The Innocent (*Part 3* Ch. 4)

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Stitches

“Piper please get out of here!” I begged but Piper would not or possibly could not move.

“Who’s this? Your girlfriend?” Farren taunted with a wicked smile.

“Don’t you even fucking think about it!” I growled at Farren; she lowered farther into her defensive position and sprang at Piper. Piper let out a small scream and put her hands over her head to shield herself, but it wasn’t necessary. I too had sprang into the air the moment Farren’s feet left the ground; we collided mid air and fell with a loud crash to the ground. Farren rolled on top of me and gained the upper hand. She laid 2 hard punches on me before I could block her third punch. I kicked her over my head and she smacked into a brick wall about 15 feet from where Piper stood. It took Farren a moment to regain balance but as soon as she had she took a quick glance at Piper then back to me.

“No!” I shouted; I tackled Piper to the ground just in time before Farren could lay a hand on her.

“Ouch” Piper breathed, she placed her hand on the back of her head then looked at it. It was covered in blood. I didn’t stay on the ground with Piper long; she was hurt and needed to get help but the only way to do that was to take care of this Farren bitch. I picked Farren up by her shirt collar and pushed her up against the wall.

“Who are you working with?!” I shouted at her.

“Working with?” she said deciding to play dumb with me. I slammed her against the wall hoping it would jog her memory.

“Who is with you?” I asked through gritted teeth. Farren just laughed like there was some private joke I was missing. She stopped laughing and smiled at me then drew her head back and slammed it into mine. I dropped my hold on Farren to nurse my head. When I opened my eyes she was gone. “Where’d she go!” I spun around looking in all directions for her until my eyes finally came back around to Piper. “Shit” I cursed under my breath rushing over to her. She was still on the ground holding her head; her eyes started to roll back into her head.

“Hey! Hey! Hey, hey! Stay with me! Look at me!” I said taking her in my arms; she blinked a few times then looked me right in the eye. Those beautiful eyes. She grunted a little in her disoriented state. I needed to get her back to the apartment. I picked her up in my arms easily and ran. Within 7 minutes we were at the apartment door.

“Mom! Dad!” I yelled as I opened the apartment door. They were both there within seconds.

“What happened?” mom asked. Dad came over and took Piper from my arms.

“Danni clear off the table” my dad told my mom carrying Piper to the kitchen table. Aunt Braven was the one to actually push everything off the table for my dad though.

“Lucas, what happened?” my mom asked me again; I couldn’t take my eyes off Pipers unconscious body. Mom took my face in her hands and forced me to look at her. “What. Happened.” She looked right into my eyes.

“Vamp” I said shacking my head back and forth. “I was fighting, then she was there, she was going to attack her, I pushed her, she hit her head, I ran, and… and…” I was trying to put then nights events in order in my head.

“She will be fine, I don’t see any bite marks, I just need to stitch this cut up” my dad said to everyone going to the back room to get the first aid kit. My mom pulled me into her arms and hugged me tightly.

“Mom I’m fine, I promise” I told her as she pulled back to look at me again.

“I still what your father to look at some of these cuts, you may need a few stitches yourself.” She lightly pressed a finger to where Farren had head butt me.

“Ouch! Mom stop!” I pulled away and when to sit in a chair by Piper. My dad was stitching up Pipers head.

“Who was it?” he asked me while still concentrating on his work but his hands were shacking.

“Row let me take it from here” Aunt Braven said taking the needle from him.

“When will she wake up?” I asked dad.

“She has a pretty good concussion but she should be awake anytime now” he said washing his hands. “Alright now you” he said pulling a chair in front of me. He looked at my cuts then cleaned them and readied them for stitches. “Who was it?” he finally asked again.

“It was a girl, my age, maybe a year older. She said her name was Farren. Do you know her?”

“No” he said shacking his head. “Did she say she was with anyone?”

“I don’t know, I was trying to get it out of her but she got away. I don’t get it, she just ran.”

“I doesn’t really matter why she ran, what’s more important is who she is running too.” He said finishing up my stitches.