Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in, like, a week or so. I've been MEGA busy. But to make up for it, I've decided to update some of my stories: Yin and Yang, My Hero, My Name is Rainon Grayson Roth, maybe even Phoenix. Yep. So check later today if I've updated any of those videos. Merry Early Christmas. Happy Early Hanukkah. Happy Early Kwanza. And a Happy Early New Year!
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Enjoi!
After about five minutes of simple 'macking' on each other, Rachel and Nathan went back to Elliot. He was sitting quietly at their table, eating. His head rose when he saw the cafeteria doors swing open out of the corner of his red-tinted eyes. He sighed in relief when it was just Nathan and Raven…h-holding HANDS?! Elliot quickly stood up, dumped his tray in the trash, and marched to Nathan.
Elliot thrust his arms out and pushed his best friend into the hallway. Rachel was taken aback—never had she seen her brother react so fiercely. It was strange for her…and it infuriated her. Elliot shoved Nathan again, finally making Nathan release Rachel's hand.
"What the HELL, man?!" yelled Nathan, shoving Elliot back. "What's your deal?"
"I told you to stay away from her!" Elliot yelled, speaking louder than he usually did; drawing attention.
"Well, excuse ME, for having mushy feelings toward your sister who LIKES ME BACK!" roared Nathan.
Elliot stepped back, dumb-founded. Rachel? Feelings? For Nathan? Whoa.
"What the hell is going on?!" screamed Rachel, stepping in between her two boys.
"You?!" Elliot exclaimed at her.
"Me?" Rachel questioned.
"A-and HIM?!" he exclaimed even louder, pointing at Nathan.
Rachel bowed her head and nodded once, finally understanding her brother's outburst. Elliot shook his head to clear it of his thoughts and then stepped up to Nathan. Elliot looked Nathan up and down before poking him in the chest.
"You BETTER be good to her," Elliot warned.
"I will," Nathan promised.
"Good. Because if I find out that you hurt her AT ALL, you're a dead man."
With that, Elliot stormed off to his and Rachel's room. Rachel sighed and went to stand next to Nathan, who was watching Elliot walk away. She stared into his blue eyes and kissed him gently on the chin.
"Hey," she murmured softly, to the blue-eyed boy in front of her.
Nathan snapped out of his slight trance and wrapped his arms around the purple-eyed girl. He buried his face in her pitch black hair and inhaled deeply. Her scent seemed to relax him a bit, so they just stood there like that for a while. Once completely relaxed, Nathan gave Rachel a sweet kiss and gave her his goodbye, saying that she had to talk to her brother alone. She complied and went her way, leaving Nathan in the hallway.
Nathan sighed in contempt and began to walk until…
The lights in the corridor he was walking down shut off and it was eerily dark. He shrugged and continued to walk, with the sense of someone following him. He looked over his shoulder just in time to see a fist coming at his face.
The fist connected and there was a threatening crack! He stumbled back from the impact and looked around frantically for his attacker. Suddenly, the lights snapped on and there stood Blake Wilson in front of him. Rachel's ex. He should've known.
Nathan could feel blood running down from his nose to his lips and he could taste the salty, scarlet liquid seep into his mouth. Great, he had a broken/bloody nose. Rachel's going to freak.
Blake stepped intimidating-ly closer, making Nathan take a step back. This made Blake smirk at the blue-eyed teen. Another step forward for Blake, one step back for Nathan.
"What the hell do YOU want?" spoke up Nathan, wiping blood from his lips.
"I want to kick your ass (please excuse my crude language), Handley," confessed Blake confidently.
"WHY?" questioned Nathan.
"For stealing my girl."
"YOUR girl?" Nathan scoffed. "I don't think so."
Blake simply laughed and in the blink of an eye, his bulky arm snapped forward—hitting Nathan square in the eye, bruising it.
Nathan cursed loudly and jumped at Blake, tackling him to the ground. Blake swiftly rolled them over and began punching Nathan's face in. Nathan eventually didn't have the strength to fight and continued to get hit by Blake's massive hands. Blake stood up and looked approvingly at the almost unconscious Nathan. Still not satisfied, Blake kicked Nathan in the ribs, HARD, and walked away.
Nathan spit out some blood and clutched his side, biting back tears of pain. He gasped for breath, each one making his broken ribs rub against each other and hurt him. God, he was in pain. EXCRUTIATING pain; UNBEARABLE pain; INDESCRIBABLE pain. Lord, help him.
He heard footsteps coming down the empty—besides himself—corridor. His aching body stilled and he waited to be discovered. The walking footsteps, with a gasp, turned into a fast, rhythmic running pace and then someone was crouching over him. Traces of hands were examining his damaged body but not touching. Eyes took in his appearance intently. The person broke into a sob and placed Nathan's head in her lap. He recognized the voice of the sobbing female. Rachel. Crap.
She bent down and kissed Nathan's blood-stained lips gently, careful not to hurt him. He slowly and painfully kissed her back, enjoying the feel of her lips on his. But she pulled away too quickly and immediately pulled out her dark purple cell phone. She swiftly began texting or dialing a number, he couldn't tell. She pressed send then began dialing once again, this time making a phone call. 911.
About a minute later, Elliot was there and a couple of teachers, also. They loomed over him but Rachel insisted they give him some 'breathing room'. They happily obliged by taking a small step back. So much for breathing room, Rachel thought irritatedly. Minutes later, the hallway was crowded with police, EMTs, students, and staff members—all of which had heard the news of Nathan's ambush.
Gently, the EMTs placed Nathan on a gurney and wheeled him, with Rachel and Elliot right behind him, to the ambulance outside of the school…
Blake Wilson watched from an alleyway by the school, pleased with himself, as the ambulance drove away and Rachel sobbed into her brother's black muscle shirt. He smirked as he disappeared into the shadows. He knew Nathan wouldn't DARE rat him out, if he knew what was good for him. Blake made his way, sneakily, back to his room and fell into a peaceful sleep.
There, he thought. If I can't have Rachel, neither can he.
With that and Nathan in the hospital, Blake slept peacefully, dreaming of Rachel writhing underneath him in pain and fear--him RAPING her. And what a sweet dream it was, to HIM anyway.
Whoa. Intense. I quite like how this chapter turned out. I like how it's somewhat longer. Thanx for reading! Happy holidays!
--alice
