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Not too late...?

Damien POV

It was late at night, and I decided just to wander around, especially with it being more peaceful. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath; My eyes opened wide as I caught a whiff of blood in the air. Without hesitation, I started to run off in the direction of where the scent of blood was coming. It smelled familiar, making my stomach turn into knots; I just hoped that I was wrong. The smell was getting closer and closer, stopping in my tracks as I saw her, suddenly I was by her side catching her as her legs gave out from under her. Sighing with a breath of relief knowing that she didn't get hurt again, a soft growl leaving my lips, becoming aware of the state she was in. Her fragile body bruised and bloody all over that if it weren't for her scent or blood, I would have never recognized her, scooping her into my arms in a bridal hold I took of running once more. But this time to my car, having no time to waste, she needed medical attention and fast. I reached the car in such a short amount of time, swinging the door opening, placing her gently down on the back seat, caressing her cheek tempted to kiss her lips. I shook my head and shut the door, climbing into the driver's seat the car coming to live, wheels squealing as I backed out and started driving out of the school driveway and unto the street. I drove as fast as I could, not caring for the speed limit; my main focus was just getting to the hospital and keeping her straight. I glanced in the mirror seeing her sleeping figure, my body began to relax, my hold on the steering wheel releasing as I hadn't noticed how tense I was. The hospital came into view, stopping in front of the emergency.

No time to park I thought to myself, quickly picking her into my arms once again, running into the emergency room "I NEED SOMEONE, PLEASE HELP ME. SHE NEEDS HELP, PLEASE!!" I couldn't keep myself from shouting, and I could feel her starting to slip away. Someone.... a nurse I think, came and took from me placing her into a bed wheeling her away from me, another nurse came and started to question me. Everything was going by so fast, trying my best to answer and explain what I knew. I was trying my best not to tear the room up, my anger building with no outlet for it. How could he let this happen to her? Why wasn't he protecting her? f*****g i***t, you're supposed to stay by her and keep her safe. You know what happens when you're not around. How could you leave her on her own? Please, Rosemary, be ok. I know that you can make it through. Groaning as I kicked myself for even doing what I did next, but he had the right to know where she is. The only thing is that I won't let him take her back to that hell hole, He's going to need to fight me first, pulling the phone from my pocket pressing number 2 since I had him on speed dial. RING RING RING no answer at all and to voicemail. "Damien, Rosemary is in the hospital!" hanging up once again growling, suddenly I felt someone touch my arm.Turning my head to see who it was, a nurse let me know that they had placed Rosemary in a room, and I could go ahead to see her. But that she hadn't awoken yet, so I would need to wait. I gave a nodding understanding as I made my way to her room, opening the door quietly as if the noise would wake her from her slumber, but it didn't. Seeing the seat by her bed, I didn't hesitate to sit, and I could feel the anger in me growing from seeing the bruises and cuts on her face. Her hair looked beautiful today, and now it was just a tangled mess. I slid my fingers in between her, intertwining them, admiring how small her hands were. Something about her always pulled me in. Like gravity... 

*4 years back* 

Four years ago, I met Blake during my senior year. Yea, yea, he looks like your basic Knight in shining armor...Excluding the amour. Just kidding, he was your basic popular guy. Like the dude was already getting all the girls from each grade throwing themselves at him. Compared to me, people spread rumors that I was a delinquent. Pfft, as if that mattered to me. Why would it? I prefer being on my own and giving off the aura of danger if it meant that people stayed away from me. I also had some girls confess their love to me. But honestly, they weren't attractive at all. Ok, let's trail off the sappy building of friendship. He would occasionally say hi to me, and I would acknowledge his existence with a typical hey. I guess we became buddies after he helped me out. Some of the older boys in school thought that it was a good idea to take me on. Of course, I wasn't allowed to use my strength as I wanted to. So it meant that I was getting my butt kicked by these assholes. Suddenly low in behold, Like a knight in shining armor with his majestic black hair, decided that he had to intervene. Dude, why would you do that? But he proved to be a worthy companion. With the two of us taking them on, we beat them. Who knew that prince charming could hold his own. Okay, okay, I feel like I sound like your basic nerd s***h jerk that builds himself up. Only to be disappointed.

Sorry about that. After getting my ass kicked and saved. He helped me up, and we limped...Well, I limped while he held me up.....Please, no Boy Love between Blake and me. We were met by an angel who ran up to us, a worried look on her face. Blake let me go and ran towards her with a concerned look on his face. Way to let me go and fall, Blake. Whatever happened to bros before h... "Rosemary, what are you doing out here?" I heard him say as he looked her over as if searching for something before wrapping his arms around her. I felt jealous as he held her tightly. Why? She pulled away from him, and this time it was her turn to take a good look at him, turning her gaze to me, a slight blush on my face when she approached me. Gazing up at her while she leaned over, our eyes locking. It was the first time I saw such innocent brown eyes, with concern and worry for someone like me. Blake stood next to her and punched me in the arm. "Can you not look at my little sister like that, Damien!" standing up about to hit him back,  Rosemary beating me to it, smacking his arm. "Blake, you shouldn't punch someone whose hurt." I felt a small hand grabbing my arm, wrapping it around a small figure, fighting back the urge to blush, unable to stop myself from sticking my tongue out before pouting. "Yeah, Blake, it's not nice to hurt someone who is already hurt." oh, how I just wanted to hold her in my arms. Blake pulled her aside, wrapping my arm around him. "I'll hold him, Rosemary. He's too heavy for you." I could hear the jealous tone in his. Rosemary giggled, unaware as she led the way. After acting as a nurse and bandaging us up, she said good night and went to her room. "Wow, she does a great job, doesn't she," I said lightly pushing him. He didn't laugh at all, sensing the pain in his eye, looking at the spot she had been. He asked if we could go for a walk for a while. During that walk, he revealed everything that was going on in his house, how his mom mistreated rosemary, how she wasn't his sister. He was helpless. Unable to protect her all the time. No matter when he did, as soon as he would turn his back. She would have a new bruise or cut. That's why she was so good at bandaging. We became good friends after that. Not long after, I found out a secret about him that he hadn't told Rosemary. He also found out my secret. Let's just say we make an odd team. 

*Rosemary's hospital room*

I was gently stroking her cheek, reminiscing. Had it been four years already since we met? Since you came into my life, Rosemary? Leaning down my lips barely touching her, oh how I've wanted to kiss these lips since we met. I was serious, you know. I wanted to be with her and to protect from everything, yet I failed her. Sighing before sitting back, placing my head down on her bed, falling asleep, holding her hand.