Once I got out of the car, Josh was already pinning Tyler to the tree. I could heard him yelling, at Tyler. Then Josh's fist came down on tyler, but Tyler was soon to bounce back and a fight began. I was terrified, I've seen what Tyler can do at football, I can't imagine the damages he can inflict while fighting, I mean Josh can sure as hell fight hard but they were about equal. I watched Tyler get a punch in to Josh's Jaw, my heart dropped. I felt myself getting weak and stopped dead in my tracks, a panic attack was coming on, I have been getting them a lot lately and they always end bad, I can't breath when I get them. I sat down and placed my head between my knees, this cleared my air way enough to start slowly breathing but every sound of a fist impacting it got worse.
After what seemed to be forever, I felt a someone pull me up. I screamed before I opened my eyes to Josh's green eyes. I held his face in my hands and examined his injuries, a cut above his eye, split lip, bruised cheek and swollen spot on his jaw line. I turned and looked at Tyler who was currently laid out on the ground out cold. I turned to Josh in shock. I didn't say anything I simply kissed him with the most force any of our kisses ever had, he held me closer to deepen the kiss. I felt him hold back the pain of his injured lip. I pulled back and hugged him, his head resting on the top of my head, “Now we can go home,” He said with a chuckle as we walked to the car, I had to help him, guess there was more injuries then I could see at the moment.
I decided it was best if I drove, he wasn't looking so good, “Josh give me the keys,” I said holding out my hand still helping him stand. He looked at me with shock, “Um, I don't think so,” He said holding the keys in his hand. I tried to get them but he had a freaking death grip on them, “Josh, i'm serious you can't drive.” I said as I leaned him on the car and stood in front of him. “Sure I can,” He said taking a step and almost falling. I chuckled a little, “You can't even walk.... Please?” I asked with a sad voice. He rolled his eyes and handed them to me, “If you get a dent in it, or go over the speed limit I will kill you,” He said as I helped him into the passengers seat, “Oh please, it's been smashed to pieces what is the worse I could do?” I got in and started it. His eyes were on the speed reader, then the mirrors, then the road the whole ride.
Once we got to his house he let out a sigh, “Hope you enjoyed that, because it will never happen again,” He said taking the keys and shoving them in his pocket. I laughed and helped him out. Once we got inside, and let me tell you it was a challenge, this boy was heavy. I got him to the couch and he sat. “You know, stop having so much muscles, it makes you really heavy you know.” I joked. He smiled, then it dropped, “I am supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around,” His looked at the ground. “Josh, look at me I am fine alright. You on the other hand, look like hell.” He put his hand to his heart and fake being hurt, “Ouch, glad I am loved,” I rolled my eyes and went to the kitchen and got some ice. “Now, are you going to let me see the other injuries I know you have young man,” I said walking back in the room.
I dropped the ice pack, Josh was on the couch his shirt off exposing the huge bruise and a deep cut on his stomach. I didn't think he realized I came back because he looked at me and dropped his shirt back down. “you need to get that check out,” I said sitting next to him. “Morgan it is fine, just a scratch,” He said looking at me. I pulled his shirt up again before he stopped me, “That is not a scratch Josh. How did you get it?” I looked at him and he looked straight in my eyes. “did he have a knife?” I asked hoping I could get a good answer out of him. He simply looked down and took his shirt all the way off, “Yeah, so what. It's not like I am dying,” he laid back on the couch. I moved and stood up, “Get up,” I demanded. He looked at me confused but stood up, I helped him walk to the bathroom. “what are you doing Morgan?” he asked leaning against the counter as I looked in the closet. “since you won't go get it looked at, I guess I will have to clean it so it doesn't get infected.” I said pulling out the Hydrogen Peroxide. His eyes widened, “What are you doing with that?” he said pointing to the bottle. I smiled, “Aw, are you afraid of a little disinfectant Josh?” I said with a smirk. He looked at me, “No, but I don't need it--” I cut him off, “Stop being a baby and hold still,” I pour some onto a cotton ball and look at him, he was watching my every move. “This might hurt just a little,” I whispered as I placed it on the cut.
Part 18
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