We roll. Elbows fly and noses bleed.
But that doesn’t stop either of us from swinging wild, hoping to connect with something. He grunts when I manage to get a knee in his ribs and his hands wrap up in my hair.
He’s yanking the strands, making my scalp scream, when I hear the crash of bikes hitting dirt and my stomach turns.
I’m not sure how we end up back on our feet, but I end the fight with a knee to Ashton’s gut and turn away as he collapses back to the ground.
My heart is in my throat when I see Envy tipped over not too far from me, Emmett’s small frame standing over it as he watches me in complete horror.
No. Nonono.
I step in his direction only for my middle to be wrapped up and the wind knocked from my chest with the force of the blow that sends me back to the ground.
“Get the fuck off me, Ashton!” I grind out as I push at the arms banded around me, grabbing at the fingers locking tight.
“You don’t belong here,” he snarls in my ear, his breath hot. His weight bares down on me as he shifts to on top of me, his fist connecting with my jaw.
The hit makes my ears ring and my teeth pulse.
I turn my head and spit blood into the dirt.
“Ashton, stop,” I grit out and deflect a punch.
“Fuck you!”
My arms go up to block my face when he wails on me again, his swings frantic, his shouts cracking.
Arching my hips, I force him over my head and scramble over his lanky frame to pin him with his arms across his pumping chest.
“Stop.”
“You like this, don’t you, you fucking freak? Bet you want all the guys under you. Or is it you that takes the cock? He’s small, bet he’s got a small dick.”
He sucks back a breath when I shove him harder into the ground and does the last fucking thing he should.
He spits in my face.
My blood goes hot, and I drop an elbow right on his jaw with more weight than I intend. His eyes roll back, and his body goes lax beneath me.
“Fuck!”
I lean back, and with a bloodied hand, I check his pulse out of habit.
Knocked out.
Little goddamn prick.
Rolling away, I flop in the dirt and fish out my phone. It rings near my head, my best friend’s voice filling the tiny speaker only after two beeps.
“Ten.”
“Come get Ashton. I knocked him out.”
“What—”
I hang up before he can ask me to repeat the shit that started this mess. I know damn well my best friend wouldn’t be fan and Ashton needs someone trained that ain’t fucking me.
I took an oath to do no harm, but his ass is staying in the fucking dirt.
