Saving Rain

by Kelsey Kingsley

I laid a hand over my cheek and pulled it away to stare at my blood-soaked palm. “Holy shit,” I muttered, shaking my head before looking at Seth and asking, “What the fuck is wrong with you, man?” His eyes reflected a rage that threatened to pierce my soul as he snarled, “With me?! You fuckin’ attacked me out of nowhere, you asshole!” I thrust my hand toward the girl, frozen and terrified of what was happening in front of her. Terrified of what had almost happened. “You expect me to just stand back like all of these other pieces of shit while you fucking rape someone?” “Rape?” Seth snickered, rolling his eyes. “I wasn’t fucking raping her. She wanted it.” I looked at the girl, noting now that her hair was the softest shade of brown I’d ever seen. Like a teddy bear. Warm. Comforting. Almost familiar in the way it begged to be touched. Like Sully. “Did you want it?” I asked gently. She shook her head rapidly, and I looked back at Seth, scowling. “She’s fucking lying!” he spat, his eyes now on her. I knew a liar when I saw one, and she wasn’t it. I walked over to the girl with the soft brown hair, noticing the way she stiffened as I approached. “How old are you?” I asked quietly, too hushed for the others to hear, while my eyes fell upon hers. God, they were so green and vivid, and my soul jerked restlessly, as if trying to rid itself of the confines of this body in this fucked up life. Desperate for something better. Something more vibrant and alive, like the emerald sparks...