L E G A C Y / / Percabeth's kids fic

.: chapter 35 :.

Prom Night: Part 7

Charlie Jackson

Saying Andrew looked mad was putting it lightly. Andrew looked furious. Mason still had his body over mine and his hands were still on my sides. While he and Andrew were staring each other down, I shoved him off and stood behind Andrew.

Andrew walked slowly over to Mason until they stood face to face. Neither of them said anything until Andrew grabbed a fistful of Mason's shirt and lifted him to his tiptoes. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He spat.

"She doesn't love you Andrew, she loves me." Mason smirked. I swear he's delusional. Andrew was nearly a head taller than Mason and everything about him was more intimidating. He lifted Mason a little higher so that his feet were no longer touching the ground.

"No one could ever love you." He said, then he slammed Mason to the floor. Heads turned in our direction. Andrew knelt over Mason and pinned him to the ground then began to punch him in the face. I thought he would hit him once or twice, but he just kept hitting him.

"Andrew!" I tried to bring him back to his senses but it was like he couldn't hear me. I had never seen him this angry before.

"Andrew, stop! You'll kill him!" I locked my arms under his shoulders and tried to pull him off but he wouldn't budge.

"Listen to me!" I screamed.

He paused and turned to look at me. I knelt in front of him and held his bloodied hands in mine. "Enough." I whispered.

He nodded once and stood up. Mason groaned on the ground. His lip was busted open and bleeding, he had a forming black eye, his nose might've been broken, and his face was red and swollen. I didn't even feel bad leaving him there. I kicked him once in the side then walked off with Andrew.

We went to the bathroom and locked the door behind us. "Sit down." I gestured for him to sit on the closed toilet. I went to the sink and wet a few paper towels then knelt in front of the toilet.

"Give me your hands." I commanded.

He held his hands out and I gently cleaned the blood from his knuckles.

"Charlie, how could you let him do that?" He asked quietly. I said nothing. "After what happened with Parker, I thought you would be more careful."

I stopped. "So it's my fault? It's my fault that Mason is a fucking psychopath and held me down and kissed me and touched me?" I laughed humorlessly. "That's fucked up Andrew."

"That's not what I meant." He sighed.

"Well that's what it sounded like." I continued to clean his hands in silence.

"You're really drunk. He took advantage of you because you're drunk." He broke the silence.

"So I can't drink and have a good time because some men can't control themselves? Now that's what you're saying?"

"No, I- gods," he let out an exasperated sigh and held his head back, "I'm just scared for you. I love you so much and anytime I see that bastard anywhere near you, it makes my blood boil."

"Well I agree. I hate him." I scrubbed the last bit of blood from his hands then dropped his hands.

I didn't know what to say to him. I was angry at the things he said and didn't want to fight with him.

"Charlie," He lifted my chin so my eyes met his, "forget everything I said, I didn't mean it. I'm just glad you're okay."

I pressed my lips together and nodded. "Can we just never talk to him again?"