My eyes started to water, and I glanced over to the guy being scolded by Jayne and mouthed the words 'thank you' to him.
He looked up at me with sad eyes then realized my leg was pouring out blood. He immediately escaped Jayne's death grip in a swift way that left her on the ground facing the door she came from by flipping her around him then being pushed away. Jayne stared confused only to turn around to see him over me again, this time pulling his black leather belt out. After the zip of the belt through all the loops, I whimpered only to the pain of him pulling it tight around my upper thigh. He held down on the cut and stared at his now bloodied hands. He sat down on his knees letting out a sigh of relief after a few minutes only to reach over his shoulder grabbing Jayne's fist before it could reach his jaw again. He looked up to her eyes through his messy and blood-soaked bangs from him running his hands through his hair beforehand. After twisting her wrist, forcing her down to her knees and lay herself on the floor, this kid bent down to her face. He wiped away the blood from his lip and nose and smirked almost in a sadistic way. He leaned directly to her eye level glaring, "You'll listen to me now. Got that?" He waited for Jayne to nod, and with her trying to fight back, he yanked on her arm twisting it until she yelped in pain more and nodded. "Good." The guy threw her arm away from his body, thus pushing her away from him.
He pinched his nose making sure the blood was done bleeding before using his right hand to his forehead letting his fingers interweave with his hair. He drew back his hair from his face. It was the last thing I wanted to see. His face was gorgeous. I didn't understand why he hid it under all of that luscious hair to begin with. His eyes stood out the most, they were bright yellow almost gold.
"Hang up the phone right now." This guy gave a sudden death glare at Jayne who was on the line with 911. She pressed the call button with her thumb behind her back, and immediately was pinned up against the wall, high above where she could even touch the ground. His hair fell back into his face, but only some, while most of it stayed back. His hand reached around her whole throat enough to state that he had the upper hand for sure. Jayne struggled a bit and dropped her phone to the ground.
Ian was still on the line, whereas she made a conference call between the two. Jayne gasped while clawing at her throat, "Help me!" Those were the only two words she could even manage out in her gasp for air.
I blinked at them only to feel less dizzy enough to sit up. I grabbed the lamp closest to me and with all my might, I threw it at him. "Let go!" I winced letting my leg down to the ground.
The loud glass shattering caused enough noise to have two guys peek curiously into the room, one immediately slammed into the door, only to find it being locked. I heard him yell, 'Go get Ian' to the second while he continued to slam into the door trying to break through.
I huffed trying to keep my balance as I stood up. I reached out to Jayne, tears streaming down my cheeks. We touched finger tips for a moment before my wrist was grabbed and pulled away. I fell into a pair of strong female arms. I looked up to see a gorgeous set of ruby eyes. The woman's blonde curls fell into my face as she pulled me into a hug, then held me in a waltzing stance. Her voice was that of an angel and it was right in my ear, close enough to feel her breath on my neck. "Look how big and strong you are. Picking on my baby brother like that." The woman delicately picked up some of my hair and let it fall. My skin crawled the minute she finished speaking. It was the same voice as before. I pushed her away, only to feel nails dig into my arm tightly. She lifted her head to give me a full look over, "She'll have to do."
"Don't you dare Melaina!" The guy set Jayne down on the floor carefully and brushed off the glass shards from his body. "You let go of her right now!"
She purred out her words, "Draven, do you want her to suffer?"
Draven? Melaina?
Just who were these two. And if the door was locked where did this woman come from in the first place?
Melaina pinched Draven's cheeks together and kissed his right cheek, "You'd better clean this shit up by the time I get back."
Draven nearly spat at his so-called sister. He swung a punch at her only to miss. Jayne and I stared in awe and shock as she stepped backwards into the wall, then passed on through it.
At first I thought I was dreaming it all, until I realized Jayne too saw it. So this couldn't be a dream. An act maybe? Was this all fake?
I couldn't think anymore, for there was a group of guys banging against the door knob trying to break the door down. Ian hollered out furious and anxious to get inside.
My knees went baby deer like, letting me fall. The leg I had stabbed into recently was numb from the tourniquet on it. Draven helped set me back down to the love seat. I didn't know what to say, but instead stared dumbfounded at everything that just happened in the last few minutes.
Draven looked up at the door, and simultaneously the boys were able to break through, the door slammed open, leaving a hole in the receiving end wall where the door knob is. Ian knelt down to the floor to a well shaken Jayne. The few other guys blocked any windows, and the door.
Ian whipped his head in the direction of me and Draven. His wicked glare sent chills down my spine causing my throat even to go dry. Draven stood with both feet spread evenly apart. They both were ready for a fight to go down. "What the hell did you do to my woman? What kind of monster are you? Think you can go around beating up women? Huh?" Ian walked up closer to Draven, carefully pulling out his switchblade from his pocket, "You gonna answer me? Huh? What? You think you're so tough you don't need to answer?"
Ian took another step forward, this time with his opposite foot for momentum to swing his arm under with the knife's blade aimed at Draven's gut. With military expertise, Draven blocked the blade with his hands while twisting Ian's wrist back causing the weapon to fall to the ground. Before the blade even hit the ground, Draven had his palm under Ian's chin pushing him back forcefully.
After staggering backwards a bit, Ian rubbed his jaw as it clearly hurt and gave a look of pure frustration. Ian took his football skills to heart and ran straight for Draven, his head tucked down and his shoulders ready for impact.
Draven was more focused on the wall his so called sister went through and didn't notice Ian charging at him until it was the last second. Before it was too late, Draven wrapped his arms over his chest in an 'x' shape and tucked his shoulder forward bracing the full force of the six foot monster. Ian pummeled Draven to the ground, only to be tossed over in a summersault as Draven knelt down on one knee and lifted his arms over his head. Ian ran into the wall and chairs from this momentum causing a loud ruckus. This disturbance led to Ian crashing into another light fixture to become broken. Draven stood up, his hair a mess in his face until he gave a harsh breath outwards causing his hair to flip off of his forehead.
That moment, I knew he was the kid for sure. "He was the one staring at me off in the corner of the café..."
Jayne was already on a mission to watch over me and protect me from the boys fighting. Two of the men who came in with Ian, the ones from the door a minute ago tried helping me to my feet and out the door. I clung to the loveseat, not wanting to leave, for I thought one, if not both of the men would surely fight to the death.
Draven reached down with his right hand, careful to keep a watchful eye on Ian, and picked up the switchblade. He held it tightly in his fist and guarded himself as Ian picked up the wooden chairs at the tables only to chuck them at Draven. This was only a distraction, while his real motive was to evade Draven's eyesight. Ian ducked down low while charging after Draven, this time landing three good shots at his gut. Once again, the knife fell to the ground, begging for someone to pick it back up. Ian stood straight up, blocked his face by pulling his left arm squared around his face and let his right arm land an uppercut direct hit to Draven's jaw.
Draven picked himself up from the floor, whipping his hair behind his face. The blood from earlier on and around his lips looked smeared off, as if he was licking at it. From watching the two men square off, Draven was almost matching in height. Maybe only six foot, three inches shorter than Ian. He stood up straight and eyed the blade to his right. Ian noticed it, too. Quickly they both dove for the blade, leaving Ian sliding on the floor on his left side over the knife and Draven landing on top of Ian.
They wrestled for the blade for a good few minutes. And with the light outside now diminished, the distinct red and blue lights shown through the windows like lighthouses lighting up the room. Draven kicked Ian away from himself, only for Ian to grab the knife at the last minute. Ian grunted loudly as he got to his feet, his lip a bit puffy and bleeding, as was Draven's.