The Beautiful Boy Is Mine

Chapter 3: Bruised ribs

Axel (POV)

Since my first class is in the music department, I have to walk to the other side of my too large school. But since the incident with lockers happened first thing today, I'm thinking it'll be better if I walked outside. I'll be a little late but at least I can avoid getting beaten again. My ribs from 2 days ago from my dad still haven't healed yet so I've got to be extra careful. 

Pushing through the large double-doors I begin my journey. The fresh breeze whip through my hair and I take in as much sun as possible. I enjoy being outside to be honest, its always calming to me, despite the cars driving past.

One moment I'm walking peacefully and the next, I'm being surrounded by George and his stupid goons. Do they seriously have nothing better to do with their time? Eric, the shortest one of the group grabs my shirt to pull me towards him. When I resist a loud tearing sound is heard. Great. This is literally my last shirt.  The rip caused my rib cage to be expose. Meaning you can see the big angry bruising around my cracked bone. "Axiiee," Eric calls out, I flinch at the pet name. "Look how sexy you are." he says while trying to feel me up. "Please stop." I say in a timid voice. I really don't like talking to people. I just want to be left alone. "What was that?" George says forcefully, challenging me to talk back to him. Shaking my head out of fear I reply with a small "Nothing."

Suddenly, a force pushes me and I stumble into the street. My heart pounds against my bruised ribcage as a sleek black BMW comes to an automatic stop inches next to me. The windows are so tinted that you can't see through them, but I don't really care about that. George only shouts  "Watch where you're going fag!"  despite me almost dying.

Immediately, I make my way to the side walk on the opposite end, and its not until then that it hist me. I could've been run over. Like my mom was. Flashes of her body covered with blood enter my mind, and I know what's happening.

Panic attack.

I need to calm down. Dropping to my knees I cover my head, trying to catch myself but also trying to shield myself from George and his gang. I know that they'll come after the car leaves. They're going to beat me up. Again.

My eyes widen as my breath comes out even more labored than before. This is bad. I'm so concentrated on my breathing that I don't hear the doors of the car opening and closing. Suddenly, I'm engulfed in warmth. Strong arms are wrapped around me, and a prominent scent of a mixture of soap and lavander fills my nose. Weirdly it calms me down almost instantly and my breathing returns back to normal. Looking up I gaze into a pair of forest-green eyes, that is almost covered by cropped midnight hair.  

Eventually, I break away from the handsome stranger holding me to find a girl that looks to be about 5'4 threatening George and his goons who look absolutely terrified.  Stunned I go to stand when a sharp pain erupts from my abdominal area. Crying out I hunch over again cocooning my midsection. "What's wrong?" Says a worried deep husky voice.

Shaking my head, I keep my mouth shut. I know that if I don't I'll surely cry out in pain and be punished. "You've got to tell me." he says, trying to coax me.

The pain increases the more I stay in this position "I can't" I whisper, before the black dots start to cloud my vision.

Spike (POV)

My eyes follow him as he stumbles over to the side walk. I continue to observe him when he stays deathly still. Something's wrong.

I watch as his breaths start to come out in pants, and spring into action. " He's having a panic attack." I tell Lucy. 

I've never moved so fast in my life, but the next thing I new I was wrapping my arms around his smaller frame. I couldn't help but notice the way his bones stuck out and the bruise on his ribs. 

Luce was busy with the group of boys who seemed to be harassing him, but my main focus was the beautiful scared boy in my arms. Eventually, he breath evened out and I let out a relieved sigh when he looked up at me with his russet brown orbs.

He breaks away from me much to my dismay and looks over to Lucy, who is currently threatening George and his goons who look like they're about to piss themselves. I have to hold back a chuckle at the scene. She is definitely her father's daughter. 

When the boy in my arms go to stand he involuntarily cries out in pain while hunching over holding his stomach. "What's wrong?" I say worriedly. 

Shaking his head, he refuses to say anything, fear evident in his eyes. "You've got to tell me." I say, trying to coax him.  

He stays in the same position and whispers "I can't"  before passing out. Gathering him in my arms once again, I try not to panic. the bruise. I open his shirt a little wider to look at his ribs. My breath hitches when I see the numerous scars littered on his body. Some look deeper than others, some old, some new. None of them look like they've been treated. 

A gasp behind me makes cover his body instantly and swivel around towards the sound.  Lucy stands there, unshed tears in her eyes. "Is he ok?" she asks with uncertainty.

"Go to class." Is all I say.  

She sighs in agitation. "Fine. But I'm only going because I have an exam. Take care of him."

After placing a comforting hand on my arm she turns, walking towards her building. Picking him up bridal style I carry him to the car.

What has he gone through since I left?