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Warnings: mild cursing, mild violence.

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Caleb Chartier

I immediately pushed Sam away and kicked him in the crotch.

A bubble of red dripped on the ground. I touched my forehead and warm, sticky fluid rested on my warm. Fuck. I'm bleeding.

My feet were wobbly and my thoughts weren't catching up with my actions. I could feel my breath picking up and adrenaline kicking in. It was just a little kiss. Don't get worked up. I thought, trying to compose myself. But before I could find some way to get out of here, Sam lunged at me.

His hand met my stomach and he pushed me against the wall again. I tried to stop the impact by bracing myself but it did no use. My head was hit once again, probably making the wound worse.

"S-stop." I croaked, weakly pushing him away. The alcohol wasn't doing me any good. Everything was messed up and my vision was split into two. I didn't even know if Sam was in front of me or somewhere else. "G-get off of me!" I kicked, pried and swore yet Sam didn't falter. Instead, he wore a sick smile.

"After this, you'll understand. I'll fucking expose Kane and all the bad things he's done." Sam said calmly, a total contrast to his earlier behavior.

I glanced over at the door that was locked. I hadn't even noticed Sam closed it.

"Why are you so obsessed with Kane?! J-just leave me alone!" I shouted.

"Me obsessed with Kane? He's the one obsessed with me! The stupid shit decided to push himself between you and me and wedge his way through our relationship!"

I groaned as more blood rushed from my forehead to the ground. "W-we never had a relationship d-dickhead!" I shouted. My words tripped and stumbled over each other, but I got my point across. "Delusional fucking freak—"

Sam slammed his lips onto me again. It wasn't soft and mildly rough like Kanes was— it was just harsh. It didn't feel right. I didn't want his stupid, nasty lips on mine.

Though the kiss was for a brief second, it felt like it lasted for an eternity. Sam's lips brushed past my neck as he leaned closer to my ear. "I bet he hasn't kissed you." he whispered. I swore I could've felt him grinning.

Shakily and slowly, I grinned. "H-he has and it was so much better than y-yours." I weakly let out a wet laugh. "Fucking loser. You're nothing compared to him."

Sam growled and pushed me back. He let go of his grip and stood up straight, adjusting his clothes.

"You piece of shit—"

Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out.

—

I woke up on an unfamiliar bed.

A large figure sat in front of me. Black hair, strong body.

Kane.

I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision. My head hurt and every little move felt like a stab to the heart. I looked up to see if Kane noticed I was awake but he made no move.

He ran a hand through his hair and I noticed the state he was in. He wore a black fitted shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Red stained his clothes and a splatter of red resided on his cheek. Where was I? Why was Kane sitting next to me? I don't recall seeing him at the party or—

The party.

The memory of Sam came rushing to me and I groaned. I guess the sound alarmed Kane because in just a second, he was propping me up and asking if I was okay.

"Fuck I thought you were dead." Kane said. "Are you hurt?"

I shook my head.

"Wa—"

"Water?"

I nodded.

"Don't waste your energy on talking. The doctors told me that you had a severe concussion and that you needed rest. Use what energy you have for something important." Kane said. He sounded like a dad— if I even knew what it felt like. Wait, doctors? Since when did I go to the doctors?

My eyes trailed around the room. It was massive with limited furniture. This wasn't a hospital, it wasn't home and it definitely wasn't the party. This was Kanes house. His room was bigger than any of my siblings and was larger than a classroom. What do you even do with this space?!

"Kane—"

"Don't talk, Caleb."

"I'll be fine."

"No you won't. Now shut up and I'll go get you water and food. Then, you'll rest and get better." he said, frowning at me. Since when was he like this?

"But what about— what about Sam?"

Kane froze and fear flashed on his face. It didn't look right on him. Kane always had this blank mask on and right then, it cracked. "Sam?" he spat his name as if it was a curse. "Little fucker got what he deserved." a sickening smile creeped up on his face as he touched his cheek to smear off blood.

"Kane.. what did you do?" I asked.

"I gave him what he deserved for hurting you."

"I'm serious! What exactly did you do?!"

"Is that even a question? You know what I did, Caleb. He hurt you and now you have a concussion and your health is at stake. I don't what exactly happened in the room, but even a little pinch is enough to anger me. So you want to know what I did to him? I fucking killed him. I killed that stupid son of a bitch." Kane snarled. My eyes widened.

"That's—"

"Don't say whatever you're going to. I know you won't want to see me after what I did." Kane interrupted. I shook my head and reached out for him, my hand resting on his hand.

"I won't hate you. This time, you had a good reason. And Sam, he honestly deserved it." I said strongly. "You're the only one who would ever do anything like that for me. So, thank you Kane. I'm glad you got to him before anything worse happened."

Kane sat silently. "So you're not mad?"

I nodded.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Kane smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, giving me a soft smile.

He sat up and walked away.

..what was going on?

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Kane lowkey being more kind. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! My writing has gotten a bit more choppy since I haven't edited/revised the last few chapters. I apologize for that and will go back to check them later! Thanks for reading ^^

QUESTION: Did Sam deserve it.. or deserve it?

Me: trick question, he deserved it.

Words: 1118