I’ve come to learn that a swift rebuttal stops them in their tracks.
She observes my bored expression and goes back to being a moody teenager, the smile disappearing as quickly as a cloud covers the sun.
‘She was here a minute ago. I think she said she was going to the tracks.’
‘Why would she go there? It’s not like she’s in the track team …’
‘Like I care,’ Cameron’s tone is bitchy, my obvious disinterest clearly egging the more charming side of her personality on.
‘Thanks,’ I say sarcastically, taking off at a fast walk in the direction of the football field.
It’s almost the end of lunch. Most people have already headed back towards the school buildings but there are a few people milling around the bleachers, Mr. Sawyer included. He sees me and nods a hello. Being the gym teacher, he normally relies on me to bring our state running team home with some medals for track and field each year. He knows me well. I nod back and then divert my attention to the rest of the field.
It’s a big field. But even at first glance I know something is severely amiss. Mr. Sawyer and the other students at the bleachers seem not to notice the commotion that is happening on the field.
All I can see is my beloved Baily. She’s on the grass, not moving.
A white hot rage takes over me and I start to see blurred circles of light across my line of vision. Adrenalin spikes in my blood stream and I know there is nothing on this earth that would be able to contain the rage I am feeling right now.
Setting off at a dead sprint, it isn’t long before I have covered the space between us. There is no stopping me though. I plough through the bodies that are on top of her and send them sprawling like bowling pins, knocking the girls flat on their asses. I don’t stop there, though. Getting them off her is just the beginning.
Female or not, they are hurting the girl I would give my life for, and for that, they are going to pay.
Fists meet soft jaw. I can feel teeth graze my knuckles as I connect with their mouths. I’m completely devoid of feeling, though. These people mean nothing to me. Hurting them harder than they hurt her is my sole purpose. When they are on the grass whimpering, I feel like I am halfway through with retribution.
To be honest, I forget where I am. I’m manic and furious, rage pouring off me in waves. When I’m the last man standing, I start in with my boot, kicking each of them in turn in the ribs. The feel of soft bone giving way does nothing to simmer my temper. There is nothing I can do to stop the rampage of violence that is spilling from me.
‘Emmett!’ I’m sure this person has been yelling at me for a while, yet it is only now that their voice seems to be reaching my ears.
Abruptly I turn, and notice that coach Sawyer is standing a short distance off, calling my name. A mortified expression is on his face, disbelief etched across his brows. The other students who were with him moments before are nowhere to be seen.
‘Emmett! Step away from the girls please.’ He’s coaxing me, as though I am beyond reason. To be honest, I probably am.
Ignoring him and the girls I just kicked the shit out of, I turn my attention back to the center of my universe. Bailey. All I see is Bailey. I bend down to pick her up, her tiny frame weighing next to nothing in my strong arms.
‘Where do you hurt? What have they done to you?’ I whisper urgently as I start to walk off with her. Completely ignoring coach, I make my way to the gate at the front school entrance. Getting Bailey home is my first priority.
‘I’m fine, I promise,’ she says weakly. ‘Please just take me home.’
CHAPTER EIGHT - Ruined
I do, carrying her the whole way there. Not that it is too far, her weight bearing no burden while my body still courses with adrenalin from the fight. I put one foot in front of the other until I reach our front door. Gently I lower her to the ground so she can fish out her house
She observes my bored expression and goes back to being a moody teenager, the smile disappearing as quickly as a cloud covers the sun.
‘She was here a minute ago. I think she said she was going to the tracks.’
‘Why would she go there? It’s not like she’s in the track team …’
‘Like I care,’ Cameron’s tone is bitchy, my obvious disinterest clearly egging the more charming side of her personality on.
‘Thanks,’ I say sarcastically, taking off at a fast walk in the direction of the football field.
It’s almost the end of lunch. Most people have already headed back towards the school buildings but there are a few people milling around the bleachers, Mr. Sawyer included. He sees me and nods a hello. Being the gym teacher, he normally relies on me to bring our state running team home with some medals for track and field each year. He knows me well. I nod back and then divert my attention to the rest of the field.
It’s a big field. But even at first glance I know something is severely amiss. Mr. Sawyer and the other students at the bleachers seem not to notice the commotion that is happening on the field.
All I can see is my beloved Baily. She’s on the grass, not moving.
A white hot rage takes over me and I start to see blurred circles of light across my line of vision. Adrenalin spikes in my blood stream and I know there is nothing on this earth that would be able to contain the rage I am feeling right now.
Setting off at a dead sprint, it isn’t long before I have covered the space between us. There is no stopping me though. I plough through the bodies that are on top of her and send them sprawling like bowling pins, knocking the girls flat on their asses. I don’t stop there, though. Getting them off her is just the beginning.
Female or not, they are hurting the girl I would give my life for, and for that, they are going to pay.
Fists meet soft jaw. I can feel teeth graze my knuckles as I connect with their mouths. I’m completely devoid of feeling, though. These people mean nothing to me. Hurting them harder than they hurt her is my sole purpose. When they are on the grass whimpering, I feel like I am halfway through with retribution.
To be honest, I forget where I am. I’m manic and furious, rage pouring off me in waves. When I’m the last man standing, I start in with my boot, kicking each of them in turn in the ribs. The feel of soft bone giving way does nothing to simmer my temper. There is nothing I can do to stop the rampage of violence that is spilling from me.
‘Emmett!’ I’m sure this person has been yelling at me for a while, yet it is only now that their voice seems to be reaching my ears.
Abruptly I turn, and notice that coach Sawyer is standing a short distance off, calling my name. A mortified expression is on his face, disbelief etched across his brows. The other students who were with him moments before are nowhere to be seen.
‘Emmett! Step away from the girls please.’ He’s coaxing me, as though I am beyond reason. To be honest, I probably am.
Ignoring him and the girls I just kicked the shit out of, I turn my attention back to the center of my universe. Bailey. All I see is Bailey. I bend down to pick her up, her tiny frame weighing next to nothing in my strong arms.
‘Where do you hurt? What have they done to you?’ I whisper urgently as I start to walk off with her. Completely ignoring coach, I make my way to the gate at the front school entrance. Getting Bailey home is my first priority.
‘I’m fine, I promise,’ she says weakly. ‘Please just take me home.’
CHAPTER EIGHT - Ruined
I do, carrying her the whole way there. Not that it is too far, her weight bearing no burden while my body still courses with adrenalin from the fight. I put one foot in front of the other until I reach our front door. Gently I lower her to the ground so she can fish out her house
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