Make Me Stay

12| LAMPOST REHEARSAL

"What's going on?" Asked Ashton getting out of his trance.

Lynn shot him a glare that had him take a step back or two. "What happens here is that your little micropennis friend over there is a complete rubbish of a human being, that's what's going on!"

"Yeah, but I mean wh-" insisted Ashton before he was cut by a fuming Oliver.

"Look, long story short. The one you call a friend is no more than an annoying little shit and if you don't leave right now... I'll literally step on it." He said putting more emphasis in the last word.

Ashton mimicked my confused expression. There was no doubt of the principal issue, but there were so many holes my own mind was trying to fill. It led to nothing though, wich made my brain itch for more information, for more pieces of the story.

"Why are you back?" Low and accusatory. Jaxon in his pure nature.

I would crack under his glance. Hell I would take the first ticket to another universe to avoid that stare. But not Chase. He in the other side, looked as cool as cucumber. His platinum hair gave him an even more careless look while his dark eyes glistened with amusement.

"Heard they changed lime icecream's recipe and of course I had to have some, didn't I?" Malice. He was all malice. I could see right through his poisonous soul. I could feel how little he cared not only for the ones around him, but even about himself, it looked as if he was literally calling for the death to come to him.

Jaxon in the other hand was like living in the north pole. Incredibly cold outside but with the slightest chance of being warm inside the igloo.

I didn't see it coming. Not my way, but toward Chase. Legs firm on the floor, tense shoulders and a strong arm swinging beautifully until it collided with the guy's smirk. The place went silent and all I could hear was the unmistakable cracking sound of a broken bone. But that didn't stop Chase. Quite the contrary actually, he let out a sickening laugh that turned my stomach into a freaking washing machine that instead of water spread dread inside me.

The triplets were scared and I wanted to run towards them but Oliver's pointed gaze kept me rooted to floor.

Chase used the sleeve of his black sweater to clean the blood pouring down his nose and lips that kept falling down no matter his efforts. "Look at you JC. Still a wounded little pup." He laughed at his own words. "Pathetic as always, you think you'll be better than me just by throwing a couple of punches." And he laughed again. I wanted to do something, say something. But my throat was tied by my rational thoughts. "You can be as strong as you want in the outside." He talked slowly, dragging the words but still with a tight leash on them. Loud and clear. "But we both know the truth. We both know you are not enough. You were not enough for your mother and you will never be enough for anyone."

Behind Jaxon I could feel the floor trembling. His back was stiff as a board and he hid one of his arms behind him. With a closed fist I could see his knuckles turn white and the red spots where his nails were digging into the rough skin of his palm.

Almost instinctively I took his fist in my hand which made him go even more tense. But as his body began to relax I drew circular patterns on the back of his hand. He sighed and turned his head in a fast motion to meet my eyes, then back to Chase and then to Oliver.

"JC." Oliver stepped in catching now his full attention. "Go home. Spencer must have already arrived."

Jaxin shook his head. "I'm not leaving you with this fuck-"

"I said go. Now. I'm taking care of this." It seemed as if with every hair his temper also grew and now I knew better than to enter the conversation.