fighting solves nothing. Family meeting this weekend, that is all.

He hit send.

He knew it was drastic but the image of her flinching, her broken eyes pouring out so much emotion he knew this was different. Something must have happened with the fight or after. He needed to talk to her, but right now he had to trust that Sean and Kota could take care of it.

Trust your family.

It had never been a problem for him. He trusted his boys, and they almost never hurt that trust.

The bite mark on Sangs neck made his own teeth grind together. He never thought North would do that, but Sang brought out the best and worst in their group. She brought out the crazy;

and yes, she was definitely driving Owen crazy. Sang made him question the boys capabilities, what they would do and how far they would go. He thought they knew better, he had done everything to warn them.

Silas punched a locker.

"You know this is shit"

It was shit, Owen thought, but I have a family to protect.

Mr. Blackbourne nodded but patted Silas on the shoulder, "Get to class", he watched him walk away. Owen couldn't help but wonder if he was making the right decision. He hated this feeling of being desperate.

Sang, he thought, please don't give up on us.

Don't give up...on me.

A/N: Sorry for that awkward ending I was having trouble bringing it to a close. Sorry for mistakes and please review :D