How to say "I love you" [12]

I was a bit confused. The voice sounded different. As I turned to see who it was, my eyes had to adjust. My first thought that it was Antonio. It was fitting, I suppose. But it wasn't.

It was my big brother.

And did he look pissed.

His eyes looked a bit like they were on fire, and looking into them was impossible. My heart gave a jolt as he scowled. This didn't look like my brother, at all! "Don't touch her." Spencer's voice shook the ground, the whole world. Adam didn't let go. His hand was clutching mine, and as I looked toward him, they both shared the same look.

It all happened so quickly. Spencer started shouting as loud as he could toward Adam, and Adam just stayed quiet. I was out of the way, but I had landed on a rock and it tore my skin. No matter how bad it hurt, all I could do was watch Adam and Spencer...kill each other. My brother's face was not familar. Neither was Adam's. Nothing seemed to be in this world. Adam was larger than Spencer, so he could just throw his arm in his face and it would take him down, but Spencer was a fighter.

I felt something hit my cheek. Rain, I thought. I went to touch it, and a warm feeling enveloped my finger.

Blood.

Now, I wasn't a hemophob or anything like that, but what would you do if the two people in the world that seemed to make the most difference, suddenly started beating each other up? What would you do if someone's blood...landed on your cheek?

Scream. Right?

"GOD DAMN IT! PLEASE STOP!" Nothing. They both kept going. Fists flew, and skin tore. I didn't expect anything to happen. But inside I was scared. What would happen if I couldn't stop them? My head hurt like hell, and I prayed to God. I prayed to anyone that was up there. "Stop...Stop..."

"Delena! DELENA!" Someone was calling my name. But this time, instead of the frightening voice I had never heard, it was warm and different. "DELENA! HE'S A DRUG ADDICT! HE'S BEEN LYING TO YOU!"

"Spencer..." I looked up, seeing him being punched repeatedly. His face full of bruises, and it hurt. It hurt me to see him so helpless. His shirt was torn in some places. My heart was tearing in some places. I didn't want to look at Adam. Suddenly, I was hating him. Hating him for doing this to my brother!

The words "drug addict" didn't hit me until Adam denyed it. "I'm NO DRUG ADDICT DELENA! DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!"

Drug addict.

My boyfriend. A drug addict?

Yes. I was in love, with the drug addict.