Scars

Chapter 20

          His hand reaches out to me, pushing me towards him as he steps forward successfully exchanging our positions as I see him punch one man, who has apparently come closer in the given time.

The second follows, and soon enough they are fighting two on one, with Jay clearly winning. A hushed groan brings my attention to the rest of the crew that had attacked me. I peek from the side of Jay's car to see two of them dragging one of their friend to the side.

The man being dragged looks in pain, but is conscious so I am assuming he must have broken something when Jay hit him with his car.

And despite the circumstances I was in, I let out a muffled giggle at Jay's antics. Though I soon sobered up when I realise that the one with gun is still okay, and will be here soon.

I wince at the sharp movement when I turn to look at Jay.

One man down, he looks to be at his leisure while toying with the other. I gulp at the amusement that glints in his blue eyes, dark and sinister.

The boy I knew had definitely changed, for better or for worse is still unknown.

Not wanting to be one of the stupid girls, I keep a look out for the men, scanning the area and cursing when I soon spot them.

Both had their weapons drawn and were coming from two different sides of the pick up truck that was parked there. The one on the right had a gun and the one through the left had a long baseball bat.

"Jay... nine o clock, gun and six o clock has a bat." I urgently inform the gang leader who has the man he was recently toying with in a head lock.

I smirk at him when he glances up at me and grins boyishly, though the dark and predatory look in his eyes make him look anything but harmless that a young boy should be.

And the man he had, fell from his grip as he let him go once he is unconscious, gesturing me towards the car, "Get inside then love, I will take a few minutes to finish it all. We need to leave before the police comes."

I nod, knowing I am hardly of any use to him and the pain in my head making it hard for me to think of any moves, I open the door and slide in.

Once inside, the throbbing in my head becomes more apparent and the pain in my back added to the cramps I already felt makes me feel faint. I groan in agony, unable to deal with the pain, so I rest my head on the cool surface of the glass.

My eyes go blurry, my mind finally catching up to the events. Tears slowly start falling, one and two going down slowly before the damn breaks.

Tears of pain, physical and mental.

Tears of despair.

Tears of once again being this close to dying,

And all I wish for is to curl in my bed and cry myself to sleep. I hear the driver's side door open but I refuse to look at him. Bowing my head slightly, I bite my lips to prevent any sound from escaping as tears remain unstoppable.

I feel the car moving, and the intense stare of his, yet I don't look up.

Not even when I feel the car come to a stop again.

Soon enough, my door opens, and Jayden bends down to unbuckle my seat belt, his hands brushing my sides and familiar scent filling my mind.

His hands wrap around me and he lifts me up, shutting door with his foot and carrying me as I bury my face in his chest, not ready to face anyone yet.

Once he stands me down, I sniffle, turning around only to stumble at the unfamiliar place. I turn around to face him in question.

"I didn't want to take you to the apartments right now. This is my place, safer than that building."