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Kai's POV
When I came back from our suite, dressed in rather cleaner clothes, Hillary was still asleep; just as I'd left her. I nodded towards Mariah wordlessly, I'd left her with Hillary while I was away, and she smiled back at me in response. Then, without another word, she got up and left.
I sighed gently, as the door closed behind Mariah, before walking over to the other side of the bed where Hillary rested. Taking a seat, I glanced down at her face, so blank; neither very peaceful, nor very troubled, and somehow, I found comfort. She had a lot of things to do one she woke up; explaining everything being one of them. And, if I know her correct, then she'd probably want to talk to the guys and make things right as well.
I leaned against the chair, and looked upwards, towards the ceiling; I wanted answers, and I wondered how long I'd have to wait till she woke up and I get them. Not that I minded waiting, or anything; she was pretty exhausted and she really needed her rest. She'd gone asleep at about five in the evening. It was night now, completely dark outside but she'd been sleeping for just four hours….it wasn't sufficient enough but it was making me anxious. Her eight hours would be over at around midnight. What if she woke up and found no-one here? Would she be scared again?
I blinked at the ceiling, recollecting my previous thoughts, trying to bring some order to the many questions I needed to ask her before I went along and kicked that guy's ass. Drew…he was going to get it; just wait till I had enough excuses to actually put him in a hospital.
Rubbing my temples with my forefinger, I tried to calm myself down; I didn't need the anger, she could wake up any second; she didn't have to see me like this. It'd scare her, it had always scared her; seeing me angry. She had had enough fear by now…
"Hillary?" I whispered, without looking at her. There was no reply; the only sound I could hear was the rhythmic beating of the machine, as it showed her pulse. It calmed me a little, knowing that she was fine….physically, at least.
Because, emotionally, even she had no idea how wrecked she was. She was bruised and injured, but that'd heal itself on its own. But emotionally, she needed someone with her. I'd seen her at every step, I've kept an eye on her right from the very start and she was everything but fine. My muscles tightened at the memory of how it'd all started, how I'd finally caught everything.
If she thought she was succeeding at keeping stuff from me, if she thought I was going to let her do that, if she thought that she would always keep it a secret, then she was miserably mistaken. She'd never been able to hide things from me at all. Somehow, I'd always found her so readable, and somehow, I'd always felt protective when I found something that shouldn't be there in her expression. Of course, I knew why that was, and I've never been the one to hide from my feelings. Accepting the feelings I had for her, I went out of my way to help. She was one of the most stubborn people I'd ever met and when she'd refused to accept assistance, I didn't know what to do; I felt helpless. And I realized that's how she must have felt when I refused her help. I regretted making her go through the same pain and anxiousness I was going through. She'd done so many things, to help everyone. She'd gone out of her ways to stitch the team back together when it felt hopeless; she'd done things I myself would've refused to do….
How could I not help her, how could the guys not help her, after the countless times she'd done things for us?
I thought she'd get better, I thought it was just a minor setback, the way she was feeling. She was distant, more reluctant, less determined. I thought it was temporary, but when I realized that it wasn't going away, it got me worried. When the others realized that, it got them worried too. And we asked, but she never told us anything. That bothered everyone else all the more. They thought she didn't trust them, they thought –what with all the times they've shared their problems with her, and allowed her to help—she didn't want to share her problems with them because she didn't think them worthy.
That's when I stepped in. I knew it wasn't like her, she did trust them and she was the first one to talk if something was wrong. She wasn't herself. There was definitely something wrong, and I knew she was…scared of telling us. It turned out, I was right. The first time I tried talking to her, in an attempt to make her realize that she could turn to someone –that she could turn to me—for help, she said the words that proved my theory right.
"I'll regret telling anyone the truth."
Concerned, I did something I shouldn't have –wouldn't have –done under normal circumstances; I snooped through her cell. Not that I regretted it or anything, because I probably wouldn't have found out anything at all, if it hadn't been for my snooping. I'd watched her go and talk privately on her cell for a while, she never used to do that; her cell had always been used for emergency purposes. Besides the guys, and her parents, she had no-one to keep contact with. And then, when Max had lied for her on the phone, I'd realized something; A person, a call, privacy….Someone was she didn't want to talk to, something she didn't want to talk about.
A guy….
It had bothered me more than it should've and I knew exactly why that was. I felt…protective, again.
So, the day she'd come in from the rain, she'd emptied her pockets while she dried off and accidently left her cell downstairs when she left for a bath. Curious, and extremely apprehended, I switched on the cell, and looked through the last people that she'd called. The list was empty, she had called no-one, but I was surprised by the many unknown numbers she'd received calls from. And, what I found really suspicious was that she'd never answered most of the calls, and the few that she did answer, had the duration of only a few seconds…Then, there were numerous unopened messages from the same unknown numbers. I read all of them, and they were just random dates, and 'Be There's. Some of them, though, were really threatening and I took them into consideration, before I came up to a conclusion…
Someone was stalking her.
And, this time, I hated that I turned out to be right. I saw the bruises on her wrists when I had handed her the cell, even though I tried to hide that I did, and it made gave my theory about someone stalking her, more support. It bothered me all the more, no need to say that. I talked to her about something else, of course; something Tyson had planted in my head while we waited for her to come back. He had thought that maybe she was having trouble dealing with her mother, and that's why she didn't want to talk about it. Her life at home, he had said, had always been a sensitive subject. I understood how she must've felt, I had a very sensitive subject of my own, after all.
Turned out, she was having trouble at home. And I was glad she'd told me about it, because I felt like I could fix it, if nothing else. But my priorities were her other problem. The one she didn't tell me about.
When I had looked at her bruises, up close and front, it mad me mad than I had ever been. Because, for one thing, another one of my theories had been proven right, and for the second thing….she was hurt. That person, that guy, had actually HURT her…
She just had to say the words, she just had to tell me the name, and I'd do everything she wanted to happen. But when I asked her about it, she'd started tearing up, she was afraid again…So, very afraid. It confused me; what was she so scared of? Me? I wasn't going to hurt her.
I still had persisted, and when I had, she had been angry about it. I just wanted to help, and I knew that forcing her like that wasn't going to get me it. So, I let it go. These things were never easy, but I knew how they went; I had to earn her trust, first, before she told me anything. I had to make her realize that she had me to turn to, that she had me to talk to, that I could help her more than willingly and that would take some time, but I was going to do it. She was worth the try, even I knew that. She didn't need to go through the hurt, if I could help it.
She only had to learn to accept the help she needed. The help I could give her. The help I could give only if she told me everything herself, because even though the signs were all there, I needed to have her accept it, before I took any steps. I needed to have her admit to me, the problem, herself; the full story.
So, I waited. And I tried asking her every chance I got.
The first opportunity, I remembered, was in the bus, on our way to the plane; she'd been tired, so she'd fallen asleep, and I didn't get to ask her. Yet, I'd found something very helpful in exchange. She'd been sleep-talking, muttering apologies and random imperatives like 'Don't' and 'Stay away' and the occasional 'Let go's. She was having nightmares, and I wanted to wake her up. Why couldn't she at least sleep soundly, if she could barely be awake and calm at the same time? But then, I heard the most suspicious of all the things she'd yet said. The word had been low, almost muted, and after almost an hour of hearing her whisper unconsciously like that, I would've ignored it but I heard it clearly, and most audibly, because there was a very familiar edge to the word, the edge I recognized as fear. It was hard to ignore, when it was something I'd been searching for in her every word, trying to decipher the reason behind its existence.
The word had been a name, a name I'd been unaware of when I heard it. It wasn't just the word, like I had said, it was the tone in which she'd said it. Even in her unconsciousness, there was pain and fear, clear as ice in her expression. Her brows had been furrowed, there had been cold sweat on her face—which was contorted a little upwards in discomfort—and her lips had parted, as if to yell…and I just couldn't take it anymore. Without hesitation, I grabbed her shoulders, and shook them slightly, waking her up. Her ruby eyes were half-open in less than a few seconds, and drowsily, she'd looked around. I had been confused, but I hadn't said anything to her about it; I didn't need to anyway, because I got my answer when I saw the same fear in her eyes, on the plane.
She had just asked for someone to come over to her seat, but there it was again; the terror in her eyes, the panic in her voice. I'd gotten up, confused at her expression, and immediately, my eyes had darted behind her. I didn't like what I saw; a tall, brown-haired guy staring at Hillary. She had her back towards him, and when she saw me take a few steps towards her, she'd sat back down on her seat. I remembered staring warily at the guy, thinking of snapping his neck for looking at Hillary like that; a mixture of satisfaction, and a little bit smugness.
The guy, when he saw Hillary relax, turned towards me; at first, I saw anger in his eyes, and then, I'd seen doubt. He looked as dubious of me, as I was of him. We stared at each other, and when he took a step forward, glancing at Hillary, my protective instincts took over again. I'd inched closer to her, hovering over her; I'd only just seen that guy for the first time, and already, he seemed untrustworthy. Not only that, but Hillary was afraid again. Just like how she'd been when I tried asking her about her problem, just like how she'd been when I'd caught those bruises, just like how she'd been when she'd been having nightmares a while ago….this guy was her problem.
Drew….she'd whispered in her sleep.
I'd asked her again right that moment, and she denied knowing him at all….She was afraid, still. I could see it in her eyes. It was scaring me, now. Why wouldn't she just admit it? Why couldn't she just say the words? What was she so afraid of?
A week later, and it hadn't gotten any better. The third time that I came to her room after I'd heard something fall, I'd tried asking her again; still she denied telling me. And when I pressed, she had started crying again.
It was almost always like that; she'd deny the truth if I asked her, and then, if I pressed any further, she'd tear up again…
She was hurting…and I couldn't do anything about it. It made me angry, and it confused me all the more. I wanted to help, but I needed the full story. And when I'd encountered Drew that night, I could only just threaten him. I didn't know the whole history between him and Hillary, and so, I didn't know what the guy wanted. I was afraid I'd end up saying the wrong thing, and he'd hurt Hillary like the many times he'd done before. The encounter had been a quiet one, I'd refused to battle him at all, at first, what with the preliminaries so close, but that guy knew my weakness, he had found it back on the plane, on our last encounter; Hillary. I remembered the words that had my anger boiling to an uncontrollable extent.
Do it, Hiwatari, He had started with a smirk, You wouldn't want me to hurt Hillary, now would you?
I knew he wouldn't hurt her, he couldn't. As long as I was around her; I wouldn't let him do it. But when he'd said her name, I felt the rage I'd been holding back, come to the surface. Hillary's face flashed in front of my eyes; a before-after image. A happy, carefree and determined Hillary, compared with the completely disturbed, anxious, and…withered Hillary. I had growled when I'd realized that it had been this guy's fault; the guy, who was standing so close I could actually, physically hurt him.
And then, I'd lost control, and kept thrusting my beyblade into his with the power I never knew I was capable of, lashing out my anger in the only way I knew how to. The battle hadn't been even; I had the better hand and even though I had won, Dranzer –what with the many times she collided with the walls all around, as the other blade kept succeeding at dodging her – was damaged pretty severely. Though, I couldn't say I didn't feel better after the battle…And I did the only thing I could do; I threatened him. I told him that I knew, and I told him to stay away from Hillary. There had been something in his eyes, something strange, and before I could tell what it was, he'd already turned around and walked away.
I had, once again, tried to ask Hillary about Drew. And, once again, she'd refused. I had a million things to say to her, I had a million more to hear, but I couldn't tolerate her excuses anymore. I tried my best, I even used that dirty lust-trick on her, but she didn't give in. She'd made me cross my boundaries, I'd given it my all in helping her, but she just wouldn't return the favor; that had infuriated me. What had I ever asked from her, anyway? Just the truth that would only do her good….
So, I let go. It had been one of the biggest mistakes I've ever made when it came to friends; letting her deal with this drama herself. It was probably the biggest ever. Of course, I'd kept an eye on her, an eye on Drew. I wouldn't let her be alone. It had been hard, what with the semi's so close, she'd go around for a walk when everyone would be practicing, and that scared me sometimes. So I asked Tala for help…
I told him everything; right from the start. I felt like I was invading Hillary's privacy, but that didn't matter anymore. She needed to be kept safe, I needed to know that she would be alright. Tala and the other, after a few corny jokes about my feelings for Hillary of course, had agreed to help. I felt better, I could concentrate more now that, whenever she was gone for a stroll, I knew she'd be safe.
But that was my mistake there. She didn't just need physical protection. I realized that a little too late, when she was yelling at Tyson in the cafeteria. I'd heard something in her voice when she'd yelled; hurt. She was still hurting, she was still scared. Protecting her never took that away. She didn't know that she was safe; she didn't know that I was looking out for her, like I had always been.
Feeling guilty again about what I'd done, I could just stare at her in silence as she yelled at Tyson, her eyes teary and her whole body shaking with sobs that I knew would come to their fullest when she was alone again.
And I was right once more. Standing outside her door a little while later, I could hear the muffled cries as Hillary poured her pain out again. She was terrified, and she was helpless about it, I knew that. And the guys needed to be more understanding of her, Tyson shouldn't have yelled at her; it wasn't her fault. She must've been disappointed at everyone's behavior. She must've felt betrayed. And, I only had myself to blame for not seeing this coming…I should've stuck by her side….
I meant to apologize, but I never really got the chance. She wouldn't come out of her room, she'd call in room service if she was hungry and she'd keep her door locked always, so that no-one could enter. If someone would call out for her, she wouldn't even reply. That had made me more anxious than I already was….She needed comfort…
The guys had apologized the very next day and she said she'd forgiven them. I knew she'd meant it. However, she kept her distance. She still wouldn't come out of her room, and she still wouldn't take openly to anyone. She was still hurt by Tyson's words, everyone could see that.
The only time I did see her out of the suite, though, was the day of the semi-final. I had been reluctant to leave, when I didn't spot Hillary around the living room when we were about to go, but then, she'd come out of her room and walked with us out to the stadium. She was tired, and everyone could see –what with all the stress –that she hadn't been sleeping well lately. I'd decided to apologize, to make things a little easier for her, as soon as the match was over. That had been my intentions, but injured as I was, I had to be dragged off to the dispensary first.
She had been a little happy, her face held a smile I couldn't get my eyes off of. It had been a while since I'd seen her like this but as soon as everyone had started talking, I'd seen her hunch into the chair, her frown growing by the second. She didn't want to be there, I could tell. Her eyes had been drowsy; she was tired, she needed to sleep. And, with that excuse, a word and a look in my direction which was accompanied by a fake little smile, she just left.
I thought, what with the suite so close, she'd have no trouble getting there. We were going to go back in a few minutes anyway, and I'd expected her to be asleep in her room; safe and unharmed.
I felt guilt consume me again; she'd forgiven me so easily, I didn't deserve it. It was stupid, to feel so remorseful, but how could I NOT think I was responsible? I knew every single thing, I had proof –her bruises, all the messages I saw – and I shouldn't have waited for her to confirm anything. I knew she was scared already, I shouldn't have had burdened her even more by getting mad at her like I had. I knew Drew had his eyes on her, and I shouldn't have let my guard down for the few minutes that I had….
I should've just…stayed with her. Let her know that I was there for her, that she didn't need to hide anything from anyone. I shouldn't have bailed on her like I had…
If I had known that she was going to be in trouble, I'd never have let her go. If I had known that she was going to run into Drew, I'd have snapped his neck long ago. If I'd just known…If only I'd known…..
But I hadn't….and when Spencer had called me, explaining in a rush that they'd found Hillary, and she was injured, I didn't know it would be so bad. For a while, I could just stand and stare at the petite figure in Tala's arms, much too shocked to respond. Anger had boiled up inside me, reaching its peak till it felt like I would explode. I was almost afraid when Tala handed Hillary to me; scared that I wouldn't be able to hold her, to give her enough protection. Had I ever succeeded at doing that before? Ever? Of course, I hadn't. And what with the uncontrollable fury that was raging inside of me, I was afraid I'd scare her again.
But she had been reaching out for me, her hands raised and her body tilted sideways, as if asking me to hold her, as if she needed me close. And then, I realized, that despite myself, I'd always give her what she wanted, what she needed. Hadn't I always asked her for this? For her to call out for me if she ever needed help? How could I deny her that?
I remembered how I'd instantly reacted to her body language; touching her hands, before letting Tala shove her into my arms hurriedly. She was clinging to my chest, and that was the last thing I felt before she suddenly started to feel heavy in my arms, losing consciousness.
When I'd set her onto the white sheets, for the doctors to treat her wounds, I'd just watched from behind; my fists clenched, and my body shaking all over, as I stared at her bleeding form. There was sweat, combined with the crimson colored liquid, dripping from her forehead, down her neck, onto the white sheets. Her lips were swollen, and her face was paler than usual. Her body, so limp against the bed, looked almost lifeless, and she neither stirred, nor woke up during the motions the nurses were making her do…too much blood-loss, I'd heard someone whisper.
They'd turned her over, slipped the blood-covered shirt off her wounded shoulder to reveal a cut running from her pectoral, to the back of her neck… Anger; pure, surging rage was the only thing I was feeling right then— I wanted to see blood…his blood –and it had taken a lot of effort to stop myself from going back to finding that bastard, to making him pay for what he had done. I had known that going off at that moment wouldn't be the best thing to do; I needed to be there if Hillary woke up. I'd made the mistake of running off on her once, and I wasn't going to let myself repeat it, again. So, I had kept myself composed; intending to actually be there for her this time, not wanting her to be any more afraid than she actually was. I had known that the others wouldn't understand what situation she was in; they would not be happy with her. I had to show her that she was safe, that Drew wouldn't get to her…..
I sighed, bringing myself to the present moment; there were a dozen unanswered questions in my mind, a dozen more that merely needed confirmation. I needed to her to tell me everything, everything I didn't know, every single thing I'd missed out on, in the fear that I was invading her privacy, that I was expecting too much, assuming that it'd be better if I waited…everything no-one was there to save her from. I wanted more reasons to hurt Drew; not that what I had weren't enough for me to break his face-bones, but I wanted enough reasons for me to break every single bone in the rest of his body. I wanted for my fist to connect with his face, and to see the same pain there, which I had to see in Hillary's eyes every day. I wanted to make him pay for every single time Hillary had been scared, for every time he'd threatened her, for every single phone call, for every touch, for every ache he'd made her go through…. I was going to avenge Hillary. Drew wasn't going to live his life in the peace and satisfaction of doing what he'd done, and getting away with it. The time for repentance was now over; Drew would get his chastisement, I would personally make sure of it.
I was snapped out of my reveries when I heard the door creak open. Tala entered the room, barely making a sound. Following him inside were Bryan and Spencer. They looked at Hillary with penitence. They too wanted— but not as much as I did— to hurt Drew for all he had made Hillary go through. I sighed, despite my rage, before looking away from them all.
It had been a few hours since I was in the room with Hillary. Night had fallen; I could see the dark sky through the gaps between the blinds of the windows. She was still sleeping soundly and, once again, when I saw her, I felt composed. How many sleepless nights had Hillary spent in fear of that bastard, anyway? If only she'd relied on me, if she hadn't thought of trying to bottle everything up inside…
Just then, I heard the small creak of the door as it opened again, disturbing me from my thoughts once more. A nurse stood there with a notepad in her hands. She told us that it was time for us to leave, refusing with the validation that it was already very late when Spencer tried to reason with her to allow me to stay. Disappointed, I sneaked one last glance at Hillary. Would she be safe? Reluctant as I was, I decided that no-one would hurt her here. Though, I'd made sure to close and lock the windows to the room before I left.
Tala, Bryan, Spencer and I made our way back to our suites, barely speaking on our way back. The silence was, for the first time uncomfortable; because, right then, all of us had the urge to talk, yet we didn't know how to express ourselves. What were we supposed to do, anyway? Nothing, till we knew the entire story…only then, we would be able to justify entirely to Drew's vile. This time, though, I intended on handling things my way; no matter what Hillary said…
As we made the last turn for the corridor of Blitzkrieg boys' room, my eyes fortuitously fell on a figure leaning casually against the wall at the end of the corridor. All my thoughts – every calm, sane decision— left my mind the instant I saw that pleased smirk plastered across his face. The fury I'd been feeling a while ago came rushing to the surface and this time, I didn't quite know how I could control it. The only thing I did know, however, was that if he didn't disappear from in front of my eyes in the next few seconds, I would do something – which under normal circumstances— I would regret.
"Don't, Kai." Tala, who knew me all too well for my own liking, said when he noticed my change of expression. He knew I was thinking about doing something lamentable but the calmness in his tone surprised me; he was stopping me now?
I barely gave his words more thought, though; my mind kept revolving around the verity that Drew was here in front of me, and this was the time for the reprisal I'd been waiting for him to get. Images began forming in my mind; Hillary, with bruises on her wrists… Hillary, going limp in my arms… Hillary, bleeding… Hillary, in the hospital…Hillary…Those images fueled my rage, my thirst for revenge and I suppressed a low growl.
Drew, when he saw my altered expression, let out a malicious laugh before taking a step towards me.
"You wanna know what I did, Hiwatari?" He smirked, his eyes glinting in amusement; I realize what he was trying to do. He was testing my anger, now; seeing how far I'd go without snapping. There was that surging rage again, blinding my vision, clouding my judgment; the ever-growing covet for revenge was fogging all my rationality again and even though I knew that I was falling into his trap once more, I didn't care this time. Loosing control would mean getting to see his blood on my fingers…
Spencer, who instantly sensed the dark aura radiating from me, inched closer. He knew I'd snap any moment, and apparently, he wanted be close enough to intercept. In my rage, I almost thought about hitting him for siding against me, but before I could react any further….
"Eh, Hiwatari?" Drew teased, and I snarled at him loudly. I felt my hands clench into fists in response to the anger that was boiling inside me, and somehow, I just waited as it did. I wasn't going to attempt to stop it, anymore. Drew was pushing his luck, and he was going to run out sooner than he'd thought if he kept this up.
"Don't listen to him, Kai." Tala warned, but once again, I completely ignored him. My eyes lingered on Drew…. Was Tala really thinking that I was just going to let that bastard off?
"I scared her," He continued as lightly as if he was talking about the weather. I saw the same glint in his eyes as before, and somehow, it now seemed brighter. I felt my anger reach its climax again, and this time, I didn't think even think of oppressing it. I lunged at him, my fist landing on his face before anyone could stop me. Flashes of Hillary breaking down kept sweeping through my mind, her pained cries kept running through my head; almost as if pushing me to hit him even more…and that was just what I did; I kept punching him in the face, unfalteringly and wordlessly, blinded by the rage which consumed me.
"Kai, stop that!" I heard Bryan yell, his voice too close for my liking. Before I knew it, a hand encircled my arm, pulling me backwards. Drew fell down to the floor, once I'd been held back.
"Control yourself, would you?" Bryan said, his voice low but I just snarled in response, yanking my arms free of his hold. I had intended to punch the guy again, but Bryan grabbed my arms.
"Have you lost your mind?" His voice rose, now, echoing along the empty corridor. Drew, from where he kneeled down on the floor, smiled smugly at me, blood dripping from his mouth.
I suppressed another growl. Lost my mind?I had lost my mind when I left Hillary to deal with this drama herself, I had lost it when I didn't stop this guy the moment I'd found out, I had lost my mind when I decided to wait for Hillary to ask for my help; I was definitely in a sane state of mind right now! I was finally doing what I should have done a long time ago…
"How dare he…" In my anger, I didn't even know what to say. I tried struggling against Bryan's hold once again; it felt like I hadn't hit the bastard enough, I was barely satisfied with what I'd done to him.
"I warned you to stay AWAY from her!" I yelled abrubtly, my voice showing every ounce of anger I was feeling, yet it didn't show enough. Bryan, in an attempt to hold me back again, tightened his hold.
Drew leered arrogantly at me, raising himself so, that he was half-way up. Instinctively, I reached out for him, intending to push him back down, but Tala beat me to it; he grabbed the bastard, and pushed him back, away from me.
But Drew's smirk only widened at Tala's actions. He looked up at me, as if he was about to say something, but Tala kicked him from behind. I watched as he fell back to the floor, spitting out some blood; that made me more furious than ever. It wasn't THEIR battle, that bastard was MINE to hit….Who gave Tala the right to hit him anyway? And who gave Bryan the right to hold me back?
Blinded, once again, by the fury, I made another lunge at the ass but Spencer's voice interrupted it, "Calm down."
Calm down? I growled inwardly again, Control myself? I've been doing that for all this time, hadn't I? And look where it has led; Hillary was in the hospital battered and bruised. It was this guys' fault, and he was going to pay for it so bad….
"I didn't consider your warning, then." Drew started again, as if nothing had really happened. He had that same proud smile on his face, and he got up from the tiled floor, only to smile more widely at me. "She wasn't supposed to tell anyone…"
He trailed off, cocking his head to the side. He was completely up by now. I realized what he was doing; testing my fury again. Once again, he'd discovered my weakness, and he was using it against me. But where would that get him? He wasn't going to survive in one piece if he continued this…
"So I made her pay…"
Before I knew it, I had already sprung at him; the moment was so unexpected that even Bryan –who'd lost his guard a while ago – couldn't hold me back. Before anyone could react to what had happened, Drew was already pinned to the wall, with me in front of him.
"Don't listen to him, Kai!" Bryan yelled, grabbing my hand as it went for Drew's face.
"Let me go, Bryan!" I yelled at him, pushing him away. An image formed in front of my eyes; Hillary, pinned up against the wall, scared, bleeding…How far had he gone with her?
"I slammed her up against the wall," Drew continued, despite his position; did he not realize that he was completely under my mercy now? "Till, she had nowhere to run away to, and then I messed around with her a little bit…"
"Don't let him get to you, Kai!" Tala's voice interrupted, but I ignored him again; it seemed too easy. I knew he was right, but the rage that was boiling inside me was completely out of my control now. I could feel it explode; like a volcano, when it didn't have the capacity anymore, bursting out everything it kept inside itself.
I kept hitting Drew on the face, lashing out my anger in just the right way; I should've done this long ago.
"Stop this RIGHT now!" In my temper, I couldn't even tell who was yelling at me to stop.
Drew tried to break free, but I was too strong for him. I didn't know if I'd get my chance again, Hillary wouldn't let me do this. I wanted to leave no regrets for myself. The guys had also decided to back off, I didn't know what had convinced them to do so, but I hardly cared right then.
"What's the point now?" Drew leered when I pulled back a little bit, his lips bleeding from all the times I had hit him. "I did all I wanted to do in the first place."
I didn't have to try hard to ignore what he was saying; my thoughts were only revolving around ending his miserable existence. It was vague in my mind, how much time I spend hitting him. I obviously had the advantage here, training in hand to hand combat for years in the abbey, Drew wasn't able to free himself from my grasp. Though, he had managed to land a few kicks to my guts, and a punch straight to my jaw, in an attempt at defense.
As I was about to hit him once more, I felt someone pull me back forcefully. I was standing a few feet from the wall, panting from all the adrenaline rush. Drew – in agonizing pain— fell to the floor on all fours. He spat some blood out again, before looking up to glare at me; his eyes still had that malicious glint and — after all I had put him through— he was still smirking.
"That's enough, Kai," Spencer said in a foremost tone, placing his hand on my shoulder.
I just kept glaring down at the Drew, as if Spencer had said nothing. Even though every fiber of my being wanted to end his life then and there, and break him beyond recognition, I only just stood there, trying to catch my breath. My anger hadn't left me yet, I felt like whatever damage I'd done wasn't enough to justify his actions; this was just half the revenge I'd been hoping for him to get. I bent a little, ready to pick up where I'd left off...
"What is going on here?" I heard the authoritative voice of Mr. Dickenson, breaking me off. I removed my gaze from Drew's beat up figure on the floor, and turned around slowly to see the horrified expression on his face. I wiped some blood from my lips, waiting for Mr. Dickenson to catch up to the scene in front of him. A flash of anger passed his features, followed by a glint of disappointment. Apparently, he hadn't expected this type of blasphemy from me. I doubted he'd be this disappointed though, once I told him my reasons.
My eyes turned warily back at Drew –who was now too injured to hold himself upright—and then to the Blitzkrieg Boys. Mr. Dickenson was still staring at me expectantly… I suppressed a groan, thinking about the explanations I had to offer now. Hillary would not be happy if the others found out…
author's note:
Every single thing Kai has ever done and said in this story must be taking on a different meaning now lol.
Thank you Kaihil lover, who put her sadistic mind to help me out with this chapter; the whole scene between the B-boys, Kai and Drew was written by her. she's the one who made Kai throw all the punches, and the one who'd made Drew bleed and the dialogues were mine.
Review and tell me how it was people!