My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Shivering, Aaron turned and noticed that I had been caught. He gritted his teeth and made a low whine, refusing to admit defeat. However, the pain from his right arm made him scream out uncontrollably. "Don't cry, Arianna. Don't cry. I'm fine. Ah..."

"Jordan! If you don't kill me now, I'll make sure you wish you were dead for the rest of your life!"

"Aaron, stop!" My voice was hoarse from crying. I was close to begging him. "Please, you don't have to pretend to be brave right now."

Regardless, my worst fears had come true. His stubbornness had triggered Jordan's men. They watched and found pleasure from his suffering. One of the men gradually raised his hand with the blood stained steel pipe from before over his head.

Finally, the security guards had rushed over and yelled at them from the intersection, "Stop! What are you doing?! Put the weapon down!"

I heard dense footsteps coming closer and closer. I almost thought that Aaron was about to be saved.

But I forgot that they were a bunch of hooligans.

They knew the consequences if they got caught, but none of them were willing to leave their friends behind. Instead, they all looked at the man who was standing over Aaron.

"Crack..."

The sound of bones cracking rang out through my ears. Aaron numbly dropped his neck and fell heavily on the ground. He didn't make any more sound.

at this moment. All I saw was the red blood on

the fight. Gradually, more backup

caught up in the fight. None of them were holding me back anymore. I crawled over

him and mumbled to myself, "It's okay, you just have external injuries. It will heal just

if I was

alone look at it. I was afraid that I would

me like his entire world, lose

sister and

figure this out. In the end, my tears of sorrow had turned into tears of hatred for Jordan. I wanted

sunrise. The 'operating' light went out and a nurse pushed

of his bed and his body was covered with a thin blanket. If it weren't for the heavily bandaged

bed. There were a few scratches on his face, but they didn't distort his facial features at all. Instead, they

sniffed and asked, "Doctor, how is my

an operation that had

condition either. He nodded wearily

"Mrs.