Alexa Grey. Brandon Flemming. Sebastian O'Connor.
Girl. Boxer. Fighter.
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A boy around my age was getting mercilessly beaten by someone with their back to me. I recoiled in horror at the sight of blood everywhere and the cracking of his ribs as punch after punch knocked through him. The boy must have noticed that I was there as he lifted his head, looking at me with a desperate plea for help. Then his attacker turned around and my eyes nervously met Sebastian's. Within milliseconds, anger overtook me and I stormed over.
"Leave." Sebastian growled, barely even glancing at me as he pushed me straight into a brick wall.
"Stop hitting him," I gasped, trying to get my breath back as I moved away from the wall.
"Get out of here." There was nothing but stone cold harshness in Sebastian's voice as he ordered me once again to leave.
"No." My breath had been regained and I was standing taller now, my confidence for some reason soaring.
"I said," He spat out the words, turning away from the boy and towards me, "to get out of here."
"Make me." I didn't even blink as I locked eyes with him, daring him to lay another finger on me.
"Fine." Sebastian slammed me back against the wall, grabbing my bandaged wrist and twisting it. There was nothing I could do to hold back the small scream that escaped my lips as he applied more and more pressure. Yet I made no attempt to move away.
"Don't touch him." I managed to say, desperately trying to keep my voice as smooth as possible.
"I don't have to listen to you," He scoffed.
"You don't. But you should."
"Oh, and why should I?" Sebastian had visibly calmed down now, it was obvious. Even the tight grip on my wrist had loosened completely.
"Because you're better than that." I replied softly, moving myself away from the wall and glancing down at the semi-conscious boy.
"You over-estimate me then." With that, Sebastian dropped back and walked off without a single look behind him.