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“Elijah, you’re hurting me,” I whimper out, trying to wiggle from under him but I can’t. It’s as if all the strength in my body has evaporated.
“That’s what you fucking get for wanting to leave me.” He presses down harder, and I can’t help but to let out another cry.
A noise for the other side of the door distracts Elijah just a bit, not a whole lot but enough for him to move and giving me enough time to get out from under him and move toward the bedroom.
After a second or so, Elijah forgets about whatever could be going on outside and turns his attention back to me. Looking as if he wants to back hand me and leave his mark.
I can feel so many tears streaming down my face as I look up at him, and I feel so much damn fear running through my body.
I just want this to stop.
Please, I scream out in my mind. Please make this all stop, because from what it looks like in Elijah’s eyes, there is no end in sight.
For a second, I think that I’m never going to make it out of this room.
And that’s my thought process when the door slams open, hitting the wall behind it.
As soon as I see who is standing in the doorway, I let out the first sigh of relief that I’ve felt all morning.
Out of all the people that thought would burst into the room, Blake wasn’t one of them. He was supposed to be in Montana. He has no reason to even be in California, so why is he?
The answer to that question doesn’t matter because he’s here, and I might have the chance to make it out of this room.
His name is at the edge of my mouth, about to come out as a plea, as a saving grace but it gets stuck in my throat when Elijah charges at him and starts to swing.
I sit there in absolute silence and fear as I watch Blake and Elijah start throwing punches at each other. I will myself to move to stop them, but I can’t seem to do anything but to watch.
It’s not until I see blood when I finally able to take myself out of whatever stupor I was in and get up and try my hardest to pull them apart.
Nothing I do works, though.
No amount of screaming or begging or using all the strength that I have can pull them apart, is enough to stop them.
“Blake, stop. Please.” I beg, grabbing at his arm as he swings it back and hits Elijah right in the jaw.
They go at it and continue even as both of them become a bloody mess.
Tears continue to steam down my face, as I start to fear for Blake and everything that he is sacrificing with what he is doing.
The tears are ever present even as police officers storm into the room and break the two men apart.
But they quickly evaporate when the paramedics arrive and take Elijah to the nearest hospital because of a broken jaw. And they are almost nonexistent when they cuff Blake and take him away. By then I felt absolutely numb.
Soon, the room starts to clear out and I’m getting taken to the hospital to get checked out. It’s when I’m left alone that when I’m finally able to process everything.
It’s in the silence that I conclude that all of this could have been avoided if I didn’t let fear dictate me. But I did, and now Blake is in jail, and will possibly lose his place on the Knights because of it.
And if he does, it will be all my fault.
I have to fix things. How I will do it, I have no idea but I have to try. Because if I lose Blake, I don’t know if I will survive.
Officer King listensto every word I say. From the first time Elijah got violent with me to everything I said as I got lost in the memories of a few hours ago. Every single word he listens to, not once interrupting me, solely writing down the occasional note.
The majority of the time I was talking, I got lost in the memories, but there was a time or two during it all, that I would step away from the memories and look at Officer King and the facial expression he was giving me.
Most of the time he was unreadable, but there was a moment where he looked at me with all the pity in the world and I hated it.
He was probably thinking that I was stupid for staying with Elijah for as long as I did. And if he was, I wouldn’t blame him. I was stupid.
