Just as I Begin to Fade

Forty Seven. Two Kinds of Trouble

Bobby was wringing his hands out, having just washed his hands after using the restroom, he came out into the main hall, looking to see Gwen somewhere between places since he'd known her to be with Derek, but the hall was nearly empty.

He then went toward the door that led to the dorm the party had been at, but the door was locked, jammed in his mind. "Hey!" he knocked firmly, "Is anybody in there?!"

Just then, at his right approached Derek.

"Oh, hey," he sighed a little. "Did you forget something?" he actually wondered.

"No, I just came back to tell Gwen something. I thought she would be with you... actually," he creased a brow.

"I thought she might have left with you, I hadn't seen her after that, so I went to the restroom and was getting ready to head out."

"I didn't see her bike," he claimed.

"No, I think she walked because I was going to drive her home," Bobby assured. "You mind helping me with this door? I think it's jammed."

"Sure," he stepped forward and he gave it a shove as the other male twisted the knob.

Between the force of the two of them, they easily knocked the door open just to see a couple guys surrounding something, but as soon as the door opened and the teens appeared in the shadow, they all started to scatter.

"What the hell is going on?" Bobby yanked one of the guys from the back of the shirt and he pulled him back, just to see that Gwen was on the couch, her tights ripped and her legs full of blood. "You sick bastards, what did you do?!" he yelled. "Derek, call somebody!" he turned to look back but the kid was gone.

"She was a bitch the whole fucking night!" Clay intercepted. "She sprayed pepper spray in my eyes!"

Bobby spun around, "I see she had reason," he clenched his fist and didn't hesitate to punch him in the face, his anger causing him to be extremely violent. He then proceeded to fight with the rest of the guys until he hurt them enough that they passed out or left, but he knew each and every one of their faces.

After getting them away from her, he dropped down to his knees and he took her hand, kind of checking her pulse. He then decided to grab a blanket and he covered her legs, trying cover her ripped clothing and the blood. He scooped her up, and he carried her through campus until they got her to the car and he settled her in the back seat, laying her down with the blanket.

He took a deep breath and then swiped his dark hair back, just before getting to the driver's seat in order to take her to the hospital because he knew the fact that she was unconscious was something integral.

He sped through each street, nearly running a few red lights, but he took her right to emergency and they laid her on a gurney as soon as he carried her in.

"What happened?"

"I think she was raped, I don't know how many times but there were four guys and I know all their names," he claimed, running off of adrenaline as he couldn't comprehend his own words. "Is it bad? Is she going to be okay?" he asked.

"She's going to need some stitches for sure, but till then we wouldn't worry. You got her here very quickly it seems," the female nurse told him.

He sighed, disappointed by the fact that he didn't get to her before anybody could do anything to her, but he had assumed she walked off with Derek.

At the moment, he wanted to kill him as well because he ran out as soon as he saw that she was being attacked, but he didn't help her or even attempt, he ran out on her.