*this chapter contains violence (not a lot cus i hate writing it lol)*

Elijah's POV

Once Carter fell asleep in his arms, Eli slowly detached her arms away from him, moving away from the bed slowly and climbing out. 

He put his hoodie back on and his face turned back into his resting bitch face.

All he wanted to do was hold her, but he had something else that needed to be done. He left the room quietly, shutting the door behind him. 

To his surprise, Della was still there, lounging on the couch with May.

He could hear the shower and assumed Porter was in there. 

Della's head perked up as he came out, "figured things out?"

"I'm a dumbass," was all he said.

"You are," she nodded. "Now come tell me why."

After Eli had explained everything to her, she spoke.

"Wow. So all of that whining and bitching could have been solved with a mature conversation?" 

"Yeah," he was ashamed.

"So now you're gonna go do what? Throw hands with Ryder?"

"Pretty much."

"She's gonna hate you, you know."

"I know," he said. "But Della, he hit her. You know I can't let that slide."

She nodded thoughtfully, "I get it. I'm just not sure if she will."

He shrugged, "I have no choice."

*******

One text to a few acquaintances asking where Ryder lived and now he was standing outside of Ryder's place. 

Eli knocked and was hit with deja vu when a shirtless Ryder greeted him at the door.

Eli did not even hesitate before he swung, punching Ryder right in the face as he stumbled back into his house. 

"What the fuck?" He yelled, "Who are you?"

Eli cowered over him, his anger simmering below the surface. 

"I know what you did."

Ryder backed away from Eli.

"I have no idea what you are talking about! Get out of here man," he was covering his face where Eli hit him.

Eli said nothing, lifting his arm and showing him the blue scrunchie on his wrist. Carter's scrunchie.

Ryder's face paled as realization dawned on him. 

"Yeah. You better start fucking apologizing," Eli said.

"Hey man, try to see things from my point of view alright?" He rationalized with Eli like a little bitch.

"I can't get my head that far up my ass," Eli said, his fists clenched.

"Come on bro. You know how girls are now! I just wanted a piece and she wouldn't put out."

Eli decked him across the face again, relishing in the cry Ryder let out.

"She doesn't want your disgusting hands on her," he sneered. 

Ryder tried to fight back then, but Eli easily overpowered him, using his fists in a way he didn't want to until he remembered Carter's tears.

When he was finished, Ryder was apologizing and snivelling at his feet.

Eli told him exactly what he had to do.

"I won't tell anyone about this, and I'll never touch another woman again, and I'll apologize to Carter, I swear, just please leave," he grovelled

"Good. If you ever lay your grimy hands on Carter again, I will break your minuscule fucking skull and hang it up in my living room."

Eli walked out of there with satisfaction.

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