Stuck with the schools Bad Boy

Chapter 41

I rolled my eyes, leaving my phone on his bed before standing up and walking to his closet.

"Blake?" I called again.

Nearing his closet, I peaked my head around the door only to see his body crouched down in the middle of his clothes like he was trying to hide himself.

What was he doing?

My chest tightened once I could hear  his soft grunts of pain. Worry settled into my stomach, triggering all sorts of questions into my mind.

I was confused. Confused because I had no idea why Blake was on the floor and because I had no idea what to say to him. What if he doesn't even want my help? What if he wants to be left alone?

"Blake are you okay?" I blurted out the words that were lingering on the tip of my tongue. I took a hesitant step towards him, vaguely being able to see him dabbing something onto his stomach.

"Heaven go" Surprisingly his voice was calm- soft even but it only made me worry more.

Of course I ignored his words, taking another step towards him without hesitation. "Leave Heaven" his voice was firm- louder this time and I knew he was getting frustrated with me. However, curiosity killed the cat and I was too worried about him to obey his request so easily.

"Blake" I argued, pursing my lips tightly together. I was annoyed with myself that I was being too stubborn but I just couldn't make myself leave him. I didn't want to leave him alone- not when I didn't know what was happening.

"Just show m-" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence as Blake swiftly shot up from his crouched position before he turned around to face me.

I gaped at him, before my eyes began to travel down the length of his body to his torso. I immediately gasped at what I saw, that heavy feeling in my heart only increasing with worry.

"Oh my gosh Blake your bleeding!" I yelped, rushing to his side in an instant.

Omg omg omg omg omg omg

On the right side of his his abdomen was a big gash that looked fresh. Thick, red blood was oozing out from the wound and onto his exposed skin. A white gauze that had layers of tape on stuck on it was on the floor, not taking me long to realise that he has had this cut the whole time we have been rehearsing our lines.

When did this happen?!

My hands began to shake as negative thoughts began to pop up in my mind.

Could it be Vince? Did he hurt him?
My blood began to boil with an unknown anger as I thought about Vince laying a hand on him.

"We need to get you to a hospital now Blake" I didn't waste a second by grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door of his wardrobe.

"Your being dramatic...kitten" a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

In any other circumstance, I would have swooned and my heart would be going into an over drive frenzy by the fact that a smile graced my vision but right now.....DRAMATIC? I think not!

"YOU THINK IM BEING DRAMATIC? YOU HAVE A KNIFE WOUND WHICH IS BLEEDING MORE THAN A WOMAN ON HER PERIOD WITH A HEAVY FLOW AND THE WOUND IS DEEPER THAN THE FUCKING OCEAN HOW AM I BEING DRAMATIC DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THIS IS Y-" my rant was cut short by his large hand being clamped over my mouth. My chest was now heaving up and down as I stared at him through narrowed eyes.

"No hospitals." His eyes locked with mine as his hand on my mouth loosened. His voice was hard, warning for me to drop the subject but I only tightened my grip on his arm.