Happy Campers

Chapter 35 – Somebody save me

The world around us didn't make a sound, even the birds outside have become silent. The only importance to me right now was the soft lips I held against my own. We weren't lip locked or anything, our lips were just touching.

Next thing I know I was being forcefully moved away from my blondes lips, with a more than necessary use of strength. Before I even looked up I knew who it was, it had o have been Aiden. Only he would have had the stupidity to do that.

And yes there he stood, proudly defending Spencer against something that I don't think she see's as a threat. My eyes immediately seek out Spencer, she was looking wide eyed and her mouth was trying to form words, but it just wasn't happening for her.

I looked back up at Aiden's glaring face. Then my eyes swept through the hall, every person in that room was watching with keen interest. More than likely they were waiting for a fight to break out; all teenagers love a good fight...little bastards.

I have no idea what I was thinking kissing Spencer in such a crowded area, especially as she has only just told her dad about us. My impulsiveness is going to be my down fall one of these days. Of all the people watching this little show, only eight of them really know what was going on. Six know all the details, while the other two only know the basics.

Stepping backwards I moved to out some distance between myself and an extremely pissed Aiden. He moved a step closer for every step back I took. I was a tiny bit worried about the out come of this. Spencer and I hadn't really discussed what we were going to do when people knew about us.

Well from the look on Aiden's face, I'd say that he doesn't know about us even after the kiss we shared in front of the whole camp. I can see that the blame is going to be solely placed upon me.

"What in hell do you think your doing, kissing my Spencer?" he growled. He was really getting way to close for my comfort. He was merely a few inches from touching my nose with his. I continued to back up till my back met the wall, and that is when I really started to panic. I had a zero chance of escape and he was getting angrier is seemed.

His huge frame was tensed and his hands were curling and then uncurling every few seconds.

"How dare you try to spread your...your filth on to innocents like Spencer. You are disgusting." He snarled. I swallowed hard; this was going to get out of hand.

A part of me was wishing that Spencer would save me from a probable painful experience, but then another part of me didn't want her in harms way. I would gladly take the pain as long as Spencer remained safe.

"She's not yours anymore Aiden. She dumped you remember." I say, shakily. I'm trying to bring my confidence back up to the surface, but I'm only managing to pull up enough to stutter a few words.

I felt it before I even saw it. One swift upper cut into my gut knocked the wind right out of me. I doubled over, clutching my stomach. The pain was unbelievable. The one though going through my mind was 'why was nobody helping me'. The only reasoning I had was that they were in shock of it all, but that didn't help me any.

Aiden managed to land another hit, this time between the shoulders, knocking me down to me knees. That was when I heard her.

"Aiden, Stop it! Stop, Aiden!" she screamed. A few more fists were thrown, most of them hitting my face, but my arms were also targeted. And then it all stopped.

Cracking my eyes open I saw a blonde blur laying into Aiden's downed body. For a second I thought that Spencer was defending me, but when that blonde blur came in to focus.

Glen. Glen Carlin was my saviour. He leant over me and lifted me up into his arms, like I was nothing. I surprised myself by wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into his chest. I could feel the breeze get stronger as he moved, so I could tell that we had left the mess hall.

"Are you okay Ashley?" he asked gently, holding me tighter to him. This was definitely a side to the older Carlin that I had never seen, but was very happy to have it shown for my benefit.

"Thank you." I replied while nodding my head. I wasn't ok, but I felt strange. I was still in pain, but I felt better with Glen around me. I was usually repulsed when the blonde boy was in the same room as me, but now I'm in his arms and I'm only feeling safe and secure.

"I'm going to take you to the nurse ok." He said. I don't think he was really asking, I have a feeling that I would be going to see the nurse whether I wanted to or not. He is so much like Spencer, but so different at the same time.

Speaking of my girlfriend, where the hell is she?

"Where's Spencer?" I asked, twisting around in his arms, looking for her. Surely she would have followed to make sure I was ok. I mean if you love someone like she said she did then she must be close by my side, but looking around I can't see her anywhere.

"She was giving Aiden a taste of his own medicine after I had knocked him down. She told me to take you away from there." He replied.

Wait so that blonde blur was Spencer? I could have sworn it was Glen, but then I could have been mistaken, since everything appeared to be a blur at the time. So Spencer was the blur...wow I hope she's okay.

I started to drift off to sleep after that thought, my body was being forced into sleep. And I was powerless to resist. I was officially K.O.

~*~

I woke to a hand stroking my hair softly, and another hand caressing my cheek. I groaned a little, not wanting to wake up, knowing that the moment I'm fully conscious the pain will come. And I'm quite happy with out it.

From the gently whispering in my ear I know I had to wake up, just to assure the voice, who I had identified as the only person I wanted to see at this time, that I was ok. I could hear the faint trembling in her words, even though she was trying to stay calm.

"I'm good baby." I breathe. A burst of pain shoots through my jaw, I remembered that smack in the face very well. It was like Aiden knew the exact location of where was most sensitive. He caught me right on the joint of my jaw, thankfully it's not broken. It's painful, but not that painful.

"Ashley! I'm so sorry; I should have got involved sooner. Please forgive me, it all happened so fast. Are you okay? Do you hurt any where? Do you need any thing?" Spencer fired of questions, one after the other. I would have laughed, but that would mean moving my jaw and I've learnt my lesson from that one.

I shake my head slowly. I don't need anything. I only need Spencer.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to f-forgive me. It okay I understand." She snivelled. Against my better judgement I whipped my head over to face her. She was sitting on a small chair at my bed side; her hands in her lap, as single tears fell from time to time, splattering on her bloody knuckles.

"Spencer" I said, but quickly followed by my hissing in pain, but I clench my jaw and continue. "There's nothing to forgive, I love you more than anything Spencer Carlin. It's only a few bumps and bruises anyway, no biggie." I smile a little, hoping she stops crying.

Carefully I put my hand on top of hers; I pick it up and bring it towards my mouth. I kiss each ripped knuckle with care. I never thought Spencer would hit someone, especially enough to damage her own hands. There is the warm feeling erupting inside of me, at the thought of Spencer defending me with such passion.

"Help a girl up would you?" I ask. I've figured that if I don't move my jaw then it won't hurt. It just means that I'm going to be talking though my teeth.

Spencer laughs as she stands to help me to an upright position. I can then stand up by myself. And the first thing I do is motion for Spencer to take my shirt off. Its okay as it would seem that at some point I was put in my own bed, in the Pacific's cabin.

A blush makes it way over Spencer's cheeks, which makes her look utterly adorable by the way. She takes her time pulling my shirt up, I know she's just taking in the exposed flesh, which I'm willing to bet my inheritance, has a few bruises on them.

I don't know how long I was asleep for, but from the dark sky I'd say I've slept through dinner. With my top finally off and lying on the bed, I look down to inspect the damage. It would seem as if the nurse has bandaged me up. I look over to Spencer for an explanation.

"Lorrie put some balm on the bandage, it's meant to reduce the bruising. When she takes it off, it should be as if they were never there. Your jaw will be ok in a few days. She prescribed some herbal tea to help with the pain." Spencer then pointed over to bed side where a steaming cup of green looking tea sat.

Sighing I move towards Spencer and wrap my arms loosely around her shoulders, tucking my face into her neck, breathing her in. This was definitely my sanctuary, no one can touch me now, and well that's what it feels like. Spencer's arms are gently placed around my waist, balancing on my hips.

"I won't let any one hurt you ever again. I promise." She whispered against my hair.

"I love you Spencer." I say as my reply. Why can't things ever be simple? I just know this isn't the end of it all. And then I said something that I never thought I'd say, not until the end.

"I want to go home."