By Your Side; Ksimon

Chapter Eight

JJ'S POV:

As soon as we arrived Vikk's mum was outside, he called her saying they needed help.

She rushed over to the car, the snow and wind ripping at her clothes.

She came to my car side, and she let out a small gasp, "W-What the...o-okay we need to get him inside, I didn't realize it was this bad. I thought it was just a couple of punches..."

Freya held his head up so I could slip out of the car, then I carried him once more bridal style.

I followed Vikk and his mum inside, and we led him into a nice kitchen. We ended up laying him on the counter.

Simon laid there out cold, his chest slowly rising up and down. She started to inspect his ribs nervously, moving her fingers around to see what she could feel. "I'm pretty certain it is only bruised, almost 100% certain, but it would be for the best to get him checked out..."

Vikk shook his head quickly, "No mum, we can't do that." She nods, understanding.

"Y-You guys run off." She said looking at each and every one of us, "I'm gonna clean him up..."

The others reluctantly walked off, leaving just me and his mum, "H-He's alright, right?" I could even hear the uncertainty in my own voice.

She nods, "Yes my dear...but he will need much bedrest..." she talks as she examines him, "But...where did this come from?" She lifts up his sweatpants, revealing his swollen ankle. Reluctantly I explain everything, she just shakes her head in disapproval. Walking off, second later she comes back with a brace, "Once the swelling reduces, have him wear this, I'm guessing no one else knows?" I nodded. "Very well...now please, let me do this."

I sighed, staring at my friend as he laid there. I should of gotten there sooner...how could it of gotten this bad.

I head into the living room, seeing Vikk crying while Josh rubbed the small of his back, Freya just leaned into his shoulder, closing her eyes.

I sat numbly next to Vikk, leaning forward with my hands clasped together. He looked at all of us.

"I-I'm so sorry..." He mutters, "I-It's all my fault..." He groans, running his hands through his hair. The three of his just stared at him confused.

"H-He had me pinned against the wall...because I refused to do his homework...I've done all of their homework since the beginning of freshman year." He sniffles, crying as he continued, "I-I tried to stick up for myself, telling them I wouldn't do it anymore. I didn't have time...so he pinned me against the wall and went to swing...then Simon came over...told them to let me go, and I just ran..." He throws his arms up in the air in defeat, not sure what else to do.

"V-Vik...it isn't your fault..." I whispered softly as he leaned on my shoulder, crying.

Us football guys were like family, even if we didn't always agree with each other, we were family.

Simon stuck up for Vikk though, even when he knew he was gonna get his ass kicked, he didn't even fight back, just let it happened...

We all sat there silently on the couch, for what seemed like hours.

Simon ran through my thoughts...I've never felt this way about a person before...he just...he's just amazing at everything...he gave me butterflies in my stomach.

If this was a couple of months ago, I probably would of been one of the people recording, but instead, I jumped in.

What if I didn't save him in the bathroom from Jake? Would he have gotten that hurt from him?