Follow You Follow Me

Chapter XIV: The Consequence

Marc stumbled back, holding his nose which was gushing blood. He took a breath before yelling, "What the fuck is your problem, man?!"

I'm pretty sure Ryan could tell that I was about to hit this kid again because she warned, "Cason, do not hit him again."

It didn't last long since Marc outright attacked me. He shoved me back against the bar and punched me. I grabbed his wrist and used the grip to push us over. I straddled him and socked him right in the face again.

He fisted my shirt and shoved me back into the wall. He pulled me to my feet and smashed a glass cup over my head. I felt blood drip down the side of my face, but I didn't let it stop me as I tackled him again and began repeatedly punching him.

After a few minutes, I felt someone yank me up and James shoved me back against the wall. He pushed his arm against my chest and said, "Stop it right now."

I looked over at the kid who was still lying on the ground while moaning in pain and then I looked at Haven.

Her expression absolutely and completely crushed me.

While none had spilled over yet, her eyes gleamed with tears and she had covered her mouth with her hands.

James turned to Ryan and asked, "Can you take this idiot to get stitches?"

"I'll do it," Haven's soft voice came.

She had moved closer and was a holding a wet rag. James let me go and she pressed the rag to my head. She sighed before saying, "Hold it there."

Thirty minutes later, I was sitting on a bed in a private hospital room and she was sitting in the chair directly to the left. I had gotten a shot to numb my forehead and then they had given me stitches above my right eyebrow. The only other injuries were a bruise on my left eye and a split lip as well as my knuckles that were split open from hitting Marc, but all of those would heal on their own without any stitches.

"I'm sorry, Haven," I whispered.

"Why did you do it, Cason?"

"Jealousy, I guess."

"He always does that. Marc always flirts with me. Hell, he flirts with anything that moves whether it's a guy or a girl!" She snapped.

"I didn't know that," I defended myself.

She snorted and I said, "I don't even know the kid. This was my first time meeting him. I was sure that he liked you from how hard he was flirting. It pissed me off."

"Well, maybe you should have asked him to stop instead of attacking him."

"I did ask him to stop. More than once."

The doctor entered then, cutting off our fight. Looking down at the clipboard, he said, "Well, Cason Eastwood. You are good to go. Have a nice night."

As we walked out, I said, "Please let me walk you to wherever you're staying."

"I can do it on my own," She snapped.

"Not here. Not in L.A.," I said.

"If I say yes, will you shut up?"

"Yes."

"Fine, then. Walk me home."

We walked in silence for a few minutes before I said, "I truly am sorry, Haven."

"I know," She whispered, biting her lip which drove me insane.

"I fucked up so bad. Then again, I am universally known for fucking up."