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Chapter 4:
Her mouth tasted like rusted metal mixed with liquid cranberries. Gingerly she rubbed the trickle of blood oozing down the side of her mouth before heaving herself off the alley floor. Hands shaking, heart pounding, she waited or any more footsteps before taking a step forward. And immediately collapsing. That had to be the worst beating she had ever received, and that was truly saying a lot.
"May." The voice was near whisper in the cloaking darkness of the night. Pure violet eyes glinted in the late, pinking sky. Jay snaked an arm carefully around her waist, guiding her steps like a parent teaching a child to walk. "I'm so sorry."
The brunette shook her head, eyes shining with tears, "You have nothing to be sorry for. It was my fault. If I wasn't wandering around at night this would never have happened."
"I'm sorry," he repeated again. Seeing her like made him want to turn and empty the contents of his stomach.
A shudder racked her body; "I found something…in the alley…a book..." she trailed of gasping in pain.
A shock went through Jay's body. A book. The Hallows. Home. Forcing his voice to stay calm he murmured, "Tell me later, sweetheart. You're hurt."
May nodded, "I know." Gods, she was shaking so bad.
Anger. "What did he do, May?"
She screwed her face, as if trying to remember. It amazed him how easily she would talk of a beating. Then again, she'd gone through so many times that it was necessary for her to talk to somebody. Drew, in an odd sort of way, like her. No, he was obsessed in way, with hurting her. Emotionally and physically; until he broke her.
Gods, the day he broke her. The light from her eyes was gone, the world had finally gone black, and he felt himself give way. After Mellissa he had swore that no other being would go through Drew's torture the way she had. Yet, here was May. A vicious circle that never ceased to exist.
The girls were merely Drew's playthings. Trash.
"He kicked me once…I think...or he hit me with something really heavy in the stomach. Then he said he was going to give me a haircut…staring below the ch-ch-chin." She stopped as sobs racked her body.
"Let me see," Jay murmured, raising her chin delicately. He took in a sharp breath of air.
The cut was long and deep. Definitely the work of a blade and a sharp one at that. It went from her throat to the tip of her collarbone. Anger bubbled inside of him.
"The next time me and Drew get in a fight, I'm killing him," he hissed, hatred seeping into every word.
May shook her head and gazed at the alley coming. Jay was being ridiculous. There was no way in hell that he could ever win, much less kill, in a fight with Drew. It wasn't that Drew was a type of superhuman fighter, but because of his superhuman aura. And air of power and superiority hung in the air around him. It was almost visible as if bathed in moonlight.
"There's no need for killing," she stated crisply, and cringed. She sounded like one of those automated messaging women. No matter, there was going to be no killing as long as she was around. No killing, no violence, no blood….
Except hers of course.
She got nothing but an impatient grunt from the blond boy next to him. "Sure, whatever you want," he muttered gruffly before lowering her to the floor, making sure not to hurt her; anymore than she already was anyway. He pulled off his black sweatshirt and gently tucked it around her bare legs.
"I'll get Melissa," he sighed, "she's gonna flip when she sees you." He shook his head, as if amused, "The only girl on the planet who has a near death experience every week." His lips twitched into a smirk and May couldn't help but smile back.
She leaned her back against the cool brick and closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. Everything was okay.
For now.
0o0o0o0
Drew cursed as he swiped his bloody hands on his jeans. The bitch hadn't even fought back. That had just made him angrier. Every single time he did something to her, she wouldn't raise a finger.
The bitch.
It was as if she was to good for this. Like she didn't have the time to waste fighting him. Anger bubbled in him, threatening to burst, and he struggled not to charge and beat the bloody crap out of her.
He had honestly thought he was going to kill her the moment he had held the switchblade against her throat. It was oddly satisfying to have someone at you mercy like that; especially her.
Gods he hated her. Hated her to the very core of his being, right to the black heart inside of him. He doubted the fact he even had a heart, but there was something inside of him that was beating. That was keeping him alive.
And that was its purpose, to keep him alive. Nothing more, nothing less.
0o0o0o0
"What do you want me to do!" May gasped as Melissa pulled the cloth bandage tighter on her arm that looked suspiciously broken. The burning wouldn't stop, the pain wouldn't stop, and Melissa wanted to talk now.
"I want you to lift your hand and fight!" Melissa shouted, and twisted the cloth tighter. May hissed in pain. "Don't you understand? Out here it's survival of the fittest."
May shook her head. "I can't," she whispered.
"May, listen to me. Drew will kill you. Do you hear me? Good. Now listen closely. You're not the first girl that Drew has taken a…liking to. The last one barely escaped with her life." Her eyes shined with tears.
"Who was it?" May asked faintly. The cut on her neck was starting to bleed again and Melissa held the already bloody rag to her throat.
"He hasn't told you?" the blonde asked in a soft voice. " Jay…he hasn't mentioned it at all."
The brunette shook her head.
"Oh," Melissa muttered as a wave of hurt flew through her. Jay. Gods she loved him. His violet eyes. The dirty blonde hair that swept across his forehead. The soft curve of his mouth when he smirked, or the way that when he really smiled, it would always reach his eyes. She had fallen so quickly; she couldn't even remember when it had happened. The first day? The second?
"Who was it?" May asked again.
The blonde ignored her. "Try not to kill yourself," she muttered, tying the last of the bandages. Hiding her eyes and hopefully the tears she pulled herself up and sauntered out of the alley, leaving May staring at the wall ahead.
0o0o0o0
What had she said again? A book. A book! How was that possible? None of them could afford a book! Jay breathed sharply, impatient now.
The Hallows. Freedom.
He and Melissa may have lost the war before. But this time tings were far from over.
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