Emotional Pain

Anne

The blow never came.

The first second went by. The second, third went by, still nothing. I was sure it should have arrived already.

Did I pass out even before I could feel the pain? I highly doubted it. I still felt conscious of my surroundings.

A few more seconds went by before I slowly squinted my eyes open.

Andrew was standing right in front of me. His fist was still in the air. From the looks of things, it never came down. He had stopped.

I felt Vincent’s chest directly behind me. I turned my head and saw his hand midair, still ready to stop the blow from landing successfully. His other hand was gripping tightly to my upper arm. I guess he sprang back the second I pulled him aside and was aiming to pull me aside too, judging by the firm grip he had on me.

I looked into Andrew’s eyes and saw the intensity of his anger slowly seep away, replaced by another intense emotion.

It was pain.

I saw pain in form of steamy tears fill his eyes. His lips quivered as he stared into