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With the space between them now, I see beyond Aaron and Brooklyn to find another guy and girl several feet away from them. I can’t make out the girl’s face because it’s cast in shadow, but she’s down on her butt, leaning against the lockers. The guy, who I recognize as Dillon, has one of his hands wrapped in the girl’s hair, angling her head as he smears the head of dick across her closed lips.
Something isn’t right about the situation. The girl’s body is too limp to know what’s happening to her. It only takes me seconds to figure out she’s not even conscious. When Dillon forcefully pulls the girl’s head back by her hair and presses his dick against her mouth, applying pressure, I get a glimpse of her face and lose my shit. All reason falls away and white-hot rage slams into me.
A roaring fills my ears as I dart forward. Brooklyn gets shoved against the locker and Aaron trips over the bench, landing on his ass. Too involved with his actions, Dillon has no clue they’ve all been interrupted until Brooklyn’s yelp pierces the air.
It’s too late though. I’m on him before he gets a chance to really recognize the hell that’s coming for him.
I lock my fingers around his throat, squeezing tight, and yank him away from Luna. My fist connects with his nose and blood gushes out. It’s both a blessing and a curse when he instantly falls limp in my grip. I want to deliver the worst kind of punishment. To rip his heart from his body and squash it beneath my boot. To slice his dick off and force it down the bastard’s throat.
But since he’s out cold, and no longer a threat, there’s something I need to do more.
With my heart pounding erratically and my stomach twisted into knots, I turn to Luna, who’s now slumped on her side on the floor. Her hair covers her face, and for a moment, fear freezes my limbs. Seeing the rise and fall of her chest, has me moving toward her. I gently brush away the hair from her face, and rage hits me again when I see a trail of blood on her chin leading from her mouth.
“What in the fuck did he do to her?” I growl at Aaron and Brooklyn. Brooklyn looks frantic as she sloppily puts on her clothes. Aaron appears ready to shit himself. I have no doubt the look on my face would scare even the bravest of people.
“H-hit her,” Brooklyn sputters out.
As soon as the words leave her lips, Aaron grabs her hand and jerks her toward the door.
I look back down at Luna. Even in an unconscious state, the expression on her face is painful.
“Fuck, Luna,” I whisper, my heart cracking down the center. “I’m so goddamn sorry.”
I glare at the still slumped body of Dillon, wishing so damn much I had time to give him exactly what he deserves. The only thing keeping me from doing just that is my need to take care of Luna. Had I shown up a few minutes later, there’s no telling what I would have walked in on.
With gentle movements, I slip my arms under Luna’s knees and shoulders and gingerly pick her up. It scares the fuck out of me how light and limp she is in my arms.
I stalk out of the row of lockers and head toward the door. I don’t know how hard Dillon hit her and what damage he did, but I need to get her to the hospital so they can look her over.
A soft moan hits my ears as I push through the doors of the school, and I look down, seeing Luna’s eyes crack open.
“August?”
Hearing my name leave her lips has my steps faltering.
“Luna.” My voice cracks.
“Wh-what happened?” Her brows knit and she reaches up to touch her mouth. “My jaw hurts.” As soon as the words leave her mouth, her eyes widen and she stiffens in my arms. “Dillon,” she whispers the hated name. “And Brooklyn and Aaron.”
“Brooklyn and Aaron are gone,” I grind out between my teeth. “Dillon is still knocked out in the locker room. I’m taking you to the hospital, then I’m calling the police.”
I look down at her, only to see her staring off into space somewhere over my shoulder. I stop at the passenger door of my truck, and finagle the door open without putting her down. She’s quiet as I set her down in the seat. My whole body vibrates with pent up anger as I walk around to the driver’s side.
I get in, but her calling my name stops me from starting it. Gripping the steering wheel to keep my hands from reaching for her, I look over.
“Take me home, please,” she says quietly.
“Luna, I need to take you to the hospital to have you looked at.”
She shakes her head, but then winces. “I want to go home. It’s only my jaw that hurts. I’ll be fine in a day or two.”
I slam my teeth together, wanting to argue, but in the end, I don’t. She reaches across the middle console, resting her hand on the bunched muscles in my forearm.
“I’m okay. I promise.”
Her reassurance does nothing to alleviate my worry. I fight tooth and nail to keep from checking her over myself. I’ve got no right to do that. Her parents will take care of her.
Releasing one hand from the steering wheel, I bring it up and roughly rake my fingers through my hair. She drops her hand from my other arm, letting it fall back to her lap.
