It All Started With a Diary

maybe|part 2

Kade moved with the flash of lightning, his fingers dancing across my skin as he pulled me away from Angelo. His hand trapped warmth throughout my skin as he pushed me behind him, his stance protective.

Angelo watched this with a half-grin. "Oh, really? And, what are you going to do about it, Ryder?" he taunted, pushing Kade's chest.

A dark expression gripped every cress of Kade's face. "No one will ever touch her without her own permission—not you, not me, not anyone—and you better fucking remember that. This is between you and me, Calloway. Don't bring her into it unless you really wanna test your limit. You know when I say something I live up to it, so don't fucking test shit."

Kade stood entirely still, his fists clenched tightly on either side. He shut his eyes once, then twice, skipping over me before turning back to Angelo.

Angelo stepped closer to him, standing below Kade by a few inches. "You brought her into it when you stuck your dick in her. Maybe I'll stick mine in there, too. You know, see what I'm missing." His words were unpleasant, and unforgiving, yet his laugh was audible enough for our peers to hear. "I mean, fuck. I don't even blame you now that I've got a look. She's hot, she's got a nice ass and a set of perfect—"

Kade shoved Angelo into the nearest wall, so hard that it seemed to echo through the house. I gulped, my fear grasping at me as Angelo found his balance. Kade was so close to me, I would surely get knocked down if the fear held me in my spot too long.

Kade pressed a hand to my stomach, gently knocking me away from the situation. Hands from the crowd caught me, but I found my footing quickly.

Just as Angelo threw a punch, Kade weaved away from it, then punched him in his stomach. Angelo's balance fell as he clenched his stomach, his face red and tight with anguish from the strength of the punch. Kade didn't hesitate in throwing another punch to his gut, then followed it by shoving Angelo down so hard, his head smacked against the table. Oos rang from the crowd at the altercation, and I felt the space tighten with more people.

I gasped as Kade's clenched hand threw a punch at Angelo's face, then another and another. His arm never grew tired. Each one seemed to land even harder than the last. He was entirely blinded by rage.

Broken out of my trance, I rushed forward from the crowd. I grabbed Kade's outstretched arm as he went to hit Angelo again. Kade's bloodshot eyes glared at me, his anger woven into a dark, detached expression.

"Stop," I said, my chest tight with nerves. If he kept going, he'd kill him. As badly as Angelo deserved it, Kade didn't need a murder case, especially for this prick.

Kade searched my eyes, his own shutting tightly as his fist slowly began to lower. I saw it uncurl, the sight bruised and bloody. I gulped cautiously as I began to speak again.

"I'm okay," I tried to convince, though I knew my physical appearance was shaken up from the entire night. "I'm fine, and we can leave now, okay?"

Angelo leant up on his palms, spitting blood to the side. "There you go, listening to your bitch again." With a scowl, he wiped at his red nose.

Kade tore away from my grasp, returning back to Angelo. I went to step forward to stop another fight from breaking out, but stopped in as Kade leaned down to his eye level.