My heart was racing as they fought right in front of me. What could I do? I didn't want to get involved. Trace was really aggressive when he was defensive.
I couldn't help it, I had to do something. Blood was gashing from a wound on Beau's leg. It was a knife wound.
"Beau!" I cried,
None of them lifted from the fight.
I tried again, this time aiming my words at trace.
"Trace, get off of him!" I yelled.
He got up off beau and faced me. I stared into his eyes that were full of rage.
"Who is he!" he roared at me with a tone I'd never have thought he'd use on me.
"Huh!" he spat at me, I stood silent and intimidated.
He inched in closer to me, totally forgetting about the bleeding boy on the ground.
He spoke again this time in a demanding voice.
"Who . Is. He" He questioned in different syllables, reaching and putting his arms around my waist.
I felt a warmth when I was around him. I hated it, I still loved him though I wanted him out of my life. He was extremely persuasive and irresistible. I found myself inching in closer to him.
No! I thought, this can't be happening! I'm over him and want nothing to do with him. Why were my emotions trying to tell me otherwise?
I found the strength in me to push him away but his hands were still interlocked behind my back.
I looked down at beau who was still on the ground wincing at the pain in his leg. I felt sympathetic for him but I turned back to Trace.
"Nobody" I finally answered his question.
"He's nobody"
Trace looked at me with loving eyes; I hated it when he did this to me. One minute he'll be angry at me and the next he'll love me.
He inched in even closer and I found myself hugging Trace. He was warm and comforting as I lost myself in him. I rested my head on his shoulder and spied Beau trying to get up. He was failing because of the pain he was in. I wanted to help him, I couldn't stand here hugging Trace when he was injured like that and knowing Trace I won't be together with him again tomorrow. I wanted out of his embrace of evilness. I pushed myself up off of his chest. He looked at me, his eyes gradually getting harder as time progressed.
"I need to help him" I said.
He suddenly lost all touches of affection and asked 'why?'
"Because he's hurt" I looked towards beau. But what shocked me was that he was no longer there! I moved Trace out of the way and realized he was completely out of sight. I was surprised. His struggle was just a facade, He was strangely well enough to sneakily disappear without me knowing. He had a habit of doing this.
"I better go" I told Trace,
"I'll come with you" he urged.
I hesitated and stayed silent.
"Look, babe I'm really sorry, you deserve much better than me. I want to make it up to you"
I waited for him to continue but he stopped there. I shifted my weight to the other foot.
"Dinner at my place?" he suggested.
I didn't know if I wanted to get back with him. When I was with him and he was in the loving mood, I would melt in his embrace but I knew in my heart, deep past my emotions that he was not good for me and I should move on for my own good.
