"You know me so well!" She yells as she comes running, ready for the fight of her life. You put your fists up, hoping, praying, to whatever higher God there is to stop this god damn stupid fight. "Hold on now Nelly!" You hear as someone grabs Clay, causing her to jolt back from the sudden movement. You suddenly feel a pair of strong arms around you, throwing you over it's shoulder. You didn't try to scram or get loose of this guy's hold, just looking at Jaden holding Clay as she kicks and yells for him to let go. You enter a room, as the door shuts you are finally set down on your feet. You just stood there, not able to move or speak due to your brain not comprehending what the hell just happened.
"Got anything to say?" Bryce says, standing like a disappointed mom. "The bitch had it coming. We both did." You hissed at him, plopping down on the bed with a sigh. "Come in the bathroom, let me clean you up." Bryce says as he walks into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit under the sink. You lay there, contemplating if you wanted to lay their or be reasonable and clean up. "Alright but be quick, I'd like to go home sooner rather than later. " You said, dragging yourself off the bed, going to stand in front of Bryce, just wanting to go home. "Yeah, yeah get on the counter." He says as he pulls bandages and ointment out of the red box. "What?" You said, giving him a confused look. Suddenly you feel Bryce's hands on your waist, as he plops you down on the bathroom counter. "Okay, damn so aggressive." You whispered sneeringly. "Fix me up doc." You said with sarcasm, smiling. "Be quiet, I'm not exactly happy with you right now." Bryce said. The fuck is his problem, he always gets into fights. "What the hell is your problem? You always get into fights, so I don't see why it's a big deal for me." You snapped at him. He didn't say anything, you just stayed quiet as he cleaned my wounds. You let him stay quiet until he was done fixing you up. "Bryce stop being a angry 4 year old and talk to me." You said jumping off the counter and sitting down on the toilet.
"I don't want you getting into fights because you get hurt, very bad." Bryce said quietly, leaning against the counter. "But it's okay when you get into fights but not me?" You snapped, looking at him confused as fuck. "I don't care what happens to me! I care about what happens to you and only you! Jesus Christ the whole world could be on fire and I would let a flame touch you, not a single god damn flame." Bryce confessed, kneeling on one knee. His face was so close to yours.
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One Chapter At A Time-Bryce Hall Story
RandomJust a story that was inspired by my friends dream they had so yea:) Hopefully you like it:)
