Love Song (LGBTQ+) (COMPLETED)

50. Trembler (Interlude 13)

That heavy pressure returned to the air around me for the second time that night as he passed me, shoving Courtney out of the way and onto her butt while his eyes remained locked onto one apparent sight. That sight appeared to be Tyler. I had heard all of the rumors about him, like the one about how he had beaten a few local drunks into the ground because he ran into one of them and they gave him a hard time, or one about how he crushed someone's jaw after they tried starting a fight with him after he stepped in between a couple's fight. Yet the slow, leisured steps in his tight black jeans and gray hoodie had spoken of something entirely different.

I was proven entirely wrong when the next thing I knew, his hair and elbow were pointed toward the cloudy night sky as his fist viciously clashed with Tyler's face, sending him back into the same gate I had been thrown into myself. It was like a switch had been flipped, and that switched turned Matty himself into some sort of human bullet with inhuman speed. As fist after continual fist was buried into his face, Matty raised his knee and sent the bottom of what appeared to be his foot into the side Tyler's face. Then came the second round of a raised knee and a shoe to his face.

Cracking his neck, Matty slowly turned around and began making his way back up the hill, revealing the shape he left Tyler in. Put simply, Matty had proved all of his rumors true. Tyler wasn't a small guy by any means of the word, but after several quick fists and two kicks to the face, he wasn't getting up any time soon as he lied on the ground, covered in his own blood. Lifting his foot up once more, he stepped back onto the concrete and now pointed his eyes at the lone other male.

While less so for Tyler, the both of them had been more innocent than Courtney herself was, but did I dare say anything to the man who just saved me like I was the picture definition of a damsel in distress? Did I dare say a word to the man who just battered someone twice his size in weight and was about to attempt it again with the other guy, even if he was innocent? Taking another step forward, the only two things I saw were his hair bouncing into air once again and the afterimage of his form swinging upwards.

In what felt like a flash, Tre'Quan collided with the ground in a much, much harder fashion than Tyler had as his skull smacked the pavement underneath him. I could only stand and watch as Matty gave his best shot at trying to crush his skull to pieces with just his fists. The torrential downpour of violent collisions sent blood spitting in every direction until he just suddenly stopped and stood straight. Using his thumb to crack the knuckle of his middle finger, Matty stepped off of him - but that was also the exact moment his intentions became clear.

Letting his leg haul itself backwards, he heaved it forward until it connected with the mouth of Tre'Quan. Spitting both blood and numerous teeth into the air, it had almost sounded as if hail was pelting the ground. Matty turned ever so slightly to the right and caught Courtney's eyes. Even from a few feet away, I was able to feel the massive intensity that just seemed to melt off of him as his eyes peered into hers. It had been very possible that he may have killed one of those two boys, and yet it hadn't seemed to bother him in the slightest.

Matty sighed softly as he opened and closed his fist. "You should take a second look at the people you choose to be around."

As he turned around, I had almost completely missed the fresh blood that dripped from his knuckles because of the words he spoke to her. What exactly had he meant by that short sentence? Was he going to do to her what he did to Tyler and Tre'Quan, or did he mean something else entirely by saying that? Matty, as violent as he was made out to be, was never said to do anything to women. He was just a teenage boy with bricks for fists and the shortest, worst temper I had ever seen on anyone.

Wiping his reddened knuckles against his jeans, he leaned forward to pick up his guitar case. The one thing I hadn't seen coming was him taking my wrist into his free hand and beginning to pull me along with his long strides. Tugged forward, I literally didn't have any option but to follow until he suddenly stopped and let go of me before bending over and picking up a phone. More specifically, my phone. It was just a swift movement later that my phone found his back pocket and my wrist had been taken in by his surprisingly strong hand for a second time.