10- Knuckles and Lips

“How dare-” one hard punch. “-you touch her.” Followed by another punch.

The aching pain in my jaw is nothing compared to the scene unfolding in front of me. On one hand, thousands of butterflies are settling in my stomach, giving me a feeling that I've never felt before. Cared for. Prioritized. Growing up, I always wanted to be cared for because I was just so tired of taking care of everything and everyone without getting anything in return. Needless to say, I've always been carrying that hollowness in my chest. Seeing Spencer getting so violent, beating the shit out of those giants who weigh like a ton, asking them how dare they touch me, are making me feel things. Things which should be banned from being felt by me.

On the other hand, the rational side of my mind is telling me to stop him before he ends up killing anyone. Cars have started to stop to witness the drama. It won't long when people start to call the cops, if they haven't called them already. Snapping out of my contra