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Pen Your Pride

I screamed loudly, kicking wildly to be released. I was terrified out of my mind. Seconds ago, Scott had been coming towards me, looking different. Just before I could get a better look I had been slammed into.

Hard.

I ached but I would deal with the pain later. Who was running off with my body over their shoulders like a sack of potatoes? They didn’t seem bothered in the slightest by my punches. I had never been so frightened in my life. I screamed for them to release me, kicking some more like a child having a tantrum.

Lifting my small fist again to hit the strong back I noticed it was all red. Blood covered my hands. I gasped, realizing after a minute of riding on this person’s back that it was drenched in blood.

I struggled to get a better look at his face. I could only see the hair but it looked awfully like Derek’s. In fear of hurting him more, I stopped wiggling around. Without the fondest idea of where we were headed, I closed my eyes, hoping that this was Derek. I felt safer in the forest now, guessing that this had to be Derek.

We had covered more ground then I would have dreamed possibly on foot in only a few minutes. It looked as if we were already at the clearing of Derek’s house. It had taken me ten minutes and I was pretty fit. But Derek was faster than humanly possible.

He slowed down abruptly. Slowly and carefully, he pulled me down. With a soft crunch, my feet were back on solid ground. I immediately took in Derek’s appearance. The whole front of his grey t-shirt was soaked in the vital red liquid. I gasped, reaching out to find the source of the wound. I touched the flap of his shirt and felt perplexed. There was no open wound where there should have been one with all the blood. There was only a healing gash that looked as if it had been scabbing for weeks.

“Wh—where is—why is—blood!” I blurted, not knowing what else to do. He detached my hands quickly from him, pulling back the flap, wincing a bit.

“I cut myself.” He grunted, glaring down at me. I ignored it.

“Derek,” I whispered, reached out again but he didn’t stop me this time. “What happened?” I pleaded.

He didn’t answer me. We stood there in silence. The moon illuminated his beautiful face and I felt like maybe he wasn’t human. He had godlike features and ran like an Olympian athlete. God knows how deep that gash was when he originally received it. I had half a mind to ask him if he was related to Edward Cullen but I was sure that reference was beneath him. That was foolish, I was being foolish. Derek was a normal human being; there was nothing supernatural about him.

“Derek,” I tried again.

“Nothing.” He replied this time.

“It looks like you either just murdered someone and rolled around in their blood or you were seriously injured.” I muttered, staring straight into his emotionless eyes. The amount of blood on him and me seemed like a deadly amount.

“I’m fine,” He said. I didn’t believe him. Well, I believe he was no longer injured, but I didn’t believe he was fine anymore. Not after finding his home earlier and what happened at the school.

“Physically, yes,” I swallowed, feeling intimidated by his gaze. “But you’re hurting.”

His tongue flickered out for a brief moment, wetting his lips. I stared at his lips, flashing back to our mind blowing kiss.

“You should go home.” It hurt briefly but I wasn’t going home until I got answers.

“Fine, take me home.” I countered, pulling at my stained shirt. “You can explain to my dad what happened and how I got all this blood on me.”

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