Bad author! I haven’t been updating in a VERY long time. I had quite a bad case of writer’s block, and well, basically I didn’t want to write a lot of shit just to update. Hopefully I haven’t changed the style of the story too much. Enjoy!

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Maeve knelt there on the cold floor of the Photo room as she waited for someone to help. The class just stood there, watching. No one would touch him.

Loud footsteps were heard in the hallway, accompanied by a gruff male voice. Mr. Herity entered, all color absent from his handsome face. His eyes widened as he saw Rasha on the floor.

He sprinted across the room so quickly; his students had to jump out of the way to avoid him.

“Rasha?” he whispered.

Rasha moaned in reply.

“Here, Maeve, help me. I need to get him to my car.”

Maeve took his arms while Mr. Herity took his legs. She was surprised at how light he was. She grabbed onto his wrist to pull him up, when Rasha yelped in pain. His arm was covered in bruises shaped like fingers.

The people in the classroom watched in silence as the two of them struggled with Rasha. No one even bothered to help open the door. They stood there, watching, transfixed.

Luck was with them as they slowly made their way down the hallway. No one crossed their path.

“Ah fuck!” mumbled Mr. Herity as he dropped his keys. He put down Rasha’s feet so that he was leaning against Maeve. Rasha’s eyelids fluttered. Maeve tried to stop herself, but slowly her hand came up and stroked the side of his face. They shivered in usion.

“I can take him from here.” Mr. Herity made to take Rasha, but he held fast to Maeve’s slender form.

“No…Please…Let her stay…” he whimpered.

Herity nodded. “Alright you two, get in the back.” He was clearly agitated.

He opened the passenger door, and then opened his own. Plopping down into his seat, he let out a sigh. He knew that was the only weakness allowed him and sighed once more, trying to vent out as much frustration as possible.

“Herity? What is wrong with Rasha?”

“I don’t want to get you involved.” Herity knew that if she were to become involved… His mark burned in remembrance…

“Shouldn’t we have called an ambulance?” Her voice strained from worry over a boy she barely knew. What was happening?

“It wouldn’t have helped.” He looked worried and distracted.

She quieted her questions and turned to stare out the wind at the trees whizzing by. They were going through a neighborhood she had not been to before, but that was not saying a lot.

The car came to an abrupt stop. Rasha twitched fitfully.

“It’s alright Maeve, I got him. Just go open the door.” She nodded and took the keys from his outstretched hands.

She made her way up the walk, Herity’s grunts mingling with the background noise of traffic. They were in a middle class neighborhood made up of condos. She hesitated slightly before opening the door. She had just met this man and already she was entering his house?

Shaking off her fears, she entered the house, with Rasha and Herity quite close behind.