Hey everyone!!

So...it's time for some fûcking violence. [oops I just cursed out of character ]

For some reason Wattpad isn't letting me put in any headline media so no song :(

Any suggestions on who could play Kelsey and her brothers? [appropriate age please, not some 26 year old man and woman :)]

On with the chapter...

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"I swear to god if you weren't a fücking girl I'd kill you already!" Blade spat through his gritted teeth with Kelsey pinned to the wall. His fists were bunch up at the collar of her shirt so tight his knuckles turned white.

I hide my face into Cassidy's torso as he had his arms wrapped around me. There was too much shouting.

Haha, weak little girl, you're a pathetic excuse for a human.

"I prefer the term woman, Blade." She laughs wickedly.

"You're no woman, no 'woman' would bring another down to make themselves feel better. You're disgusting-revolting actually."

"Go on, Blade, hit me. I know you want to. Hit me. HIT ME!" Her menacing laugh made him angrier. With the amount of shouting going on, people were starting to form a circle around them.

"Maybe I should, HUH! Your brothers wouldn't even care if I did. But you know what? I have human decency. I wouldn't hit someone who is as weak as you are." He spat and released her from his own grasp.

"Seriously Blade? I wanted violence not a petty standoff. If you won't hit her I will." Aspen storms over to Kelsey and pushes her head down to her knee multiple times until I hear a cracking sound.

"Cassidy, take her away from this." Diego voice was filled with disgust while Luca looked like he was enjoying the performance.

"Who knew Aspen was so hot?" Luca's eyes were wide and staring at her with a wide smile on his lips.

Just before Cassidy takes me away from the drama I hear her brothers speaking.

"Dude go sort them out you can't let her do that!" I think it was Josh's voice who sounded so concerned.

"She deserves it, bro, you want to stop it go handle it yourself I'm out of here." The next thing I know Jayden is by Cassidy's side doing the 'side bro hug' thing they do.

Is it like a routine? Do they have to learn it every time they make friends? Was it like a dance? It seemed very complicated for me.

"You aren't stopping her?" Cassidy sounds surprised.

"No, it's not my argument. She was wrong to do that. If anything she deserves what she gets but I've told her a thousand times to not get me in her drama but she never listens."

My tears hadn't stopped; they were just choked cries and sobs. Basically I was just hiccuping all the time.

"C'mon we need to go to lunch." Cassidy says before picking up his pace while holding my hand. I feel so embarrassed, he's treating me like I'm weak; he treating me like I'm a baby and I'm so ashamed of it.

When we arrive in the canteen it was almost empty because everyone was watching the mishap with Blade, Aspen and Kelsey.

It didn't stop people from staring though.

"Sit down, Em." Cassidy guides me over to his usual table that was currently empty.

"Are you okay?" Jayden's voice was fused with concern, it was surprising because he was standing up for me more than someone who was part of his own blood.

Bringing my fists to my eyes, I wipe away the fresh, hot tears while nodding. This was so humiliating, I was crying in school; I was open for everyone to mock me. Tip- never cry in secondary school.

"You want food? Cassidy can go buy you some?" Jayden comforts me by holding my hand, I didn't like this. He was treating me like a baby, I looked defeated.

I shake my head no and watch as Jayden stands up and walks away from the table.

"You want a hug?" Cassidy welcomes me in open arms, without hesitation I move over seats and accept his hug. They always made me feel better.

"Don't be upset...okay? There's no need to be upset. I've seen the video and Kelsey made it look like something it wasn't."

"B-but it is w-what it looks like. I h-hurt you." I howled my eyes out, it was like a waterfall, no end to it. Swallowing the gigantic lump in my throat only made it more painful to keep my waters in.

"No, no, no you didn't. Don't you think I'd be crying if you hurt me? Don't be a silly duck, the only thing that could ever hurt me is knowing that you were feeling bad for something you had no control over. Stop crying." He cackles trying to lift the mood, it work for a second until I shedded more bitter tears.

"You aśshole!"

I think it was Diego's voice that screeched fiercely.

"Oh shut the fûck up, Diego. You deserved it!" Watching in action as Blade pushes Diego to the floor while Diego throws potent punches.

"I got you a...sandwich," Jayden returns to the table with multiple meals in his hand. He was looking over in the distance at my brothers.

Once Diego gets up from the floor he wrenches Blade by the shirt pushing he over someone's dinner table. I'm so baffled, what was going on?!

"Why're they fighting, Cass?" My voice escapes sounding so worried.

Blade retaliates with throwing punches to Diego's ribs and face but it doesn't stop Diego, with all his force he bring both of them down to the ground so Diego is on top of Blade standing him drilling his fist into his face. Diego's fist thunders down onto Blade's face while Blade writhed under him.

"Get off of me!!" Blade's voice tears through the canteen.

"Cassidy stop them!!" I whimper and tug on his arm.

"I can't do anything?! They're grown men, I'm not going to stop them."

"Please!!" I beg.

"For fuçks sake," Cassidy bolts up in his seat and rushes over to the boys battling on the ground.

"Blade! He's younger than you!" Cassidy shouts into his ear trying to pull him back to reality.

No one was listening, Blade continuously dragged Diego across the floor despite his protests to of surrender.

His fist still formed aiming directly at Diego's eye, blood gushed from his nose and lips as he groaned in pain.

Blade on the other hand seemed to be a lot stronger but his lips were all bloody, I could see it on his pearly white teeth and his shirt. His knuckles were curled into bloody fists while the other was wrapped securely around Diego's collar.

Blade threw three more punches at his face before pulling his head under his arm putting him in the head lock until Blade was pulled back by his shirt.

"WHAT'S GOING ON!?" A teacher who I hadn't seen before pulls them apart making them stagger back.

"BLADE RUSSO COME WITH ME!! CASSIDY MONROE! TAKE HIM TO GET PATCHED UP!" The teacher's shouts silenced the cheers of the crowd.

"Jayden why're they f-fighting?" My voice anxious and fretted.

"It's okay," he sympathises with a hand rubbing my back. My eyes brimmed with piping hot tears but I didn't let them fall.

What did I do this time?!

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Currently I was hiding in my seat as much as I could in the entrance office; Blade was sat next to me with his bloody hands covering his face. His elbows were rested on his knees which were currently bouncing up and down at a rapid pace.

The only sounds that could be heard were my heavy breathing and the multiple clocks on the wall ticking away.

"Can you STOP breathing?!" Blade snapped quicker than crocodile.

"I-I have to breathe if I-I want to l-live." It wasn't the time for my sarcastic remarks, I was going to push him over the edge.

"BREATHE QUIETER!" He faces me with his jaw locked in place, I could see his swollen bottom lip and purple looking eye, I knew the colour would darken by tomorrow.

"Are...are your hands okay? I mean they look pretty beat up." I try and swerve the conversation onto something else but he just returns it with the middle finger pushed in my face.

Jeez, sorry dude I'm so curious about how you're doing because it looks like you just got put through a meat grinder.

"I-I'm sorry," I drift back into silence and pull my slim legs up to my chest not caring about my shoes dirtying the leather seats in the office.

It smelled like a dentist in here, too many plants that looked taller then me crowded the corners of the office. Decorative art of the year eleven students were protected by the plastic shield; this art was incredible, impeccable technique.

We had to wait for someone to pick us up, they wouldn't tell us who it was but we had to wait. Blade and Diego had been excluded for violence for two weeks while me and Luca just had to be sent home for the day. He was currently sat on the toilet I quote: 'getting rid of last night's dinner.'

The thought made me queasy.

Kelsey?! She got nothing. Let me repeat-nothing! She was the 'victim' in all of this but I should really just forget about her. There was nothing I could do now.

The click and slam of a door directs my attention to the familiar red head girl storming out of the Principal's office with her red lipstick smudged all over her face and shirt ripped to pieces. Did she just...did something illegal just happen?!

That teacher is going away for a long time, I need to stop with these assumptions. But I couldn't help it... my mind has no control. It drifts of into some crazy wonderland most of the time and unfortunately they don't have a leash for my brain at the pet store.

"Aspen?" Blade's eyes drift over to her as she ascended towards us.

"That bïtch tore my shirt." Aspen doesn't even greet us, she just sounds like she was in a bad mood. Understandable, I was the one her made her angry.

"Yeah... I can see that," Blade sighs and pulls the red bra strap up from her body letting it snap back at her skin.

"Ow! Don't do that. It hurts," she pushes his hand away for her shoulder and slumps down in the seat opposite us.

"How long?"

"Two weeks." Aspen replies in a bored tone while picking at her crimson red nails. She really had a thing for red, it suits her aura.

I'm saying this like I know what the fück an aura is, I ain't no psychic reader, I don't know how to do any of that wizardry. I'm not Hermione fùcking Granger.

"Dang you poopy heads look exhausted," Luca finally enters the room with a bottle of Pepsi in his hands. You're crazy, sprite is the way to go.

"Yeah no shît, doofus." Blade snaps at him.

"Aspen Hansen, in the car...now!" A short, red haired woman- mid forties stands proud in front of us with a stern expression on her face.

"See you later, slut."

Just before she leave she slaps Blade on the back of the head and pulls his hair up to make his eyes meet her's.

"I said 'I'll see you later, slut,'" she smirks before walking out of the office waiting area with her mother following behind.

So here we are waiting again... in boredom waiting for any sign of entertainment left in this boring world full of boring people. The world is seriously messed up right now.

People seriously think it's cute to be racist and homophobic? Haha it's not, it's the exact opposite actually.

There are many things I will stand up for but I will not stand up for homophobes, xenophobes, transphobes, colourists, racists and misogynists. Basically anything that is unsupportive of any cultures or communities. If I ever hear someone being racist etc, I will slaughter you to the ground and that is a promise I will keep.

I don't have to be apart of any of these communities to support them, I will always support people who choose to be different. Different is beautiful.

Back to what I said about entertainment, Luca found interest in taking a gulp of his drink and spitting it back into the bottle to watch the reaction it made.

One word: gross.

"Get up!" It was a surprise to see Axel standing in front of us right now. I was so caught up in my thoughts I hadn't seen his enormous body block out the light.

Before anyone could even reply, Blade was pulled from his seat and pushed out of the office door with Luca and I shortly behind.

"Get in the car! I'm getting Diego!" Axel unlocks the car letting us in before returning to the office.

Luca beats Blade to the passenger seat so we both had to settle for the back.

"Get in the car, Diego!" With so much force, Axel pulls the door open shoving him inside next to me leaving me in the centre of the full car.

"Axel let me out! I need to get my car!"

"Tough luck, you dîck. You can get it tomorrow."

Axel starts the engine bringing the car to life and speeds out of the car park. We were trapped in silence, just the occasional grunt escaping Diego's mouth.

I wanted to make them feel better, but if I comfort one of them I will feel like I was betraying the other person.

You're the person who caused all of this, make sure you suffer the same pain these boys are feeling.

Bringing my hand down, I try to cup Diego's hand and soothe the pain but he jerks back and pushes my body away from him over to Blade's side.

"Ow!" Blade hisses and nudges me away with his elbow back into the centre of the seats.

"What do you guys want me to do?! I'm sorry!" My voices breaks apart into different tones.

When no one responds I just blink back the tears and swallow the ball that's stuck in my throat.

I was exhausted; my entire brain was worn out and my body was just giving up, so much adrenaline has pumped through my veins so that now I'm just physically and mentally exhausted.

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"Em," I felt a sharp nudge at my ribs.

"Em," the same voice repeated in a sterner, sharp tone making me open my sore eyes. I've been crying that much today that my eyes would burn like acid had been poured over them.

Looking around I can see that my head was rested on Blade's tensed shoulder while my arms were glued tightly to his torso.

"Sorry," I croak out.

He doesn't answer he just opens the door with my hand in his pulling me out. I was being lazy but I just didn't want to move.

"You can let go of my hand now."

"No I'm fine." I make sure to swing our conjoined hands back and forth at an impeccable speed.

Just looking down at his hands I was feeling more pressure on myself to do something nice. His knuckles were a luminous red with dry crispy blood all over them. I'm not sure if the blood belonged to him but I feel like I caused this entire fiasco.

"Why did you fight him?" I inquire in a shaky voice.

No answer.

"Are you mad at me?"

No answer.

"Are you hurt?"

No answer.

"Do... do you hate me?" My voice was more softer this time and lighter.

He stops walking and sighs, the next thing I know he's kneeling in front of me with a somber smile tugging at his mouth.

"I don't hate you, Em. I'm just angry-

"At me?" I interrupt his speech.

"No, no, no, not at you. I'm angry with myself. I'm trying, I really am trying. But every time I try I fail- continuously." Trying for what? A baby?

"But I'm not angry at you, okay. Now stop crying and start smiling like the cheeky girl you are." He pulls my cheeks and slaps them lightly a few times.

"I prefer the term woman," I recall what Kelsey said earlier as way to joke about it.

"There you go, you're smiling." Blade shows me his dimples and white teeth.

"Are you gonna be in trouble?"

"When aren't I in trouble? It's fine though. I'm sure Alessandro will swoop in and save me." He chortles.

"Why did you hit, Diego?"

"He got in my way and I lost my temper. I'm sorry you had to see that, it was very irresponsible-

"BLADE GET YOUR ÀSS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Axel's voice roars. We were stood near the fountain and we could here his voice loud enough, imagine it from a mile away.

Blade jogs over to the door where Axel is waiting impatiently, as quick as lightning, Blade is snatched by the collar of his blooded shirt and into the house.

Running as fast as I can, I chase after them and follow the deep shouts of Axel, this was the first time I had ever seen him this mad. Sure I've seen him furious before but not like this.

"Axel please don't hurt him." I tug on his arm.

"Please, Axel don't hurt him." I plead again, he helped me and I must try and help him. It's the least I could do to help him.

"Please," this time his eyes dart to me and immediately soften and become a brighter colour. Edward Cullen?

He lets him go and pushes Blade to the ground by his strong hands. When Blade doesn't move I become worried. Did he already kill him? Did he drug him?

I relax when I see Blade stretch his arms out on the cold, tiled floor.

"Whew. You're not dead." I take deep breaths in and out placing a freezing hand on my chest.

"No, I'm just staying here for a moment. You can leave." Looking down at him, he has his arms and legs spread out like a star with his eyes tightly shut. Hair cascades over his forehead.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"You should be asking Diego that, not me." His snorts with his lips tugged into a small smile, almost like he was satisfied with Diego's damage.

"Did you want him to get hurt?"

"I'm not going to lie, I love seeing people in pain, it makes me happy. Just looking at their faces as they suffer."

That's dark, darker than the Pacific Ocean.

"I really hope you're lying right now because you're scaring me." He was making me anxious, what if he would enjoy hurting me?

"Relax, I'm not a sociopath."

"You sure sound like one." I said nervously. His eyes are now staring into my soul and the infamous smirk played with his mouth.

"You're creeping me out, stop it."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes, you're scaring me. Stop it. Stop it now." I demand strictly.

"Good, be scared. Never let your guard down and never trust anyone. They'll stab you in the back with any chance they get." This was great and bad advice at the same time- I struggle enough to let new people in and now I'm feeling frightened that these 'new' people are going to hurt me now.

"So did you enjoy it? Seeing him in pain?" I echo the first time I asked this.

"Essentially yes."

"Either way I know when to admit I was wrong but it doesn't take away my enjoyment of this situation. I'll admit, I went too far on him but at least I can say I enjoyed it. He got in the way."

"That's no reason to hurt someone..."

"Yes it is, he tried to stop Aspen going all out on the bîtch so I pulled him back. He didn't like that and tried to punch me." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So he didn't want conflict? You hit him for trying to keep peace?" He was confusing me, isn't it a good thing trying to stop them fighting.

"There's no love without war, also if you heard the things she said about you, you wouldn't be saying this shît to me."

"You still shouldn't have hurt him, it's wrong." I speak with an innocent tone.

"If you look at it from an outsider's perspective, Diego was essentially standing up for Kelsey, sure that might not have been his intentions but he shouldn't get in the middle of a war. As for punching me? He got what he deserved, even if it meant putting him in agonising pain." His voice leaked of satisfaction.