What's Worth Dying For

Avalon Burge knew why she shouldn't like Gabriel Woods. But she couldn't help herself. It's not like she knew before they became friends, but she'd seen the signs and chose to ignore them. Their types weren't supposed to mix, but something about Gabriel was different. Start reading to find out about the demons and angels in all of us, what happens when they form a forbidden friendship and what they experience when their true natures start to burst through. Please comment your thoughts and some of your own stories! I will read them!! :)

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7. Chapter 6: Three Months

          Joe's hit was hard and true. The force of it whipped Gabriel's head to the side before he crumbled to the ground. Avalon couldn't see his face, for he lay on his side facing away from her. "Gabriel," she shrieked and dropped to the ground beside him. She turned him on his back so she could see him better.  Blood spilled from his nose and covered the lower half of his face and part of his shirt. His eyes fluttered open for a second but then closed again. Avalon didn't know what to do. She looked around frantically and was slightly relieved to see that Joe had disappeared back into the crowd.
          A nice boy with blonde hair that Avalon didn't really know stepped forward to help. He lifted Gabriel's limp form into his arms. "Ummm," he began uncertainly, "Where do you want him?"
          "Uh, outside I guess." So Avalon followed this boy out the backdoor of the gym. He gently propped Gabriel up against the wall.
          "I don't really know if there's anything else I can do..."
          "Thank you," Avalon told him, and then he went back inside. The warm breeze calmed her down slightly and she delicately brushed a strand of Gabriel's hair off his forehead. The boy came outside again, this time with a bunch of napkins.
          "For the blood," he said quietly, handing them to Avalon.
          "What's your name?"
          "Jacob."
          "Thanks again, Jacob." He nodded and left for the last time. He reminded her of Ben. She shook that thought away. Avalon wasn't sure what to do with Gabriel. "Gabriel," she said, shaking him slightly. "Gabriel." He opened his eyes and looked at her with a dazed expression.
          "What..." his voice trailed off as he remembered. Avalon gave him one of the napkins, which he took gladly. He wiped off all the blood on his face and shirt that he could, but his nose was still bleeding.
            "You have to apply pressure," Avalon told him.
            "But it hurts." He grimaced and did it anyway. After his nose stopped bleeding, he started fuming. "I'm going to kill that son of a-"
            "Gabriel, stop." Avalon was worried about what he would do. She knew what happened when Gabriel got mad.
            "He is going to pay for this," he decided, standing up.
            "Gabriel, stop it." Avalon said it louder this time. He turned back to face her.
            "No." Avalon knew this wouldn't end well. Gabriel stormed back into the gym, searching for Joe. Avalon chased after him. Gabriel shoved past everyone in his way, receiving a lot of dirty looks. He didn't seem to notice. When he finally found Joe, he grabbed his collar from behind. "What the hell was that for," Gabriel growled.
          This was all too familiar to Avalon. Joe gave him a lazy smile. "Dude, I'm drunk. No hate, man. What happened to your face?" Gabriel raised his fist and hit Joe squarely on the jaw with a sickening crack. Joe staggered back with a hand to his mouth. Joe took his hand away, saw the blood, and wiped it on his blazer. That seemed to sober him up. Blood trickled from a cut on his lip. "You little..." Joe didn't finish because he was already pouncing on Gabriel, who'd thrown his hands up to protect himself. Gabriel landed on his back with a thud, Joe on top of him. Joe got up and stepped back. Gabriel immediately rolled onto his stomach and covered his head, bracing for impact. Joe reared back and kicked Gabriel in the side, hard. Gabriel let out a muffled cry. Joe kicked again and again.
          "Stop it," Avalon screamed, "Stop!" Joe glanced up at her, kicked Gabriel one last time and walked away. Almost everyone had stopped to stare, but the music was still blaring. Gabriel got up and made a dash for the door, holding his side. Avalon followed. Gabriel kept running until he got to the middle of the parking lot. Then he sat down and put his head in his hands, looking utterly defeated. Avalon caught up to him sat next to him. "Gabriel," she whispered. He glanced up at her with tears falling freely down his face. "It's okay."
          "No, it's not," he said between sobs, "I can't do this anymore, Avalon. I've crossed the line. For God's sake punched him, I punched him. I'm dangerous when I'm mad and I'm only going to get worse." Avalon looked at him with sad eyes.
          "He hit you first."
          "That doesn't make it okay for me to hit him back. I need to end this before someone is seriously hurt. I can't take any chances."
          "Stop it, Gabriel, you don't mean that. I won't let you." Gabriel leaped to his feet and started sprinting away from her. Avalon knew where he was going. His house was only two miles from the school. Avalon knew what he would look for in his house: a knife.
          Avalon ripped off her heels and ran after him as fast as she could. It was the fastest two miles she'd ever ran in her life. Avalon managed to keep Gabriel in her view the whole way back, but he got to his house a full minute before her. Avalon burst through his front door. "Gabriel," she screamed at the top of her lungs. The house was quiet, Gabriel's mom must've went out for dinner and Gabriel's dad died eleven years ago. Avalon bounded into the kitchen, breathing heavily. A drawer was open. That drawer had sharp knives in it. "Gabriel, stop!" She began crying hysterically. She scampered up the stairs. Avalon reached Gabriel's door and was surprised to find it unlocked.  "Gabriel," she sobbed. She practically threw herself out his window and onto the roof. Gabriel was standing dangerously close to the edge, a knife in his hands.
        "Come any closer and I'll slit my throat." The shadows danced across Gabriel's already purpling face.
        "Stop! We'll figure something out and fix this! Put the knife down, Gabriel. Please." Avalon couldn't catch her breath in between her sobs. She took a moment to take a deep breath.
          "What can we do?" Gabriel's voice came as a whisper.
          "I don't know, just give me a chance. Give me three months, Gabriel. That's all I ask." Gabriel released his grip on the knife and let it fall into one of the gutters.
          "Three months, Avalon. That's all I'll give you."
          "Promise you'll wait the three months, no matter what."
          "Fine. Go back inside." Avalon crawled back through the window and flung herself on Gabriel's bed. She just cried, unable to control herself. She heard Gabriel come back through the window and sat down beside her. Avalon had her face buried in his navy blue pillows. Gabriel placed a hand on her back. "Don't cry," he said softly. Avalon sat up and clung to him, not caring when he flinched as she squeezed his side. The smell of the blood on Gabriel's shirt filled her nose, but she hugged him anyway. He hugged back, but not as tight.
          When Avalon finally let go of him, Gabriel exhaled. "That hurt." Within her muddled mess of emotion, Avalon felt betrayal burn inside her.
          "You want to talk about pain? I almost watched my best friend commit suicide! How could you do that to me, Gabriel?" He ran a hand through his hair.
          "I don't want to live this life, Avalon. I know I can't help it, but I hate who I've become. I can't change what's happening to me. But I can change if I continue on this way. You shouldn't have made me stop. It wasn't your choice to make, Avalon. I want things, too." She hadn't thought of it that way. She didn't think about what Gabriel wanted. Maybe she should have.
        "I know I was thinking about myself, but I couldn't let you do that," Avalon said defensively. "If I can't do something in the next three months, I'll let you go, Gabriel. I'll let you leave me."
        "Thank you."
        "I don't want your thanks." Avalon got up abruptly and left the room. She was almost out the door when Gabriel called her name. She turned back to face him. He stood at the top of the stairs.
        "What makes you think this is harder for you than for me?" His face was hard but he looked ready to fall apart.
        "I don't know, Gabriel. I need to go home." Avalon's breath hitched.
        "Avalon," he began.
        "I'm going to go home to think. I'll call you when I have a plan," Avalon said. She continued out the door and closed it behind her. She wiped her face and tried to look presentable, her family was still at her house. She took deep breaths. Avalon walked barefoot to her house, she had thrown her shoes down the second she got to Gabriel's house and had left them there.
          "How was the dance," Mrs. Burge asked when Avalon walked through the front door. Avalon forced a smile.
        "Good, Mom." Avalon got to her room without any more interruptions. She flopped onto her bed and cried herself to sleep.

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