Chapter 360 Getting Beaten Up
Just another self-righteous jerk, always getting into shady stuff but acting like he's squeaky clean. He'd mess up, pretend to take responsibility, then blame everyone else to feel better about himself.
I was like, "What kind of messed-up world is this? The ones who screw up get to be all bold, and the ones who get hurt have to just suck it up or they're called petty? This dude needs to be kicked to the curb, he's totally not worth it."
"Amelia, I'm asking you one last time, can you just forget the past? I won't hold it against you. If you take back what you said about breaking up, I'll get our parents to talk about the wedding again. I'll treat you better, but heads up, Grace Hernandez is my good friend and she's my responsibility for life. You'll have to care for her with me."
Amelia? Was that guy Ryan?
I was about to ask when the girl next to him started bawling. "Ryan, did I mess things up again? Amelia, I'm sorry. I'm really sick; the doctor said it's serious and I need someone to take care of me. Amelia, you know my parents are abroad, and Ryan's my only friend in Regalia. Please don't be mad at me. Once I get better, I'll give Ryan back to you."
Grace's words would make any guy feel bad for her, but they were a total gut punch to another woman.
For some reason, Ryan's phone switched to speaker mode. Amelia's heart-wrenching cries filled my ears, making me feel so bad for her. How could such a cheerful and straightforward girl like Amelia be treated like this by these awful people?
Ryan, hearing Amelia's cries, didn't hold back but instead growled angrily. His irritation and disdain were so obvious, like it was Amelia who made him feel ashamed, not his own actions that wronged her. Ryan said, "Amelia, if you have any complaints, direct them at me. Don't bother Grace; you don't have the right."
Grace cried even harder, continuously apologizing, "Ryan, I'm sorry. It's all my fault, causing a conflict between you and Amelia. I'll leave; I'll leave right now."
Ryan didn't say anything more. He just hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, then went to stop Amelia who was determined to leave. The two of them tussled on the street; within a few moments, Amelia fell into Ryan's arms, clutching his shirt tightly, her cheek pressed against his neck, sobbing uncontrollably.
No doubt about it, those two were Ryan and his lover.
Seeing Ryan's gentle gaze towards Grace made me feel deeply unworthy for Amelia. This wasn't a good friend, nor was it any responsibility, but a blatant betrayal of Amelia both mentally and physically.
I was really unlucky to run into these two annoying people. Ryan even had the nerve to say such shameless things; who gave him the courage? And Grace, she indeed looked like a mean person pretending to be weak. Was Ryan an idiot? Couldn't he see how well Grace could pretend?
Hearing Lillian talk about this stuff was one thing, but seeing it go down in real life? Whole different ball game. Anger shot straight to my head, and before I knew it, I was charging over, ready to slap the crap outta that jerk for Amelia.
But someone beat me to it. Just as I took a step, a dark blur zipped past me. Next thing I knew, Ryan was flying through the air, crashing into a wall and bouncing back like a ragdoll. Dude was sprawled out on the ground, not moving for a good while.
Grace, after getting over the shock, screamed and threw herself at Ryan, bawling and calling his name.
I just stood there, totally stunned, watching them cling to each other on the ground.
Ryan spat, "How dare you hit me!"
Adam shot back, "Damn right I did, you piece of crap. You do all this shady stuff and have the nerve to brag about it? Who the hell do you think you are?"
Ryan, spitting blood, yelled, "This ain't your business, Adam! What right do you have to hit me? I'll tell your dad to punish you."
Adam sneered, "It serves you just right, you jerk. Go ahead, run to my dad like you always do. In fact, I'll tell him myself. Let him see all the dirty crap you've been up to."
Adam? Wait, was this guy Adam? Why did he step in? What's his deal with Ryan? And why was he asking about Amelia? Who the heck is this guy?
Adam glared at Ryan, "You got one minute to get lost, or I'll break your leg. You know I'm not bluffing."
Ryan, bleeding from his nose, wiped it with the back of his hand, smearing blood all over his face. With Grace's help, he got up, glaring daggers at Adam. He wanted to fight back but didn't dare, so he just shot Adam a hateful look.
Adam taunted, "What, not satisfied? Wanna go again?"
He beckoned with his finger, then got into a fighting stance like a pro.
Ryan, though a jerk, knew he couldn't take Adam. With Grace's help, he cursed as he left, "You'll see!"
The ruckus had people peeking out of their rooms. A short guy opened his door, looked around, then ducked back inside.
I backed up to the window. Adam looked at me, then awkwardly smiled, scratching the back of his head like a goof.
I demanded, "Explain what's going on."
By now, if I didn't get that there was some history between Adam and Amelia, I'd be a hopeless idoit.
Adam kept scratching his head, eyes darting everywhere but at me.
I pressed, "Talk, or I'll ask Amelia."
Adam sighed, "Alright, alright. Ryan's dad is my dad's half-brother. I couldn't stand his crap, so I beat him up. I know you're tight with Amelia; no need to thank me. I just saw injustice and stepped in to help."
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
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