Chapter 4
"Nessie, you've got to help me," Emma called. "Liam and a few other boys are drunk and its getting out of control!"
Why was everyone getting drunk? I hated the idea of alcohol taking over your body and making you do stupid things that you regret. I followed Emma to the front door and there were a big crowd of students watching Liam and Chris get into a fight. There were other boys who were drunk, shouting and encouraging the fight. I had to stop them. I was much stronger than any human here and I could easily take both boys down. I didn't want to make a scene so I grabbed both of Liam's arms and grasped them tightly. He squirmed but there was no way he could escape.
"Hey! Where are you taking him? We aren't done yet!" Chris yelled.
"Fight's over, Chris," Emma yelled back. "Go home!"
Emma helped me drag Chris to the back wall where we sat him on the concrete ground. His mouth and forehead was bleeding and droplets of blood ran down his white shirt.
"Are you okay with...blood?" Emma whispered shyly.
I nodded. It was nothing I couldn't control. I could smell the sweet scent of his blood staining his white shirt but I didn't have a strong desire to kill him. I wasn't really prone to blood as much as vampires. "Don't worry about me."
It wasn't until the moonlight reflected on Emma's face that I saw the bruise under her eye. "Emma, your eye. What happened?"
She reached out and touched her eye and winced slightly. "Is it that bad, huh? I was trying to stop Liam from the fight and he turned around and punched me. I don't think he even realised it was me."
"I- I'm sorry." Liam had been so quiet I'd forgotten he was sitting almost unconscious here.
"You're not forgiven yet," Emma said bitterly. "Let's just clean him up."
We took off his shirt since it was ruined anyway and pressured it on his head. I grabbed some ice from inside for Emma's eye and the three of us sat. Emma was the first to break the silence.
"Where's Scott?" she asked.
"Oh, I left him inside. He's such an asshole."
Emma chuckled lightly. "I'm glad you finally figured that out. Wait, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"
I gulped as the memory of Scott trying to put his hands in my dress filled my mind.
"No." I lied. Emma watched me cautiously. Of course she didn't buy it.
"Nessie, what did he do?"
I decided to show her instead and placed my hand on top of hers. She flinched at the image and her eyes narrowed. "That asshole! He's gonna wish he never did that…"
And that's exactly why I didn't want to tell her. "Emma, just drop it. He's not even worth it."
She rolled her eyes. "Fine." We sat in silence for a couple of minutes before I broke it this time.
"Can you hear that?" I asked no one in particular. I cocked my head to the side and concentrated on the blaring siren that was becoming louder.
"Its – it's a police car, I think." The siren became louder and it was definitely the police.
"Nobody move! Everyone stay where you are!" I heard the policeman yell. The music stopped inside and everybody fell silent.
"Everybody has one minute to make it to the front of the gymnasium! I repeat one minute to the front of the gymnasium!" The policeman yelled in a megaphone.
"Ah, shit," Liam muttered. We helped him up and we made it to the front entrance. There were four policemen not looking too pleased. When they saw us holding Liam up, one policeman came barging towards us.
"What's wrong with him?" he demanded.
"He's got a cut on his head. I'm not sure how deep it is," I said.
The policeman looked at Emma and I with his face scrunched up and his eyebrows pulled in the middle.
"Do you know how he got it?"
I looked at Emma, expecting her to lie but instead she told the truth. "There was a fight going on between him and Chris McKenzie."
The policeman wrote it down in his notebook and I could tell that Emma was feeling slightly guilty for telling on Liam. The policeman thanked us and before we could walk away, he called us back.
"Hang on, girls." Next to me I felt Emma tense up. "Do you know who brought the alcohol?"
We both shook our head. "I think someone spiked the punch, though," Emma added.
The policeman thanked us again and told us to stay with the other students. We joined the others who were whispering nervously to each other. After we were interrogated and breath tested, we were finally allowed to go home. I called Mum to pick up Emma and I, explaining briefly what happened and reassuring her that we were fine more than a dozen times. When I got home, Dad was frantic. I made sure I wouldn't think of the incident that happened with Scott. Dad would surely have a fit.
"Nessie, are you sure you're okay?" Dad asked for about the tenth time.
"Dad, please stop worrying. Honestly, I'm fine."
"Edward, you should be proud of Nessie," Emmett jumped in. "She stopped a fight. Well done, kiddo." Emmett winked at me and I couldn't help but grin back. I could always count on Emmett for lightening the mood.
Edward put his hand on my shoulder and kisses my head lightly. "I'm sorry, honey. I was just worried."
"It's fine Dad. I'm going to bed; I'll see you in the morning." I said goodnight to the rest of the family and headed upstairs. It had been one intense night and finally I could breathe. All I wanted was to have one good night at the dance, a night to remember.
Instead it turned into a disaster, a disastrous night that surely could not be forgotten.