BEAUTIFUL LIAR [ANDER MUÑOZ]

Twenty-four.

Triana immediately widened her eyes as she heard her heart stop in her chest before literally feeling her legs give way. She fell to the floor as she briefly heard the group walk away before staring at the inert, bloody body of Ander through her tearful vision.

"And-Ander ... Ander! Ander!" She stuttered as she rushed over the brown trying to ignore the blood on his face before shaking him in panic and total disarray."I- I love you. I love you, damn it!"

She was so disoriented by the situation that she didn't even notice the brown coming back to his senses. He blinked his eyes several times before leaving a groggy breath and a slight smile as he took in Triana's tearful face."Stupid, they had to kill me for you to say it again."

Triana paused through her tears in the realization before letting a sigh of relief. She fell heavily on her butts, ignoring the stone debris poking through her jeans before giving an exasperated look on the brown despite the slight smile threatening to bend her lips."Stop laughing, idiot. You could have died!"

"But I'm not." Said Ander as he let out a slight sore groan as he tried to stand up.

Triana hurriedly straightened up to help him get up before puting most of his weight on her side."Hey, hey, easy. Gently, Ander."

"I can't go home like this. My mom is going to freak out."Groaned the brown as they walked through the gate.

Triana immediately nodded her head in agreement."I know. I should take you to the hospital."

"No, no. It's worse."

"So what do you suggest?" Triana asked, exasperated as she tried to support the brown.

"Here we go again. Do you hate me again?" Groaned Ander with a semblance of chuckle.

Triana immediately frowned at the idiot's profile."It's still under debate."

"Don't make me laugh." Ander grumbled as he leaned against a wall to take a pause, grimacing in pain before giving her a hesitant look under his long eyelashes." Is anyone in your house?"

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Triana gave a look at her reflection as she could still feel the effects of the earlier fight hanging over her mind. Watching Ander get hit like that made her realize how much he depended on him. He was the only boy she had ever really loved and she almost lost him today.

She had never been so scared in her whole life.

She could still hear the sounds of his groans in the back of her mind. She squeezed her grip on the edge of the bathroom sink at the mere thought. The sight of Ander's bloody face resounds behind her eyes.

She could still feel everything as if she were there. The smell of marijuana mixed with the tobacco of the guy holding her, his hands dirty on her chin and the sight of these fuckers beating Ander with pieces of wood as if he were just a fucking vulgar piñata.