Amnesia

Chapter 14

*DANIEL*

"Not worth it." Max spat on my face and stumbled to his feet. His two minions followed close behind.

Fucker.

Grunting in pain, I pushed myself up from the ground. My vision was covered with thick blood and my body shook uncontrollably, ready to collapse at any given moment.

"DANIEL!" I heard her voice. Terrified and shaken. Rage boiled within me. I took a step forward and then another. Before I knew it I was running blindly.

Call my name.

"DANIEL!" I dashed once again around the corner. I prayed nothing had happened to her. There she was. Held against her will by that drunk son of a bitch. I hauled him off her then proceeded to punch him repeatedly in the face, as I held him up by the collar with one hand. I was pumped with adrenaline. Well, whatever was left of it. I knocked him out and watched in disgust as he fell to the floor. I turned to find a frightened and coward Lana. She had her eyes shut and shielded her body with her hands.

I spat out blood and kicked his leg, still infuriated.

I approached her cautiously and spoke her name softly. She peaked up and jumped into my arms. I stumbled back and winced in pain. I used whatever energy I had left to hug her. I sighed, relieved. My shoulders relaxed and I stroked her hair as she sobbed into my chest. Her body trembled from fear.

"You're safe now." I cooed. She looked up, her face covered in tears.

"D-Daniel, your f-face."

"Shh, it's fine." I pressed her head against my chest, not wanting her to see the state I was in. Heck, even I didn't know what my face looked like.

"Let's go." She slid an arm around my waist and I rested mine around her shoulder. I leaned into her and remarkably she was able to carry my weight. When we got to her house we were greeted by a shocked Sammy.

"Sammy go to your room," Lana commanded, her voice stern. He didn't budge. He raised a shaky finger to me and spoke with a quiver.

"W-what happe-"

"To your room!" She repeated in a much harsher tone. Like a scared deer, Sammy ran upstairs and into his room. She even shocked me, such strength from her small body. She exhaled deeply and hung her head, "I didn't mean to scare him."

"He'll be fine." I reassured as we went up the stairs, one step at a time. I waited in her room while she went and got the first aid kit. She set the box down on the bed and got out what she needed.

"This is giving me deja vu." I teased, trying to lighten the mood. She smiled to herself and I could see a faint pink blush on her cheeks. Her hair was tangled and frizzy, a small cut on her bottom lip and her eyes carried heavy bags from lack of sleep but I still thought she looked beautiful. She dabbed the cotton ball over the blood and I winced every time she went over a cut. It bloody stung.

"Look at what he's done." She spoke to herself, her voice held a mix of annoyance and pain. Her eyes filled with water but she refused to let them go. She stayed composed but her hands shook as she dabbed the cotton over my flesh.

"Lana I'm fine, seriously." She narrowed her eyes at me, indicating that I shut up. I zipped my mouth shut and let her carry on. While she placed a plaster on my forehead I glanced in the mirror behind her. I had one swollen eye, a cut on my lip and head, and a bruise on my cheek.

She couldn't bear to look at me. She focused more on the task at hand than on my face.

I wanted to hurt him so bad.