Too Late

Too Late Part 6

A/N: I promise you guys will understand the fight scene soon. I wanted to have some flashbacks to give some more depth to the story. As for now, please enjoy:

"North!" Silas's voice came out rough and I squeaked out in fear, hugging my legs to my body.

What do I do?

Silas took one look at me and his eyes seethed as he looked at North.

"Back the hell away from her," I'd never seen Silas so mad. This was all my fault. North didn't deserve this. My mind chanted again,

It's all my fault.

Luke came running in, trying to be the voice of reason. "Silas, he didn't hurt her again, I was listening the whole time. She just got upset," Silas fists clenched. North had remained oddly silent until I looked at him. His eyes were on the ground, defeated.

He was punishing himself, thinking the worst of such a stupid argument. He looked up at Silas,

"Punch me"

His words jerked me. And in suddenly in a flurry of motion North was on the ground with Silas cupping his now bleeding fist.

I felt so useless, so unnecessary. They didn't need this,

They didn't need me.

The thought chilled me to the bone.

Silas took a step back and North remind on the floor. Another pair footsteps pounded up the steps and Kota's scent filled my nose. He walked in front of Luke, taking in the scene. There was Silas with a bloody hand, a broken North, and me- a crying Sang. But Kota didn't look surprised. His voice was deadpan.

"Silas your grounded" Kota knelt down to North,

"Uncle needs you and Luke on a job. Now, said it was a last minute emergency. But your grounded too North. We can't afford to lose more jobs, now go." Wordlessly, North picked himself up and walked down the steps with Luke. Kota's eyes flickered to me.

"Sang?" I looked up, my body still contracting from my sobs. Kota touched his glasses and spoke softly "You're grounded too." My heart dropped. I was causing even more trouble.

Think about the kind of trouble that would happen if they found out.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, willing my body to calm down.Kota turned to Silas,

"You stay here with Sang. I've got to get back to the school" He nodded and followed sang out the room. A few minutes later Silas came in, his hand bandaged, and shut the door while turning off the lights. It was late afternoon now so some light peaked through into the room. I started getting under the covers. I needed to think this through. Eventually North was gonna learn why the others are so mad at him, they thought he hurt me. While North only thought it was because of the fight.

The fight.

My eyes pressed close, trying to remember the fight that seemed like it was forever ago. Yet it was only a few hours ago, just before-

No. I can't think about that right now I needed to focus. I need to figure this out; But I couldn't because suddenly Silas was under the covers with me pressing against my back that faced away from him.

"Agelle?"

His voice had always been a comfort to me. His giant-gentle tendancies towards me had always been so kind. I wanted him. I wanted him to hug me and kiss me and make it all go away.

But I knew if he pulled me close it would be his hands all over again. Squeezing me, crushing my body to his.

I couldn't breathe.

The tears came back in full fruition, along with my short breaths. I was panicking and I needed to stop before Silas called for someone.

I felt his hand smooth across my back lovingly but I jerked slightly at his touch pulling forward. He pulled his hand back and started to get up. Grabbing another blanket from the ground he picked it up and pulled the blanket over me. He didn't say anything about the crying or push me to talk, instead he tucked me in with the blanket. I didn't want him to leave.

No! Please don't leave me!

"Shh Agelle Mou, it's okay now" Once he was done tucking me in he moved around and climbed into the bed but kept a good distance between us. I held my breath and waited for him to come closer, but he never did.

I knew this was hurting him, he thought I didn't want him.

Silas no- this isn't you. It's me, I'm the one whose messed up.

I pushed my leg out behind me, untucking the bottom of the blanket. I intertwined my foot partially under his. Just like under the desk.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Goodnight Agelle."

"Goodnight."

A/N: Well I'm kinda sad no ones really commenting. Is the story boring? It's supposed to pick up soon but I wanted to lay down some ground work. Sang went through something traumatic and I wanted to expose the after effects.

Thoughts? Anything would be highly appreciated :)

Again, apologies for any grammatical/ mechanical errors.