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CHAPTER 11

We stayed silent after the phone was snapped shut. Patch stayed kneeling beside me and kept his hand over my mouth. He didn't make a move. Nor did I.

I'm not sure how much time passed while we remained unmoving. It felt like hours. All I could think about was Dabria's impending arrival. She was coming, and I wasn't leaving. And it was the person whom I loved most in the world that was stopping me from leaving. That's what hurt the most.

"Sorry," Patch said as he removed his hand, realizing it was still over my mouth.

"Excuse me?" I turned my head to face him, neither of us moving from the floor. He looked at me, confused. I clarified, "you just made the phone call that is going to result in my death, yet you're 'sorry' for leaving your hand over my mouth?"

He rolled his eyes and turned to get up. "Whatever, Angel." He said smugly. I scowled at his back as he walked to the kitchen. He began opening each cupboard, one by one, scavenging for food.

A small crash came from outside the back window and I jumped. Patch's head shot towards the window. From the look in his eyes, I didn't think it was Dabria lurking outside. He held his finger over his lips as he looked at me, trying to keep me from making a noise. He crept towards the window with his finger still over his lips. Whoever was out there wasn't a friend of Patch's…which made them my best chance.

"HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could. "HE-" Patch dived towards me and blocked my speech with his hand again. I just kept screaming through his fingers, hoping it was loud enough to warrant help from the person outside the house.

Apparently it was. There was a loud thud from the cabin door as somebody attempted to knock it down. Patch was torn; I could see it in his eyes. On one hand he wanted to keep me quiet and restrained. On the other, he had to stop the outsider from entering. The door started to budge and Patch dived for it, giving up on restraining me.

It was too late though. Rixon was through the door.

"Nora!" Rixon yelled as his eyes took in the room, before Patch knocked him to the ground. Rixon hit right back though, and Patch was off him within seconds. But Patch didn't give up; he charged straight towards Rixon and collided with him in a fit of punches.

Seeing Rixon and Patch fight was a particularly strange experience. It wasn't the fact that they were friends; it was the fact that they were so alike. Every hit was blocked. No punch was unexpected. It was like watching a choreographed stunt sequence.

Neither of them was getting anywhere, they were too evenly matched. Neither had anything on the other, no one had an advantage…or did they. It hit me, Rixon had the advantage: me. I may not have been a black belt, but having another human around who was on your side had to be counted as an advantage.

I tore my eyes from the fight in front of me and searched for something to do. Even though my limited mobility was only an illusion it was still stopping me from getting off the floor, which severely limited the ways in which I could help.

My mind was failing me; I couldn't think anything until my eyes glanced upon the ashtray on the end table next to the couch. The camping light we had used last night was next to it. I scrambled towards the table; glad Patch was too preoccupied to cotton on to what I was doing.

I grabbed the ashtray and without pause pegged it at Patch with as much force as I could muster. In the fleeting half second during which it was flying through the air, panic filled me as I worried that it would hit Rixon instead of Patch. But with what can only be called impeccable timing, Rixon dodged Patch's right hook and thereby caused Patch to receive the full force of the flying ashtray to the side of his head.

The blow stunned Patch, causing him to stagger to the side. Rixon's head whipped around to see who was behind the throw. His eyes caught mine before he resumed pummelling Patch; using the advantage I had given him.

I leant over the table, trying to get a better idea of what was happening. Patch was in bad shape, the ashtray had been heavy and to be honest, I was surprised it hadn't knocked him unconscious. Now with Rixon continuing to beat him, I doubted whether he would live. Instinct overwhelmed me as that thought entered my mind.

"STOP!" I cried. The last thing I wanted was Patch's death, especially if my own hand had aided it. I loved him, regardless of what he did. "GET OFF HIM! LET'S JUST LEAVE!"

Rixon continued to pound Patch's face, ignoring my cries. Patch was now so bloody and bruised his face was barely recognisable. I reached for the lantern on the table and threw it at Rixon's feet. The glass case smashed into a thousand pieces as it hit floor and Rixon looked back towards me.

"H-he's your best friend…please stop." I pleaded. "P-please…I love him." The words seemed to stir Rixon's compassion. Patch was limp in Rixon's hands as Rixon let him drop to the floor. Rixon walked over to me and pulled me up. Putting my arm over his shoulder, he helped me the door. I took a last glimpse back at Patch as I was led outside.

He was sprawled out on the hardwood floor, barely conscious. There was blood coming from his nostrils, his lips, his busted eyebrow. Broken glass surrounded him. A flash of pain went through me as Rixon continued to pull me over the terrain, towards his house. The best I could do for Patch was pray that Dabria loved his evil half as much as I loved his other half. Just pray she would take care of him, like I would if I could.

Rixon interrupted my prayers, "is Dabria coming?"

"Yeah, he called her."

"How long?" He asked, taking my words in stride.

"Forty-five minutes, but that was about half an hour ago."

"Great," Rixon breathed as he lifted me up and into his arms. He sped up as we reached the clearing. Once inside the house dropped me on the couch and called back "stay there," as he disappeared down the hallway. I didn't think that was really necessary as I wasn't able to move, but I didn't bother telling him that.

I sat and waited. I assumed Rixon was grabbing what he could before we hit the road. Clearly we weren't going to be able to return for a long time. The sound of cupboard doors slamming shut came down the hallway.

"Hello," someone spoke from the window behind me. I let out a gasp of shock at the unexpected noise. I spun around in my seat to see who was there. Yet there was no one, the outside was completely clear. Thinking that I might be delusional, I kept my gaze focused on it for a couple of seconds before letting out a breath and turning back around. A scream escaped my lips as I was greeted by pale blond hair and designer clothes.

"Nora, don't be so dramatic. It's just me." Dabria smiled.