To stand by him
Hey sorry exams are this week so I've been studying alot but i finally managed to update, hope you enjoy it.
"I HATE YOU!" I screamed.
"No you don't."
"Leave me the hell alone! I'm not six!"
Two weeks, two god forsaken weeks and Chris hadn't left my side. School was officially out and Chris was able to be around me 24/7 and it was okay at first but if I have to spend one more minute with him I'm going to kill him.
Chris is great don't get me wrong but he's decided to have two personalities, the one that drives me insane with insults and the other that baby's me. Right now its the babying one I have been dealing with for the past twenty minutes.
"I know you're not six, you're seven at the least now hand it over." he said holding out his hand for my switch blade. He found it in my jeans pocket today and was demanding that I had it over.
"No!" I snapped at him.
"You carry that around and it's just going to be an excuse for Ace to cut your neck more then he would. You don't need it." he said I rolled my eyes, I had fully healed from my injuries and the only thing I had left was a few yellow bruises on my back from a recent assault from my dad.
"Chris its protection." I said still gripping the switch in my hand tightly.
"That's what I'm here for." he reminded me. I glared at him.
"So if you leave I can carry it around." I stated.
"Yeah but I'm not going anywhere so you don't need it."
"I'm a big Girl Chris I can handle myself. And I can make my own choices I'm keeping my switch." he threw his hands in the air in anger and frustration, he wasn't going to win this one though. "Chris Ace and them are planning to get me back, and the switch is better protection and you know it. Even if you're with me I need some way to defend myself."
"Knowing you, you'd just cut yourself up." he said. Here we go insulting Chris has made his appearance. We were in my room, my dad at work, and we had been here all day. . .well no I was, Chris left for a few hours to drop some things back at his house, he was practically living here, he had a drawer with his stuff in it in my dresser and he had a toothbrush and everything, but at the moment I wish he'd just go home or something because I needed a break from him.
I glared at him and ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut.
"Anna, now you really are six! Locking yourself in the bathroom during a fight s a bit juvenile isn't it?"
"Wow Juvenile, big word for a Chambers kid." I shouted through the door.
"Anna open the door!" he snapped. I kicked it lightly, giving him my answer. I was not going to let him control my life, and no way was I going to let him in the bathroom. Chris thought I was careless and didn't think a lot of the time and it angered me. Sure I had known him for almost three weeks but I did nothing to make him assume that. All the fights were because of him anyways.
I walked over to the window, I was happy that the window was my second escape route and I happened to keep a piece of rope under the counter. I tied it to the shower rod and threw it out the window and slowly climbed down.
I needed a break from Chris badly, I would be back in an hour before Chris figured out I wasn't in there. I ignored him for three hours before so this would be easy.
As I walked down the street I realized how nice it was to be in the quiet, without someone shadowing you.
It was good to be alone, it gave me time to think.
I breathed in the fresh hot air of summer, there was a slight tint of cigarette smoke in the air but I expected that in this broken down town, as I walked I noticed the smell only got stronger. . .then all I could smell was smoke.
I hurried my pace wanting to get away from the toxic air.
"Hey Winston!" I stopped dead in my tracks, refusing to turn around. Keep walking. I told myself but my voice didn't sound like mine, it sounded like Chris.
I took one step when the voice called out again.
"Not polite to ignore people Winston!" I slowly turned around to see Ace, eyeball, Hogan and the others, each one stepping out from the cover of the alley and into view.
Oh shit.
Don't show fear.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow at them as they circled me encasing me in a cage of their bodies. I tried to keep my breathing even as Ace stood in front of me.
"Well well well, walking on your own Winston? Not very smart of you." Ace chuckled.
"Where's my brother, thought he was protecting you." Eyeball smirked.
Keep them talking.
"I don't need him to protect me from you Eyeball." I sneered. Not good enough! "But since you asked I'm sure he'll be around soon."
"Then we better make this fast then." Ace smiled. Idiot. Make them talk!
"You really want to do this again Merrill? Last time Chris held a knife up to you." I said. KNIFE! My hand quickly went to my pocket feeling the outline of the knife in my jeans.
Get your hand away from there! I quickly pulled my hand away, but Ace seemed to notice my twitch of the hand, either he didn't care or didn't think it was a threat because he laughed along with his friends.
"We've got something better then a knife little girl." I saw Hogan lift up his shirt slowly so I could see the thick black metal of a hand gun. My eyes widened in horror at the sight on it, thankfully he put his shirt back down, telling me he wasn't planning on using it yet. "We gonna have to use that?"
"What do you want?' my voice held strong like I was praying it would. I watched as he stepped up to me, his stale breath hitting my face making my nose burn. He reached his hand up and touched a strand of my hair.
"Now that the bruises have healed, you're actually pretty. Thats one sexy scar too, your welcome-" he said laughing I slapped his hand away from me. Don't start anything!
"If you want something then just do it!" I snapped.
"Oh trust me what I want I'm sure you've already lost." I gave him a confused look so he explained in a way he knew I would understand. "Not gonna be a white wedding."
I couldn't help it, my fear turned into anger as I spit in his face.
YOU IDIOT!
I was tackled to the ground my face being pressed into the concrete.
"ACE NOT HERE! In the alley!" someone yelled at him. I was ripped from the ground by my hair. I kicked and tried to pull away, if I was put in that alley I was doomed.
I was tossed to the ground like a rag doll, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the switch, flicking it open and held it in my hand, not ready to reveal it. As long as they had the gun I had to be safe. One of the boys came towards me and when he was a foot in front of me I threw my arm at him catching his ankle.
He screamed in pain from the gash the switch created. I smiled to myself until I felt Ace on top of me.
Damn it I didn't even see him. Eyeball came over and stepped on my wrist grinding it into the rough pavement, I cried out until I couldn't take it anymore and let go of the knife. He kicked it out of the way and stood back.
"I thought you were smarter then that Winston, you had such street smarts a few weeks ago, what happened?" he asked through the cigarette between his teeth.
I glared at him. "Burn in hell!"
he stared at me for a moment then took the smoke from his mouth patting off the ash onto my hand. I cursed and kicked at the burning little marks.
"I might be going to hell, but I'll see ya there. But the difference between us is that, you're gonna burn right now."
I whimpered and wiggled underneath him as the smoke came closer to me, wishing I could sink into the ground but I couldn't I knew that when the smoke touched my neck.
I screamed out into the alley. My shrieks filled with pain and sufffering as the smoke burned each layer one by one, his fingers twisting the smoke and digging into the flesh.
"STOP!" I begged, I had never felt a pain like this before, it was excruciating my flesh melting into ash to make way for the smoke to attack the next layer, when it reached the final my entire neck pulsated with pain from the fire touching and burning the nerves in my neck destroying everything in it's path.
"GET OFF HER!" I heard a yell, I saw Hogan fall to the ground through my tears he was out like a light. Then the smoke was gone but the searing pain wasn't the air trying to cool the burn only moved my raw flesh around and caused more agony then before.
I tried to stand but I couldn't my neck felt like it was going to fall off. I heard Chris's voice call out in pain.
"CHRIS!" I screamed and forced my eyes open, to see Chris holding his arm In pain a red thick liquid oozing from between his fingers. Eyeball had cut him. . . with my knife.
Ace looked at me and then at his friend fighting his own brother.
"Enough!" he called to Eyeball.
"I want to get her, when she doesn't have a break from pain, I don't want to have her thinking there is any kind of hope, we're leaving, but we'll be back!" Ace declared, it was a promise and that was the most threatening part.
I watched them leave. Then Chris was by my side muttering things I knew were directed towards me and they weren't wonders if I was okay.
"Was it worth it bringing that switch?" he demanded as he held his arm.
"Chris we need to get you out of here." I said.
He nodded and pulled me off the ground with his good arm, together he and I walked back to my house, using the front door since my dad wasn't home.
I sat in front of Chris was a piece of gauze on my neck, and the first aid kit open at me side.
"Arm." I said, Chris refused to hand me his arm. "Give me your damn arm." I snapped.
He sighed and held out his arm, the gash wasn't that bad, some gauze and it would be fine but I'd have to watch it to make sure it didn't get infected. I placed the clothing with alcohol on it and he yelled out in pain and snatched it away.
"I give you my arm and that's what you do?" he demanded.
"Would you stop your pissing and moaning?" I said trying to touch his wound again but he pulled away.
"It hurts!"
"Well if you let me properly take care of it, it wouldn't hurt as much." I snapped pulling his arm to me and placing the cloth back on it.
"You know its your fault, carrying that switch almost got me and you killed, are you happy?"
"If you weren't molly coddling me then I wouldn't have had to sneak out just to get some space and had to use it." Chris was silenced for a second.
"You are such a kid!" he stated rolling his eyes, I mimicked him and continued to clean the cut.
"Thanks though. . . . for saving me back there." I said softly as I finished with the tape.
"Anything for you." he replied, I looked up to see him looking down at me smiling. I sighed and stood up putting everything back in the box, I went into the bathroom and put it back. I walked back into the room so see that Chris bandage was already stained with a spot of blood. He looked up at me when I entered.
"You know I'm just trying to protect you.' he said.
"I know Chris, but you crowd me, and make me stay here all the time, you're like-"
"Your dad." he whispered. I was at a loss for words, that wasn't what I was getting at, I watched as Chris hung his head low in shame, I quickly walked over to him and placed my hand on his back.
"No Chris, that's not what I was getting at, you're not like my dad at all-'
"Yeah I am, I'm treating you like a prisoner, I'm sorry."
"Chris don't apologize, just tell me why you're acting like that." he sighed and looked up at me with his clear hypnotizing blue eyes.
"I'm not safe, I guess keeping someone else safe is the next best thing."
"And you think never letting me have a moments peace does that?"
"Anna, what else can I do? You saw what happened when you were alone today."
"Well Chris you're not going to be there 24/7 no matter how hard you try." I watched as he lifted up a hand to lightly stroke where my patched up burn mark was with the pad of his thumb. I took his hand gently in mine pulling it from my neck. His had was strong and rough in mine, he was no rich boy, he had worked probably most of his life, with callouses and scares on each finger and knuckle but his hand felt so right in mine.
He suddenly looked at me like he thought of a brilliant idea.
"What?" I asked cautiously.
"I'm gonna teach you to fight."
"I know how to fight."
"No how to properly fight." he said.
"Uh no thanks?" in order to teach me to fight, I would have to fight Chris and I wasn't really up for that.
"Oh come on."
"Chris you've told me how to avoid conflict with what to say and all that, in fact you tell me it so much I actually heard you in my head today."
"You were thinking about me?" he asked raising his eyebrows a suggestive smile on his face. I smacked him in the back of the head and stood up.
"Really?"
"Okay sorry, but come on what happens when you can't avoid it? That!" he says pointing to my neck. "Please? If you learn how to fight I'll be more comfortable with leaving you alone." he tempted. I looked around thinking about it. It was true, I had always wanted to learn to fight properly, I could fight, but only people smaller then me, which weren't many people I came across.
"Fine." I said. "You can teach me how to fight, but only because you said you'd leave me alone." he smiled a big smile and lifted me off the ground in a hug.
"Thank you!" he said.
"Chris its not that big a deal put me down!" I said. He placed me back on my feet. "Do you like teaching people to fight that much?"
"What? No I'm happy that after I do I won't have to hang out with you as much anymore." he smirked and turned away laying on his makeshift bed.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"you think I don't need a mistake from yo sometimes?" he asked still smirking laying down on the ground. I glared at him for a moment before turning out the light land climbing into bed myself.
I feel into a light sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night I felt the bed dip on the opposite side of the bed, thinking it was just my imagination I kept my eyes closed it wasn't until I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, my back being pressed against something solid.
Normally when something like this happened, I panicked. But the arms were so comfortable, made me feel more safe then I had in years. So I relaxed against the body and placed my hands on their arms feeling the strong wiry muscles of their forearm.
A tender and light kiss was placed on my neck before I felt a warm breath in my ear.
"Goodnight Anna."
I smiled to myself knowing that I couldn't kick him out even if I wanted to. Because the fact was I didn't want to, I settled deeper into his arms and whispered back.
"Goodnight Chris."
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