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Minho

He loved that Emily was trying. She stayed close to his side, but she was slowly relaxing, despite her environment. He thought Emily was done after she was shoved into the pool, but now she had slipped Sonya's jacket off and snacked her arms around his shoulders.

His heart fluttered. She was amazing and he loved that she wore his hoodies. Of all the clothes she could rock, she picked his and he smirked every time he saw her wear one. But there was something about this tight black dress that made his stomach twist, his heart speed up and mouth became dry. He knew she wasn't comfortable with it, but she rocked the dress, she could wear anything. He wouldn't ever ask her to wear something she didn't feel comfortable in, but hot damn she could rock this dress.

The longer they stayed, the longer he had his hands on her in some way the more relaxed she became. Now her big gentle eyes looked up at him. And he got lost. The noise around them faded, the crowd disappeared and it was just him and his girl.

He dipped his head and kissed her. He heard a small breathy gasp. He hummed as he deepened it just slightly. He pulled away and ran his nose along hers.

"Hi beautiful." He whispered.

"Hey handsome." She whispered back.

He found her lips again just as someone shoved into Emily. She was ripped away and fell onto the floor with a yelp, someone landed on top of her. Minho felt a surge of anger again.

"Hey!" He snarled, and reached down and ripped the drunk kid off, only to realize it was Ben. Minho shoved him harshly making him fall back into Teresa. Minho didn't care, he knelt down and helped Emily sit up.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked gently, despite how angry he felt.

She nodded. He could see her walls coming back up.

"Come on. Let's find the others and get outta here. It's getting too wild." Minho picked her up and placed her gently down on her feet. He held her face for a second, checking for any bonks or blood. When he was satisfied he slid his hands down her bare arms and into her hands.

"Hey! Jack ass!"

Ben had gotten to his feet with the help of a frustrated looking Teresa. She kept glaring at Emily, like it was her fault. Ben was stumbling towards him, blocking the kitchen exit. Minho felt suddenly extremely protective. He grabbed Emily and pushed her behind himself, placing his own body in front of her. If Ben was going to try something he'd have his body in the way.

"Ben? Back off." He gave Ben another shove when he got closer. "You're drunk and an idiot."

"You're such a selfish jerk! What makes you so shucken popular?"

Minho just rolled his eyes, he was so done with this guy, he felt Emily shrink behind him. He reached a hand behind and grabbed onto his hand.

"Why you hiding Emily? With a dress as slutty as that? You're just calling for attention. You stupid little orphan!" Teresa snarled.

"Ya...never seen her in something like that before. She's damn hot. Have you shucked her yet?"

Minho saw Teresa stiffen and glare at Ben now.

"Ben you need to get out of my face." Minho's voice was dangerously calm.

"So...? No? 'Cause I've heard once you shuck a chick you dump 'em and move on."

"Ben, last chance!" Minho warned, as his muscles tensed. He noticed how Teresa shifted at that last accusation. She knew that wasn't true, he only kissed her when she forced it. He felt a shiver of disgust run through him. He couldn't believe he actually dated her. Ben didn't seem to understand his girlfriend was getting ticket off and that Minho was struggling not to punch his stupid drunk face.

"...'Cause I'd shuck her real hard! Do ya ever wish you'd stayed with Tes? 'Cause...dang, she's a good time!"

Teresa looked at him with disgust for a second and then she smirked, until she heard the next world's out of his month.

"I'll swap ya! I'll break that little one in and-"

Minho couldn't control his anger anymore. It had been at the surface since the pool incident and now it reached its breaking point. He let go of Emily and formed a fist. Before he could slamed his fist into the slinthead's face, Emily sprung forwards and gave him a solid right hook. The guy dropped, Teresa screamed and lunged at Emily. Minho watched his mouth wide open as his tiny little, quite girlfriend punched her step sister in the jaw. She also dropped.

"Emily Victoria Fitz!" Minho gasped.

She was breathing hard, her body shook and when she looked up she had a fire in her eyes. The same fire he only saw when she stepped into the ring. Her jaw was clenched but when she blinked, he saw tears forming.

"Baby, those where the best right hooks I've seen!" He grinned. "But now your beautiful hands are red." He took her hands and kissed them gently and then he guided her away from Ben and Teresa and the kitchen.

"Come on, let's go find the others."

In the last hour he stayed in the kitchen chatting with others, the party had escalated and it was getting out of hand. They found the others outside. On the deck and when Minho explained the situation they all agreed to go home.

"Em? Keys?" Minho asked.

He saw her face drop, "shoot. They were in my pants pocket! Which are now in the truck."

"That's okay, we're heading there now."

Minho had to elbow his way through wild drunk kids. He shook his head. He'd been to parties before, but this one was wild. There were so many kids piled in the house and yard. He was surprised the cops hadn't been called yet.

They fought their way through the house to the front door. They had to stop a few times. Gally and Thomas were pretty gone. Thomas tried to high five every single person that he saw, which was about half the school. It was slow going.

"Go." Newt said, "I'll get him along. Get Gally and Sonya in the car. I'll be right behind ya." Newt sighed as Thomas tried to high five another group of people.

Sonya was still functional, a but giggly. But Minho slung one of Gally's arms over his shoulds and helped him out. Emily had Sonya's hand and pulled her. They got them buckled into the back of the truck. Emily grabbed the key from her wet pants and they waited for a minute before deciding to go help Newt.

"Come on baby." Minho held his hand out for her and she took his hand. Her hand was so tiny and delicate in his big calaused one.

He smiled to himself. He glanced down at her, he seriously couldn't believe she was his girl. Her hair had mostly dried now, so it was wild and curly, she had flipped it out of her face, so it cascaded down her bare shoulders and back. When she looked up at him her eyes sparkled in the streetlights. The dress fight her perfect body, accentuating everything, her beautiful toned legs...uhg, she was just beautiful.

"Min?" She asked.

"Ya?" He cleared his throat, his mind hand wondered and his voice for stuck in his throat. "What's up, Emmy?"

"You were looking at me weird, what's going through your mind?"

He stopped on the driveway, and looked at her, pulling her closer, "I just think you're perfect and I can't believe you're mine."

Emily smiled up at him and pushed up on her toes and kissed him gently. At that moment the front door was thrown open and Thomas stumbled out.

"Miiiinhooo!" He grinned.

"Ah. There ya are, ya shank!" Minho snickered as Thomas threw his arms around Minho and Emily.

"You guys are the cutest shucken couple ever!"

"Tommy? Where's Newt?"

"Oh! He said he had to pee! He'll be back!"

Minho rolled his eyes.

"Oh! If he's there...I gotta too! Min? You can get this guy to the truck? I still got the keys!"

"Ya. Be careful. The idiots are getting worse."

"I'll have Newt." She reasured him.

Minho nodded and took Thomas and watched as Emily slipped through the crowd. Minho turned and got Thomas to the truck. Minho turned and went back to the house. He had just made it to the curb when a fist collided with the side of his head. Before he could recover the guy tackled him to the ground.

"You're a royal pain in the ass!"

"Ben! Stop!" Someone screamed hysterically.

The guy on top of him jerked his head for a second, "You!" He pointed at Teresa, "still have shuck feelings for this idiot! He clearly doesn't love you, he's shucken your stupid bitch of a sister! Go get the car you slut!"

Minho didn't like the guy before. He didn't like Teresa in any way, but he still couldn't let the guy talk to Teresa like that. He was done trying to talk to Ben. Minho sent his fist into Ben's stomach. Ben doubled over and groaned, Minho shoved him off. And got to his feet. Ben scrambled to his feet as well and then charged Minho. Ben managed to tackle him back to the ground, but Minho rolled with the momentum and kicked him in the stomach and rolled away.

"You don't deserve them! You didn't deserve Tes. And you sure as shuck don't deserve Emily! Know know that filthy little orphan isn't as poor as she claims!"

"Ben shut up and go home! Your drunk off your shuck ass."

Ben just snarled and charged Minho again. Minho ducked. Ben's fists flew wildly in his drunken state. Minho blocked a few, but one clipped his jaw, as he slammed his own fist into Ben. Ben didn't seem to feel anything. He lunged at Minho slamming it to the ground. Ben was screaming, spit flying from his mouth. His eyes were crazy. Minho and him rolled a few times.

A crowd had gathered. A circle around the the two formed, they all started chanting.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Minho didn't want to fight. He wanted to take his friends home and snuggle his girl. This idiot just would leave him alone. He had this sick obsession with Emily.

"Minho!" A voice called desperately. Despite Ben coming at him again he turned his head and saw Emily and Newt in the doorway.

Ben turned at the sound too. A creepy twisted smile formed on his face. He lunged in her direction. Minho went after him. The crowd parted, screaming and scrambling to get out of the way. There was sounds of glass and other things breaking, screams from another drunken fight.

Minho caught him around the waist and they crashed back to the ground.

"Emily!" Ben screamed.

Emily screamed. Newt grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the way. Minho let his fist fly into the guys stomach again. Ben grunted with the impact.

"Come here you bitch and let me shuck you properly! Your sister screams my name...you will too, you filthy little lier!"

"Leave her alone!" Minho snarled.

"Oh...feeling awfully protective of the little orphan!"

Ben yelled again and jumped onto Minho, taking him by surprise. Emily threw Newt off and ran towards them.

It was like in slow motion. Everything around Minho paused. All noises shut off. His heart stopped and he froze. He couldn't move, all he could do was watch.

Emily was running towards them. Ben's fists was rising. From the road a car hit the street light, and swerved. It hoped the curb and slammed into Emily just as she turned her head. A scream was ripped from her. Minho didn't even feel Ben's punch. His world stopped spinning. Everything froze.

He saw her body fly through the air. The car had stopped. Emily hit the pavement and rolled a few times and came to rest in a crumpled heap at the end of the drive way.

The crowd of kids were screaming, but Minho couldn't hear them. It was chaos as they scattered. Ben got up off Minho and ran to the car, he ripped the door open, grabbed the driver and tossed her out. Teresa landed in a heap. Ben slammed the door and floored it. Minho's hearing snapped back on.

"EMILY!" he screamed.

She didn't move. It felt like his limbs were filled with led, his blood froze. He scrambled to his feet and ran. He dropped to the ground beside her. He was scared to touch her, his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He didn't know if there was spine or neck damage, but he had to roll her slightly to make sure she was breathing. He had just touched her when there was loud screech and the sound of metal on cement.

Minho looked over, ready to protect her already broken body. The car had crashed into some big water fountain on the lawn. He saw Teresa in a heap on the grass. Newt scrambled out of the way as the car backed up. He grabbed Teresa's arm and yanked her out of the way of Ben's drunken driving. He backed up and tried to get out of here, but as he cranked the wheel and gunned it forward, he slammed into Newt who had tried to get out of the way. He managed to shoved Teresa out of the way just as the car slammed into him, Newt went rolling over the car hood and tumbled to the ground. Newt didn't get up. The car was now speeding and swerving down the road.

Minho was frozen. His brain couldn't process what had happened. It was like everything around him shut off. He blinked and suddenly there were people around him. Jeff, Clint, Nick, Frypan and Rachel were there. He heard an anguished scream, he saw Sonya running towards Newt.

Frypan was on the phone with 911. Jeff was holding a hand to Emily's head which was now coated in bright red blood. She was laying in a pool of it, and it was slowly trailing down the driveway. Her beautiful blond curls were now sticky with it. Minho felt dizzy and sick suddenly.

"Hey...Minho, I think..you should lay down man, looks like you're gonna pass out." Nick said resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I...I can't lose her! I can't! I can't lose her!"

"I know man." Nick was white as a ghost and absolutely looked shaken up.

"Hey! I need something to stop the bleeding!" Jeff cried.

Someone from the crowd handed him an extra shirt or a hoodie, Minho wasn't sure. He still hadn't gone to check on Newt. But Clint had gone. Clint was doing CPR. Gally was holding a screaming and fighting Sonya. Thomas just sat on his knees frozen, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream. They seemed to have sobered up real fast.

Frypan was still on the phone. He was now running back and forth between Emily and Jeff, Newt and Clint.

Minho shook his head, it wasn't an accident. It was intentional. He looked around, and cursed. In the chaos Teresa had slipped away.

In the distance he could hear sirens. They couldn't come fast enough. With shaking hands he pulled his own phone out and dialed his dad's cell number. With dread filling him he waited for him to answer.

"Minho?" His dad's sleepy voice picked up after the third ring. "What's wrong?"

"Umm dad..."

"Minho?" His voice became sharp and very awake. "Are those sirens?"

"There was an accident....dad... Emily...she...she..."

"Were you driving under the influence?"

"No!" Minho cried, his voice breaking. "No Dad, absolutely not! Ben started a fight- he tried to get to Emily. Teresa hit her with a car and then somehow Ben got behind the wheel and hit Newt when he tried to run the party....dad... The ambulance and cops are on the way...but dad...there's so much blood!"

"I'm getting Jorge and mom. We're on our way. I'll call the Isaac's. We're coming, son. It's going to be okay. Be strong just a little bit longer."

Minho hung up just as the paramedics pulled up. They came running with all the geer and equipment. Frypan was the one who talked to them, and then to Jeff and Clint who were the ones to administer first aid and CPR. The paramedics took over and it was a wild frenzy. Words and terms were thrown around Minho didn't understand. He stood still, his eyes wide and watched as they tried to save his girlfriend's life.

It took him a second before he realized someone was trying to talk to him.

"Huh? What?"

"Son, your bleeding. Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"I- I'm bleeding?" Minho reached a hand up and touched his forehead. His hand came away slick with blood. He didn't even realize.

"And your lip."

"Oh...the guy who hit Newt...he tried to attack my girlfriend. I'm fine...Is she gonna be okay?"

"She's being prepped to be loaded into the ambulance."

"I need to be with her! Please!" Minho cried, trying to get passed the paramedic. He was a big guy and reached out and stopped Minho.

"I'm sorry son, she needs immediate care. She's going to the WICKED Hospital. Same with the young man."

Minho saw Emily being strapped to a spine board, paramedics had all kinds of monitors hooked to her, one paramedic was strapping a neck brace around her, another one was holding something to her bloody head.

He glanced over at Newt who had a paramedic doing CPR and another setting up a difibulator.

"CLEAR!"

Newt's body arched as he was shocked.

"Good! We have a heartbeat! Get the tube in!"

The cop cars had showed up, Frypan and Rachel and Nick went to go talk to them. Minho felt his legs give out. The paramedic caught him and sat him down.

"I ..I can't lose her! I can't..."

He felt his stomach heaving. He threw up all over the grass. The paramedic held a cool cloth to the back of his neck and handed him a bottle of water. He also held a thick bandage to his cut on his forehead.

"Okay son, I think you have a conclusion and your going into shock."

"I...I can't lose her! Please tell me she's gonna be okay."

"We're doing everything to get her stable and then to the best hospital."

An SUV appeared and his parents came running. Two more cars came screeching to a hault. And Jorge and Miss Mary came running from one and Mr and Mrs Isaac came running from the other. Sam Isaac dropped down beside his son while Mrs Isaac pulled Sonya into her arms.

His mom dropped in front of him. Ans immediately pulled him into her arms.

His dad and Jorge went to the paramedics working on Emily.

"Mom! Mom please ..I can't...I can't loose her! Mama I can't!" Minho couldn't keep it in anymore, he was terrified. Newt was one of his best friends...and his girl.

His mom held the back of his head pressing him to her shoulder, disregarding the blood all over her shirt now. She held him tight while he gripped her shirt, he was trying not to hyperventilate.

This was by far the worst night of his life.

He couldn't lose her. He needed her to hold on. He still needed her.

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The worst night ever.