Author's Note: As I said earlier, due to my friend being in town and the screwed-up mess that's happening with the site, updates are going to be slightly delayed. Please bear with me guys; I'm trying!
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As agreed, Amy and Scott met up in the parking lot of the stadium early before the show the next week. One look at her, and he felt a sob catch in the back of his throat as traitorous tears filled his eyes. He could hardly believe it was Amy he was looking at. She looked so small...so defeated, somehow. It hurt him just to look at her and see how much she had diminished. Unable to control himself, he reached out the long distance of the two feet between them and pulled her into his arms. She sank against him, feeling safer than she had in a long time. Scott held her tightly, terrified to let her go, terrified she would fade away from him.
He finally pulled back and looked into her brown eyes. She looked so scared, and so lost. Her eyes were fixed on him, begging for comfort. He placed a warm, roughened hand softly against her cheek.
"It's okay," he whispered, his voice somewhere between velvet and gravel. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You know that."
Amy found his other hand and held it between both of hers. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid?"
"Me?" he tried to laugh. "Of course not. Don't worry about a thing."
Daring greatly, he tentatively leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.
Inside herself, Amy sighed in disappointment. When he had leaned over her like that, her heart had jumped, hoping for one split second he might actually kiss her. And then his lips had landed on her forehead, just a simple little show of affection from a friend. "Or a brother," she thought bitterly.
Releasing her hand, Scott picked up Amy's gymbag despite her protests, and they walked toward the stadium. To Amy, the air felt filled with electricity, tense in some odd way she could not describe. Or maybe it was just her excitement from the moment before, or nervousness about facing Hunter. But she could not shake the paranoid feeling that there would be a huge confrontation tonight.
Unburdened by carrying anything, Amy walked slightly faster and a few feet ahead of Scott, reaching the stadium door first. So she appeared alone when she stepped inside.
"You stood me up the other night," she heard a low voice tease, but there was no humor in it, only malice.
She looked up to see Hunter leaning against the wall where he had undoubtedly been waiting for her.
Amy lifted her head and looked at him defiantly, trying to appear fearless though she was sure he would notice how badly her legs were shaking. "Leave me the hell alone."
"Excuse me?" He walked threateningly towards her. The stadium door swung open, and Raven stepped inside. He took one look at Hunter and his jaw set and his eyes flared with an uncontainable rage.
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As agreed, Amy and Scott met up in the parking lot of the stadium early before the show the next week. One look at her, and he felt a sob catch in the back of his throat as traitorous tears filled his eyes. He could hardly believe it was Amy he was looking at. She looked so small...so defeated, somehow. It hurt him just to look at her and see how much she had diminished. Unable to control himself, he reached out the long distance of the two feet between them and pulled her into his arms. She sank against him, feeling safer than she had in a long time. Scott held her tightly, terrified to let her go, terrified she would fade away from him.
He finally pulled back and looked into her brown eyes. She looked so scared, and so lost. Her eyes were fixed on him, begging for comfort. He placed a warm, roughened hand softly against her cheek.
"It's okay," he whispered, his voice somewhere between velvet and gravel. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. You know that."
Amy found his other hand and held it between both of hers. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid?"
"Me?" he tried to laugh. "Of course not. Don't worry about a thing."
Daring greatly, he tentatively leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.
Inside herself, Amy sighed in disappointment. When he had leaned over her like that, her heart had jumped, hoping for one split second he might actually kiss her. And then his lips had landed on her forehead, just a simple little show of affection from a friend. "Or a brother," she thought bitterly.
Releasing her hand, Scott picked up Amy's gymbag despite her protests, and they walked toward the stadium. To Amy, the air felt filled with electricity, tense in some odd way she could not describe. Or maybe it was just her excitement from the moment before, or nervousness about facing Hunter. But she could not shake the paranoid feeling that there would be a huge confrontation tonight.
Unburdened by carrying anything, Amy walked slightly faster and a few feet ahead of Scott, reaching the stadium door first. So she appeared alone when she stepped inside.
"You stood me up the other night," she heard a low voice tease, but there was no humor in it, only malice.
She looked up to see Hunter leaning against the wall where he had undoubtedly been waiting for her.
Amy lifted her head and looked at him defiantly, trying to appear fearless though she was sure he would notice how badly her legs were shaking. "Leave me the hell alone."
"Excuse me?" He walked threateningly towards her. The stadium door swung open, and Raven stepped inside. He took one look at Hunter and his jaw set and his eyes flared with an uncontainable rage.