My grip around Zane's arm grew tighter as we grew closer to James. Even Zane knew something was up. With every step I was reminded of the marks he left on my body and the amount of pain he's caused me throughout the years. Fear and anger rushed through my veins as James and I's eyes connected- they were a shade of dark blue, the same color they turn when he's about to strike.
Just as I thought he was going to leave us alone, he stepped in front of our path and lowered his hood. It was dark, but there was enough light to see that he was obviously intoxicated. The smell of various cheap liquors radiated off his person. There was a pin-dropping silence between the three of us before I finally spoke up.
"Get the fuck away from me, James"
"We don't want any trouble, man. Just walk away" Zane's voice was deeper and defensive. I peeked over at his free hand to see it balled into a fist.
"Just come home, Olivia. I'm better now, can't you see? I'll never lay a finger on you again" He stepped closer but before James could take another step Zane shoved him away.
"Get away from her"
"What the fuck you gonna do about it, huh? She's my girl!" James stumbled towards Zane and shoved him back.
"Let's just go, Zane" I tugged on his arm. He looked down at me and nodded, grasping my hand as we walked back towards his car. But before we could take even three steps, James's hand grabbed my boney shoulder and forcibly pulled me to face him. His cold fist met my cheek with such force that I fell to the ground. My vision went blurry for a moment before I looked up from the gravel to see Zane on top of him, his knuckles littered with blood. I got up from the ground and ran towards him before someone gets killed.
"Zane stop! That's enough! He's out! He's out! It's done!" I've never screamed so loud in my entire life as I wrapped my arms around his and pulled him off of James. I looked down at the blond to see his face completely covered in so much blood that he was unidentifiable. Zane turned around to face me, his lip was busted and that navy blue shirt was ruined.
"You're bleeding" He cupped my jaw and gently tilted my head to the side. It wasn't until then I felt the warm liquid running down my skin and the familiar pain pulsating from the wound.
"Should we call the cops?" Zane looked over at James, who was groaning in pain- the alcohol must've been wearing off.
"Leave him"
