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I kid you not, my face is now on fire.

Like, I can't see it but it feels like its on fire.

I couldn't help but hide in embarrassment behind my arms as I recounted what happened in the last five minutes.

We weren't kids to be just casually kissing people on the cheeks!

Especially if they were our childhood crushes.

Shut up, brain.

I got up to go to the bathroom to see what damage had been done but now, my face was burning but not because of embarrassment.

I walked to the long full length mirror.  On closer inspection, I groaned as I realized a had a fat bruise slowly growing on my face. 

"DEREK!"

"What." I heard him reply; it almost sounded like a whine.

"NO, YOU DON'T GET TO WHINE, COME HERE RIGHT NOW. LOOK WHAT YOU DID."

With a loud groan, I heard feet stomping up the stairs into the bathroom I was in.

"What do yo--- What happened to your face?"

"You happened to it." I replied in deadpan.

No way did I really get punched in the face by Derek, when did that even happen.

And if I did get punched by Derek, why am I not in a coffin?

Coming closer to me, he cupped my face in his hands and I felt myself trying to move out of his hands but his firm grip stopped me from doing so.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."

I winced as his fingers slightly traced its way around the ever growing bruise that was on my face.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about it."

"But I--"

"What's going on  here?' Jacob said as he strolled in.

But  his happy demeanor changed as soon as he saw my face.

"What did you do to her?" He said, looking at Derek dangerously.

"We were training and--"

"Why does she have that on her face then?"

"Like I said, we were train--"

"OK, AND LIKE I ASKED, WHY DOES SHE HAVE THAT ON HER FACE?"

"Are you ever actually going to let me speak, loudmouth?"

"Fine then, but if I don't like your answer, you don't know what's coming for you."

'Like father, like son.' he muttered under his breath.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Jacob asked, taking a threatening step forwards towards Derek.

"Like father, like son." Derek repeated, mimicking Jacob by moving forwards.

Then, it was just a flurry of fast movement.

I felt myself getting pushed further and further into the bathroom until my back was against the shower box.

"Don't you even dare--- to say-- that we are-- even slightly alike." Jacob retaliated whilst dodging the fast punches and kicks Derek was sending his way.

They both fought, both of them expertly dodging and sending blows each others ways. It was like watching a professional match.

But the boys had something that those professional matches could never live up to.

Because the way that Jacob fought fit so well Derek's, it was almost like watching a beautifully intense dance, like it was a work of art.

Neither of them seemed to be backing down, both sending powerfully scary blows but the other always managed to dodge.

Then it changed up as Derek ducked, pulling Jacob over the back of him.

Jacob landed on the floor with a thud and I felt so much fear coursing through me as Derek raised his leg, about to smash Jacob's head down into the ground.

I nearly felt a scream escape my lips but just as Derek's leg was about to come crashing down, Jacob projected himself forward, grabbing Derek's leg in the process.

Pulling down as Jacob jumped up, Derek fell face down with a smack. 

"That was dirty, Derek."

"So was that." Derek said, trying to get up.

Chuckling, he spat at the ground, a ball of blood projecting onto the floor.

Both of them stared at the floor where Derek's blood now was.

"That's grim." Jacob said "But sadly there's more coming."

Looking back at Derek, he raised his fist again and I couldn't help but just stand there, completely frozen.

Because the truth of it was that I was terrified of the two of them together, the man from my sweet childhood and my savior because the two of them, however much they may have disliked each other, they were important people in my life. 

Because one of them had the heart to forgive me, to still hold me in his heart even after I betrayed him so, so badly.

Because the other went against his own blood to do the right thing, to help me escape  my kidnapper.

But watching them now, it hurt me so badly that the two of them were fighting, over me. I wanted, no, needed them to get along. 

So I made a plan. 

It might get me hurt, but I needed them to get along, or at least try to at least.

So I watched, I watched a little more.

"You shouldn't have hurt her, Derek, I promised I'd look after her."

"That's funny, I said the exact same thing to her."

"And then you punched her, so hard that she's bruising up? Ye, sounds like some high level protecting there." Jacob said, sarcasm dripping through his face.

"Well while you'll be sitting on your ass doing pot, I'm teaching Maya how to fight, incase she ever get's in a situation where she needs to."

"She won't ever get in that position, I'll be there to protect her."

"You're talking like she's some frail little kid that needs protecting, what if it comes to the day where either of us aren't there to help her out? What if she needs to protect herself?"

"I said I'd never let that happen." Jacob roared as he jumped up for Derek, sending a flying kick at him.

Derek flew across the bathroom, hitting his back onto the edge of the sink.

A loud groan could be heard from him as he held his side in pain.

But still, I watched.

Derek recovered and stood up, squaring up to Jacob.

"You forget that I've been there for her since the beginning, that I was with her during most of her life. She's known you about two weeks. I don't know why she's so bent on keeping you around."

Laughing, Jacob ignored and lunged at Derek but Derek dodged just in time, making Jacob hit the corner of the sink at quite a force.

Now it was his go to groan as he clutched his stomach where he hit himself.

They turned to face each other, both dangerously staring each other down, like two predators trying to assert their power.

They stood like this for what seemed like forever and with each passing second, the tension doubled.

"I'd never hurt her, I never will." Jacob said, sending a powerful punch straight for Derek's face.

Then all out hell broke loose.

It's time.

I slowly made my way closer the boys, making sure that they didn't notice me coming closer.

Jacob was now pressed against the counter, his hands slapping the counter behind him as he blocked Derek's hands with his other hand.

I only noticed the silver metal object glistening in Jacob's hand and I knew that if I didn't stop them soon, one of them were going to get really hurt.

So as Jacob raised the pair of scissors, I knew I had no time left.

So I jumped in between the boys as Jacob's hand came down.

A scream could be heard around the room and I only just then noticed that the scream was coming from myself.

My shoulder was radiating so, so much pain but I could hear so much shouting in the background aswell. I couldn't hear anything specific, everything was just hazy.

Everything but the agonising pain that was coming from my shoulder.

I saw Derek above me, shaking me, trying to keep me awake but the pain, it was too much.

Too much.

Way too much.

I saw Derek getting pushed off of me as Jacob sat above me, holding my face, probably whispering to me to stay awake but I knew I couldn't.

I wanted to tell them I was fine but the reality of it was, I wasn't.

I could feel blood pooling around my shoulder on the floor.

So the last thing I'd felt before absolute darkness was the hazy, quietness of darkness took me over was forgiveness.

Because I knew that he didn't mean to do it, I already forgave them both because in the end, this was all my fault.

Get rid of the source, get rid of the problem, right?

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a/n: Guess what I did.

I boiled my phone.

Kid you not.

Fully dropped it in boiling water.

So ye, but my half term holiday's started now aswell, so I hopefully will have more time to write but I have a lot to do this holiday aswell, so hopefully.

Other than that, I hope you have a good afternoon, my lovelies <3

Lolaalvilivi