Chapter 4
It was enough. She was tired of guys feigning love just to get down her pants. Tired of people in her life pretending to care even though they knew nothing about her. Tears rolled endlessly off her cheeks and became miniature lakes on the tiled floor. She shut the bathroom door and looked in the mirror. They said she was beautiful inside and out...so then why couldn't they see her for more than her body. A sickening smile crossed her face as she found the razor in her purse and drew it accross her arm.
Blood trickled and dripped to the ground.
Thorn wiped his cheek, which was now an open wound. He growled, his eyes blind to the world as the anger coarsed through his blood. Rose slowly from the ground.
"Been talking to my girl freak?" Bill asked, a displaced smile on his face.
"You hurt her." Thorn said in a low growl, completely ignoring his cheek. Several people from the crowd turned their attention from Hercule's fight to the scene. Bill caught the look in Thorn's eyes, the way every feature on his face was twisted in utter contempt for him, and took a step back. He hadn't expected the orphan to get up after he hit him once.
"None of your business you fucking trash...she's mi-" Before Bill could finish his sentence, Thorn embedded his left fist into his stomach, causing him to double back, and then upper-cutted the taller boy with his right, knocking him to the ground. Though he was not bloodied, bruises began to show themselves all accross Bill's body. Thorn made an angry noise and walked over to the fallen agressor, firmly resting his foot on his throat.
'Don't you dare get up. If you or any of your preppy friends even look at me funny again, I'm coming after y-hey!"
Two strong arms wrapped around Thorn's waist from behind, and Bill's friends carried him to one of the narrow alleys between concession areas. The next few moments were black to him. He was repeatedly punched in the gut, kicked between the legs more times than he thought a man capable of, and utterly battered until he could take no more. Feeding off the last bit of anger he had, Thorn struggled and elbowed the boy holding him hard in the stomach, and made a break for it. Running as fast as he could and not looking back, he could hear their yells and heavy footsteps behind them, but knew noone could catch up to the star soccer player. Knowing it was useless, that they'd wait at the exit, he kicked open the nearest door and shut it hard behind him.
A girl stood facing a mirror in the center of the room. He panted heavily, standing against the door. Shit, he told himself. The girls bathroom. He sighed, waiting for her to notice and flip, but suprisingly enough, she seemed to disregard his presence. He walked to a sink and stuck his face in, washing some of his own blood away. He pulled his wet face away and recognized her as Becky. Her face was still wet with tears, she held her arms behind her back. He took a step toward her, and she did not do anything to protest. Their eyes met, and once more he felt lost somewhere that he'd rather not be found, deep within her soul. He shyly looked down, and saw a thin red line on her wrist.
"You shouldn't do that you know..." He said silkily, shaking his head.
"I don't see why not. Noone else seems to care. What would you know any-?" Becky stopped talking when Thorn turned his wrists over, revealing two very deep scars, frowning.
"I don't understand..." She said, touching his wrists, looking at them, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Why?"
Thorn sighed, and just smirked. His expression gave Becky a feeling as if her problems were nothing. That he had somehow endured all the strife the world had to offer, and she felt selfish.
"Becky, no matter what problems you've had in life..." He said, tilting his head and talking smoothly, "You've always had someone to fall back on. A friend, a boyfriend, parents, anyone. As you probably know I'm not exactly the most popular guy in Orange Star, and as for parents, well...I'm an orphan. Maybe I don't deserve friends or family, but hell, it still hurts."
For a moment, Becky was still, Thorn's explanation hovering over her head like a thick mist, as she slowly took it in bit by bit. Another wave of sickness swept over her, a new tide of pain stemming from Bill capped by guilt from never giving Thorn a second look before, and she buryed her face in her hands and started crying again, the razor dropping to the floor and breaking with a metallic clink.
Thorn found himself unable to restrain himself. Before he could blink he had his arm around Becky, and was doing his best to comfort her.
"..I understand you because I feel the same, Becky. Don't cry, please. Before today I looked at you as a heartless bitch-" This invoked more tears from Becky, and Thorn mentally cursed himself. She might deserve that, but not now. He rubbed her back gently. "-but now I see that you deserve more than just a second glance or a hungry look at your ass. Becky, let me help you through this." He sighed and kissed her on the cheek, and with that she removed her face from her hands, wiping away the tears and looking at him with those endlessly gorgeous blue eyes. He felt himself melt. Was that a blush on her cheeks? Their faces were close now, too close. She was leaning close to him now and he could feel her hot breath on his lips. Was this the moment he had waited for all his life...?
He would never know. An explosion rocked the stadium, and everything fell apart.
It was enough. She was tired of guys feigning love just to get down her pants. Tired of people in her life pretending to care even though they knew nothing about her. Tears rolled endlessly off her cheeks and became miniature lakes on the tiled floor. She shut the bathroom door and looked in the mirror. They said she was beautiful inside and out...so then why couldn't they see her for more than her body. A sickening smile crossed her face as she found the razor in her purse and drew it accross her arm.
Blood trickled and dripped to the ground.
Thorn wiped his cheek, which was now an open wound. He growled, his eyes blind to the world as the anger coarsed through his blood. Rose slowly from the ground.
"Been talking to my girl freak?" Bill asked, a displaced smile on his face.
"You hurt her." Thorn said in a low growl, completely ignoring his cheek. Several people from the crowd turned their attention from Hercule's fight to the scene. Bill caught the look in Thorn's eyes, the way every feature on his face was twisted in utter contempt for him, and took a step back. He hadn't expected the orphan to get up after he hit him once.
"None of your business you fucking trash...she's mi-" Before Bill could finish his sentence, Thorn embedded his left fist into his stomach, causing him to double back, and then upper-cutted the taller boy with his right, knocking him to the ground. Though he was not bloodied, bruises began to show themselves all accross Bill's body. Thorn made an angry noise and walked over to the fallen agressor, firmly resting his foot on his throat.
'Don't you dare get up. If you or any of your preppy friends even look at me funny again, I'm coming after y-hey!"
Two strong arms wrapped around Thorn's waist from behind, and Bill's friends carried him to one of the narrow alleys between concession areas. The next few moments were black to him. He was repeatedly punched in the gut, kicked between the legs more times than he thought a man capable of, and utterly battered until he could take no more. Feeding off the last bit of anger he had, Thorn struggled and elbowed the boy holding him hard in the stomach, and made a break for it. Running as fast as he could and not looking back, he could hear their yells and heavy footsteps behind them, but knew noone could catch up to the star soccer player. Knowing it was useless, that they'd wait at the exit, he kicked open the nearest door and shut it hard behind him.
A girl stood facing a mirror in the center of the room. He panted heavily, standing against the door. Shit, he told himself. The girls bathroom. He sighed, waiting for her to notice and flip, but suprisingly enough, she seemed to disregard his presence. He walked to a sink and stuck his face in, washing some of his own blood away. He pulled his wet face away and recognized her as Becky. Her face was still wet with tears, she held her arms behind her back. He took a step toward her, and she did not do anything to protest. Their eyes met, and once more he felt lost somewhere that he'd rather not be found, deep within her soul. He shyly looked down, and saw a thin red line on her wrist.
"You shouldn't do that you know..." He said silkily, shaking his head.
"I don't see why not. Noone else seems to care. What would you know any-?" Becky stopped talking when Thorn turned his wrists over, revealing two very deep scars, frowning.
"I don't understand..." She said, touching his wrists, looking at them, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Why?"
Thorn sighed, and just smirked. His expression gave Becky a feeling as if her problems were nothing. That he had somehow endured all the strife the world had to offer, and she felt selfish.
"Becky, no matter what problems you've had in life..." He said, tilting his head and talking smoothly, "You've always had someone to fall back on. A friend, a boyfriend, parents, anyone. As you probably know I'm not exactly the most popular guy in Orange Star, and as for parents, well...I'm an orphan. Maybe I don't deserve friends or family, but hell, it still hurts."
For a moment, Becky was still, Thorn's explanation hovering over her head like a thick mist, as she slowly took it in bit by bit. Another wave of sickness swept over her, a new tide of pain stemming from Bill capped by guilt from never giving Thorn a second look before, and she buryed her face in her hands and started crying again, the razor dropping to the floor and breaking with a metallic clink.
Thorn found himself unable to restrain himself. Before he could blink he had his arm around Becky, and was doing his best to comfort her.
"..I understand you because I feel the same, Becky. Don't cry, please. Before today I looked at you as a heartless bitch-" This invoked more tears from Becky, and Thorn mentally cursed himself. She might deserve that, but not now. He rubbed her back gently. "-but now I see that you deserve more than just a second glance or a hungry look at your ass. Becky, let me help you through this." He sighed and kissed her on the cheek, and with that she removed her face from her hands, wiping away the tears and looking at him with those endlessly gorgeous blue eyes. He felt himself melt. Was that a blush on her cheeks? Their faces were close now, too close. She was leaning close to him now and he could feel her hot breath on his lips. Was this the moment he had waited for all his life...?
He would never know. An explosion rocked the stadium, and everything fell apart.