E P I G R A P H

❝She was pure chaos with a touch of disaster and god damn did I love drama.❞

☾ twenty six | possessive ☽

Holt's POV

I ALWAYS THOUGHT that I knew what it felt like to be in a state of shock.

It's that dreadful feeling you feeling in the pit of your stomach. When it twists, forming a large knot filled with angst and fear. It's when your heart practically bursts out of your ribcage and it feels like you're stuck in a real-life nightmare. Like you're experiencing dream paralysis and there is nothing you can do by stay in the same spot and watch everything play out in front of you, literally.

I have experienced it many times.

One being when my brother died right in front of my own eyes, or when I saw Halo the first time.

But every experience differentiates between each other. This experience feels like I've just seen a ghost.

The experience that I am talking about is the exact moment that Halo storm was hoisted up into the air. She looked at me with such a proud smile, I just wanted to walk over there, put my arms out and let her jump right into them.

I just wanted to grab that fucking perfect face of hers and kiss her with everything within me.

But I didn't. I stood on the sidelines and watched, just like everyone else. And within a split second, I suddenly couldn't see her anymore, she wasn't up there smiling, instead she was face down on the grass, howling in pain as she landed on her arm.

It's a human instinct, to stay still as you analyze the situation. But I couldn't, I heard those painful sounds coming from her mouth and it felt as though I had just stepped through a time warp, three years back when my brother passed, when she clung to my body.

That was the first time I experienced someone experiencing heartbreak. True and genuine, painful, heart-shattering heart break.

And this, this was the first time I experienced someone falling from a two-meter height, landing straight on their arm.

I ran over to her faster than light. I couldn't see clearly, I couldn't hear anymore, other than the rapid beating of my heart in my chest.

Before I knew it, I was kneeled down next to her. She had rolled over at this point, I saw her arm resting on her chest, it was inflamed and bruised. The immediate bruising was enough for me to be able to tell that it was definitely broke.

"It hurts." She groaned.

I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth, placing my hand on her cheek, "It's okay, angel." I hushed.

Halo shook her head, her eyes closed, "H-Holt, get help please." she begged me.

I looked behind me, seeing her pathetic excuse of a cheer team watching in horror, though none of them bothered to get help, they all just whispered and watched like she was a monster, there for pure entertainment.

My angel is not a monster. She's in fucking pain.

"Stop fucking staring and get some help." I barked.

They all jumped in fright before rushing off, though I'm sure a by-stander already alerted the medics, but that's besides the point. Some team they are.

I knew I should have come to the game. Usually I don't, but I had a bad feeling and though that's almost a permanent emotion I experience, this time it was elevated.

If I wasn't here right now, everyone would just be watching as she laid there.

"Halo, are you okay!" I heard the familiar voice of my worst enemy.

Zayden fucking Brooks.

When will he learn to leave Halo the fuck alone?

I stood up, turning to face him as he jogged over, sending him a death glare.

"Back off, man." I warned him.

He scoffed, ignoring me before walking over to her.

I growled, clenching my jaw as my eyes darted to Halo, who was trying to sit up.

She elated her chest, wincing as her arm ached.

"Here, let me help." Zayden said softly, kneeling down before placing his hand on her upper back as she sat up, still holding her pained arm to her chest.

My veins filled with rage as my hands balled into fists, "Don't fucking touch her."

Zayden looked up at me. He looked calm, but I know that it was just a façade, so that I look like the psychotic one. He's psychotic, he's manipulative and I've never liked him, and it's not just because he is the ex-boyfriend of Halo. He's a cunt and I'd gladly kill him if I had the chance.

He's lucky I don't have the chance. I know that Halo would never forgive me if I did that, I know that she hates him as well, but she's too nice to show it.

"I'm just seeing if she's okay." he told me as he stood back up.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "Well clearly she's not, and you being here really isn't helping."

Halo looked up at me with a pleading expression, as if to say 'please, not now' those fucking doe eyes get me every time, it's like a pleading child or a dog begging for a treat, you can't resist.

Fortunately, before I could say anything further, or he could, an older man followed by a group of medics appeared.

"Can you stand up sweetie?" the middle-aged man asked.

I screwed my face up, "Who the fuck are you?" I asked possessively.

I wasn't trying to be a dick but she's in pain and all this commotion is stressing me out. I wish I could just lift her up, take her home and take care of her myself.

But, unfortunately that's not the way the world works, there is always something in the way of what you want. I guess that's why I am obsessed with literature, so I can create my own ending.

"I'm her father." he said in shock, "Who are you?"

Shit.

I couldn't tell. . .I mean I can now, but I couldn't before. The resemblance is clear now, the darker complexion and hazel eyes as well as the hair.

My eyes widened, "Shit. . .I'm uh—"

"Dad, I can't stand up." she butted in, saving my stupid ass.

Without a second though, I bent down, securing one arm under her back and the other under the crevasse of her legs, gently lifting her up, holding her petite frame to my chest.

She squealed, "What're you doing?" Halo asked in shock, holding her arm in place with her other hand.

"You can't walk. . ." I stated the obvious.

She scoffed, looking over to her dad, her deep eyes holding a lot of severe pain and slight embarrassment. Probably because the guy that just swore at her dad, was now holding her.

Fortunately, Mr Storm didn't tell me to put her down, instead he instructed me to walk over to the ambulance, several meters, where medics were rushing around.

I swear everyone in this town is completely useless.

As I neared the ambulance, they pulled the stretcher out, the wheels extending beneath.

"Place her down, gently." a woman told me.

I laid her down ever so gently, as though the slightest incorrect movement would shatter her like a broken glass.

She pouted as I laid her down completely.

"What's wrong?" I furrowed my eyebrows, my hands lingering on her body.

She smiled softly, "Your chest was warm."

I chuckled softly, "You're a bit strange."

"I know." she laughed.

She truly is the most unique girl I've ever met. She isn't afraid to be her true self, she's honest, open and she tells you how it is. She doesn't sugar coat it, I'm assuming she got that from her mother.

She's a lot like her niece.

Before she could be completely wheeled away, I swallowed all my pride, leaning down before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"You'll be okay." I reassured her.

She nodded, "I know, it's just a little broken."

I snorted, "Yeah, just a little."

After that she was wheeled carefully into the back of the ambulance, her dad hopped in and they drove off.

I can't believe that she worked so hard on a routine, that she didn't even get to finish. She's going to miss the entire game and the team is going to have to figure out how to proceed with the routine on their own.

How did that even happen? How the fuck did she just fall?

"I swear if you had any fucking part of this, I'll kill you." I turned around, facing Zayden.

He raised an eyebrow, "I wasn't even there?"

I shook my head, laughing, "You weren't, but your bitch was."

Zayden snorted, "Alix?"

I nodded.

"She wouldn't go to the extent of breaking Halo's arm."

I laughed, "But she'd go to the extent of stealing both of Halo's boyfriends." I spat, "I think she's obsessed with her. When you're obsessed with someone, you're capable of anything."

He should have personal knowledge of that.

"What do you mean both?" he questioned.

My eyes widened. Fuck.

I shook my head, "Don't worry."

I walked away from Zayden and headed straight to the parking lot. I didn't come to watch the game in the first place. There is no way I am staying, especially now that Halo isn't here, it's pointless.

I opened the door of my car, sliding into the driver's seat, putting my keys in the ignition before reversing out of the parking lot and zooming down the street.

As I drove vastly, my mind travelled a million different ways.

Is she okay?

I hope she isn't scared. She won't be, I reassured myself. I've never once seen the slightest ounce of fear beyond those mesmerizing orbs of hers. She is completely fearless.

Even just then, when she laid on the grass in pain, other than the howling, she was relatively calm. Not a single tear was shed, she didn't sob or cry, despite how much pain she was in.

She's so fucking strong. . .I don't know how she does it.

Hopefully she doesn't have to get surgery, because I know a broken arm when I see one, and that was definitely it.

I don't think she'll have too, though she landed on it from a height, it wasn't bent or twisted, it probably just shifted one of her bones out of place when she landed on it, she should only need a sling on for a few weeks and it'll be back to normal.

I'd know, I broke so many different parts of my body when I was younger, I was practically the clumsiest child in my grade, it felt like every week I was getting sent home for some type of injury.

It got to the point where my mother would laugh. She always claimed I got my ungracefulness from her.

I wish she'd laugh at me now. . .she can barely stand to look at me anymore.

Everyone looks at me like I am a monster. Just because my brother died and I remained, does not mean I am any less human. It just feeds that voice in the back of my head that claims it should have been me not him.

I'm sure if Everest was still here and not me, everything would be normal. He won awards, he was popular and he had a future, a purpose. All of that was ripped away from him in an instant.

What am I good for? Other than killing my lungs with smoke and destroying everything around me, I am completely good for nothing, just a mere waste of space.

It's so shit, how someone with a normal life can be taken away so soon without any warning. You could die any minute and have no idea. Everest did some sick shit, but at the end of the day, he was just a normal teenager, he was--is my brother. He never got to say goodbye, it'd suck dying and not being able to say your farewell to any of your loved ones.

It wasn't his fault. It was the stupid imbecile behind the wheel of that speeding car whom was at fault.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard sirens, the familiar red and blue lights flashing through my windows.

I looked in my rear-view mirror, noticing a police car trailing closely behind me, their sirens loud and obnoxious.

Great, now I have to explain to an officer why I was speeding twenty miles over the speed limit.

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