Mrs. Hannah had taken the attendance, but Paris was still not here. Weird. She said that she'd come after getting her books. I excused myself, as if I was going to the bathroom, and walked towards the locker hall. She wasn't there. I sent waves to the guys, signaling them to come here.
Hey guys. I think something's wrong with Paris. She didn't come to class and she isn't in the locker hall.
I waited, then one by one, the boys came. Taemin seemed pale, which I could understand. Paris was his lover, no wonder he feels afraid. We all agreed to check outside. As we walked out, we heard a male's voice, and grunts of pain. Key gasped. 'Paris!' He yelped silently. Our eyes grew wide, and Taemin literally glitched to the area, us following. What we witnessed was the most cruel scene we have seen so far. Drake, that dumbass idiot, was beating up our poor Paris, who had her hands tied back and her eyes blindfolded.
Onew's voice shouted. I wanted to look, but I was fucking blindfolded. Drake stopped kicking me, and I felt weak, despite him stopping. I heard footsteps, and an angry Taemin yelling. 'What the fuck is wrong with you, man?' I heard Drake laugh, his Adam's apple probably bobbing.
'What'cha gonna do 'bout it huh?' He taunted. I heard more heavy footsteps, and a growl. 'Want me to beat you're fucking ass, Drake?' Minho's voice sounded. Drake said nothing, when a grunt and a punch came to my ears. I heard them fighting, when I felt a presence above me. 'Baby, it's alright. The boys are dealing with Drake.' Taemin's soft, yet desperate voice soothed. He gently removed the tape, allowing me to speak. 'Taemin....' I gasped, feeling extremely hurt and bruised. Taemin untied the blindfold, and I opened my eyes. Luckily, we were in the back. Plenty of shade so I wouldn't burn my eyes.
Taemin was bent over me, his eyes filled with worry. I felt my sides ache, and my stomach was probably filled with dark purple bruises. I tried not to groan in pain, but no such luck. Taemin quickly came in closer, his face inches from mine. 'Baby, where does it hurt?' He asked, his voice deep with fear. I looked down at my torso, then back at Taemin. He understood, then commanded me to wrap my arms around him. I did so, pain shooting up my body. He placed one arm under my legs and one on my lower back, picking me up bridal style. Drake was on the floor, blood spilling out of his mouth, his face badly bruised and cut. Minho was on top of him, holding Drake in a menacing choke. 'What did I tell you, mother fucker? What the fuck did I tell you?' He yelled. Jesus. He can be seriously scary sometimes. Ok, scary is an understatement. He can be fucking terrifying. At least my butt got saved. Whoop Di Doop!
A/N: Yay! New chapter's out! So I have a little message for those of you who are willing to read.
I have been having a problem the past few weeks, since someone extremely important to me is leaving for Canada and isn't coming back. I was crying for a long time, think thoughts like I'll never see that person again. But actually, that was just me being dumb. My four best friends helped me see that. I feel a bit better, though I'm still freaking upset! But, I would like to thank my best friends, Lamiya, Noor, Ruqaya, and Naela. Thx guys! Ur the best!