Monster (BWWM) complete

Reasons

Krissy watched over Bryce as slept at his side, her arms wrapped around her legs. She had been crying the whole time, beating herself up for getting him into trouble. Her mouth always had ways gotten her into trouble, which sometimes even caused Bryce grief.

Like the time a few months ago when the two of them had gone to the beach together. Her expensive sunglasses, which were actually a cheap replica her aunt had gotten her for her birthday was stepped on by a couple of college guys playing Frisbee on the beach. They had been a menaces that whole afternoon, annoying everyone and disrupting everyone else's fun with their obnoxious behavior. She had been itching to say something to them for an hour, but had been stopped by Bryce. But one of the idiots stepping on her sunglasses had been an excuse to finally say something and she had. As usual she caused a scene and went a little to far.

It turned out that not only were the men obnoxious ass-holes but also two-bit thugs, who had no concerns about trying to rough up a girl with a 'big-ass mouth'. She and Bryce had went home a day later after a night in jail, Bryce with two black bruises around both eyes because of his stepping in and having to fight two men. Her pride hadn't allowed her any room to make an apology.

Now his face, which had only recently began to heal from the encounter with Marcus, was swelling and black and green once again.

His body shuddered as his left eye blinked open, the other one is swelled shut. Her body straightened as he gaze lands on her. He groaned and weakly propped himself up.

"I'm so sorry, Bryce." She whispered never feeling so helpless before in her life. His brows shot up in surprise. "I didn't mean to - "

"I'm fine," he croaked, interrupting her. "You think such a tiny woman can beat up a big strong man like me?" He lightly smirked.

Krissy stared at him. "Yeah," she answered. "Yeah, I do because it happened. Its not funny, Bryce."

"Yeah..." He winced. "Its not funny," he whispered, his fingers poking gently at the bruised flesh on his face. He grimaced.

She frowned. "I..." Damn. She had already messed up her apology. Why on earth was she always doing things wrong when it came to Bryce? No, that wasn't true. Krissy found she usually did anything that was important wrong.

"It wasn't your fault..." He gently dragged himself to the wall. He coughed, his whole body shook. He closed his open eye.

"I... I have a little water left from what he brought last night..."

"He...?" The boy's green eye snapped open. He leaned forward, green eyes glinting with worry.

"Marcus... is what that woman calls him," She crawled onto her feet and went to retrieve the bottle of water she had left untouched hidden underneath the one blanket given to her, just in case they came back for it. She walked back over water bottle and blanket in hand. She handed it to him, but it tumbled from his hands. She noticed how swollen his fingers were. His wrists were an ugly sight, along with his face and what was under his shirt. Bryce was without a doubt 'getting it' worse then her.

Bryce grunted in frustration and bent forward in an attempt to try again. His whole body quaked as he bent over in pain and wheezed. Her worry spiked.

She quickly picked it up and unscrewed the cap for him and placed it to his lips. He took a total of two gulps before moving his head away.

"Thanks... you should drink what's left."

The girl frowned, re-capping the bottle. The brown-skinned girl wiped at his chin, which water dripped from with her hand. "We're going to be alright..." The girl told him, actually herself. "We'll be fine, I think. We'll get out of her for sure." The teen sniffed and bit her lip.