Save Me

*Sarah's POV*

I was fucking terrified, was this really happening?

Brian lunged straight at Connor, pinning him down and laying him with constant punching, eventually Brian became tired and Connor pushed him straight into the wall, smashing his head through the drywall.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Someone called and everyone ran upstairs.

"Shut the fuck up!" I scream angrily.

I threw myself ontop of Connor's back, stopping him from choking Brian. He quickly threw me off and continued suffocating Brian.

Tears poured from my eyes and I tried to think, what could I do? I was too weak to beat him up myself. Before I could have a second thought, Brian's body dropped limp on the floor, like a rag doll. I stared straight up at Connor, he was royally pissed.

My hands shook, sweat collected on my clammy palms and I felt like I was going to pass out. I bit my lip hard and backed up against the wall as Connor came towards me. To the left was a lamp and table, to my right was the door packed with tons of teenagers. I held my breath and ripped the lamp from the wall, throwing it straight at his face.

Connor groans in pain, stumbling back and cursing every word possible and picking glass out of his cheek. I run over to Brian and try desperately to pick him up, he was too heavy. I scream and cry out in pain, feeling something sharp stab into the back of my thigh.

I looked down to see Connor shoved a pocket knife through my leg, I keep my high pitched shrieking, hoping someone would help. I notice Michelle walk past me and try picking up Brian, she got farther than me. Fucking bitch. She sends me a sheepish smile before dragging Brian out of the room, making everyone move out of the way.

"Motherfucker." I screech, feeling Connor turn the knife in my leg.

My head pounded and my thigh throbbed, what could I possibly do. Connor brings the same knife, dripping with blood up to my throat. I look up at him and he smiles at me, what kind of crack was he on? I close my eyes and try to relax, this wasn't the end. This wasn't how I was going to go out.

Suddenly I heard Connor grunt, and the knife move away from my throat. My eyes flutter open, seeing that someone had gone behind Connor and hit him in the head. I look up to see who my saviour was, it wasn't Brian.

My eyebrows furrow for a second, who was this, they looked so familiar. Big nerdy glasses, baggy jeans. Then it clicked, this was this dipshit I ran into during lunch awhile back, his name was James.

I try desperately to get up, so he gives me a hand and everyone moves out of his way, there was no way this was happening. I would believe Matt would be here before this guy, and why was he here?

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