Chapter 26
So, this took forever, and it's literally nothing new either. I know I said I was going to do this quite a while ago, but I couldn't bring myself to do it and I want to say I am so so sorry for not doing so. I don't want to say when the next update will be, because knowing me I'll just miss it either from laziness, forgetfulness, exhaustion or all three.
If you didn't like this chapter, I'm sorry to have disappointed you, if you did like it? Perfect! I'm happy you enjoy me remembering (After rereading twice a couple chapters) exactly where we left off and how I wanted to write it out. Though enough excuses from me, without any further ado, I hope you enjoy. :)
====================================================
--= Jack's + POV =--
Explosions sounded off inside of my mind, his soft, cold lips pressing against mine. All the heat and intensity from the war exploding inside of my head rushed into my face. I tensed up, my blood shifted into slush and my heart picked up its speed.
The mask that I was staring at was ripped off and whipped behind us somewhere harshly and confidently, that was what caught my attention before whatever this was happened. My blood slowly sapped through me, every single cell inside of me trying to comprehend what entirely this was or why.
When my eyebrows arched into confusion, I opened my eyes just as Cry pulled away and my voice got caught in my throat. Alarms screeched inside of my head, and that confident grin he wore on his face said that he really did mean to do that.
Grasping the details of his face, a small laugh escaped my lips either from disbelief, surprise, content, or all three, and I managed to inch myself a bit closer so that I was staring up at him the same way we were before we kissed. Except with the adjustment of being a tiny bit closer.
The music felt like it had faded out, and even if I tried to concentrate, all I heard was the loud bass thumping in my hearts similar to a heartbeat. I could see Cry's lips moving as he spoke, but I didn't hear any of the words either. It was all blurring out.
A twinge of panic striking into my heart, I hushed it doing trying to persuade myself that it was merely the effects of alcohol but it just wasn't working effectively. I watched helpless, as Cry's face turned from a confident one into one that's expression was pure worry.
I could only read one word from his lips, my name being shaped into pronunciation from his voice. I couldn't hear it, I could only see. My eyelids narrowing to show I was concentrating and trying to hear as best I could, I spotted Mark staring from the door, glaring.
He almost looked like he was going to kill someone. Within how little time it took for me to blink, time sped up and the next thing I knew Mark had tackled Cry onto the ground and Mark's screams were the only thing I heard.
Cuss after cuss, word after word, with every syllable he swung his fist at Cry. Cry not even knowing what was going on half of the time, seemed to look monotone by this sudden violence but in his eyes you could see the half of a second of fear that flashed through them. My body wouldn't allow me to move or speak.
It told me to stay out of it. And even if I really wanted to and all of my will told me to, I don't think I could. This is a scenario for two, if three were to come in, the two would attack the third instead. Everyone knows that by experience. Especially when they're two...Friends? I guess you could call them.
I never stopped to think or ask what their relationship was between one another. I'm not going to bother to ask, Mark just soiled it anyways. Eventually, one of Mark's fists finally landed and Cry went clattering back first onto the staircase. There was a loud crack, and then silence.
Cry's mouth lay open, he seemed to be in pain, but if he was screaming I wouldn't have known. I could feel my heart lighten up a little, and bit by bit second by second my eyes grew wider and my awareness of my surroundings heightened until the piercing scream of agony coming from Cry's mouth blasted into my ears.
I dashed. Bolting as fast as I could and with my arms raised, I tackled Mark. He writhed, trying to get to Cry, and now being able to hear what he was saying my blood ran cold. I wrapped my arms around him, pinning his to his sides so he couldn't hurt Cry anymore than he did,
and when the scent of an over exaggerated amount of alcohol hit my nose I flinched back giving Mark accidental freedom. And he gladly took it. He sprung onto Cry, continuing to slam his arms into Cry, Cry's body was rigid as he tired out, and his arm outstretched towards me pleading for me to help him.
Heart heaving, I instantly latched my hand into his, intertwining our fingers and now realising only how cold his temperature was compared to mine. Pushing the non needed thought aside, I used a quarter of the strength I could muster, making sure I wouldn't hurt anyone and flung myself onto Mark yet again sending us both sprawling towards the entrance.
His arms and legs kicking out, squirming and swinging trying to get away my hands grasped firmly on his shoulders and I dug my nails into the pressure points where there was no bone on his shoulders or collar. Crippling over himself, I dragged Mark through the door and giving one last longing look to the loud room, and to Cry, disappeared into the night with Mark in my hands.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top