"Can you feel her heartbeat racing?
Can you taste the fear in your sweat?
You've done this wrong, it's too far gone."
- Underoath
The initial shock that overcame Deacon was one that she couldn't describe. Whether it was fear, or embarrassment or just sheer anger, she couldn't put her finger on it. But whatever it was, it soon passed. With a glare she rose her hand and landed a punch on Sarah's perfectly shaped nose.
"Oh my God!" Sarah cried out in pain, grabbing at her wounded area as a river of crimson gushed from it, "I think you broken my fucking nose, you bitch!" She retaliated, grabbed a chunk of Deacon's hair and pulling.
"Deacon! Sarah! Deacon – Oh, shit." Harper heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes, throwing her arms to her side after an attempt to break the girls up, 'This is absolutely pointless." She muttered to herself.
Words were spat between the girls as Deacon pulled Sarah to the floor and proceeded to straddle her as she franticly slapped at her exposed limbs, "I hate -…" The sound of sirens stopped the girls in midsentence.
"What the fuck is that, Harper?" Deacon's eyes quickly shot up to her friend standing above them, "Harper! What the fuck is that?"
"It's.. It's the cops." Harper stammered out before fainting onto the sand below her.
"Oh fuck." With that Deacon jumped off Sarah and ran to Harper's side, "Harper, wake up! Let's go. C'mon Harper, you can't do this to me!" She slung her best friends limp arm around her shoulder and began to hobble from the scene of the crime where Sarah had already fled, leaving the drunken boy behind to fend for himself, an impossible feat for the state of mind that he was in.
The weight of Harper significantly slowed Deacon down and within seconds the patrol car had caught up to her at a lame crawl, "Damn. I thought I was doing good." Deacon muttered, realizing the rate at which she was traveling was far beyond what she normally could without the weight of another person. "Hello, officer, what can I do for you?"
"Deacon Matthews?" The cops raised eyebrow showed a look of suspiciousness.
"Why that'd be me." Deacon soon realized her sarcasm was getting the best of her, especially in a situation as crucial as this, but she couldn't help but be the way she was.
"Your mother called you in missing about an hour—.." The cop was cut off by the snide reply from Deacon, "She's not my mom. She's far from it, I'm adopted."
"Well that's besides the point, sweetie. But before I take you home I'd like to check out that shiner you have." A frightened look drew its self upon Deacons face, there was something to be seen from the fight with Sarah Borden? "May I ask how you got that?" He inquired.
"Well – I.. I just."
"We'll have to take you in, won't we?" Was the only response to her incomplete answer.