Emo Girl

Chapter 4: Traumatized.

I start driving home, as soon as I got home I parked the car. I got out of the car and then walked up to my house, unlocking it. I walked in and closed and locked the door behind me. I immediately ran upstairs, plugged in my phone, and went to sleep. The next day we had to go to the arena to talk about what we had to do next. I put on my converse and grabbed my skateboard and left. I put my skateboard in the backseat then got in the driver's side. I started the car and drove off. Once I arrived, I parked my car. I got out of the car and got my skateboard out of the backseat. I checked to make sure my wheels were okay. I walked into another fight like usual but this time Britt Baker was interfering I ran at her at full speed and hit her across her spine with my skateboard. I picked her up by her hair and threw her against the wall. I started kicking and throwing punches over and over. Until I heard Darby grunting. The roster gasped. I looked at the roster then over at Kyle. I tried looking around Kyle but he was blocking Darby's body. Once I seen Darby's head busted and him passed out I covered my mouth. "Sting!" I yell, traumatized from what I had just seen. Sting starts walking over to me. "Ye-" He pauses once he sees Darby's body. "I'm getting an ambulance." Sting runs off. I go over to Kyle before he does more damage. "What the fuck did you do?!" I yell at Kyle. "I did this for u-" Kyle stops. "You didn't do shit for us. I hate you, you should have known that from the start." I push Kyle away. "Whatever." Kyle mumbles then walks off. I try picking Darby up. "Oh jesus." I set him down gently, out of breath. As soon as Sting came back with the doctors, one was pushing a stretcher to put Darby on. I lift him up one good time to get him up and I put him on the bed. I try catching my breath. "Jesus he is heavy." I breath out. Sting shrugs and walks outside, I follow along. We watch as the ambulance drives off. "Welp, at least I don't have to hear him complaining about how I'm emo." I roll my eyes and walk off to go to the meeting. After the meeting I go to my lockeroom and lay down on the couch, it turns out I was gonna do a interview with Tony about how I'm after Britt Baker. Anyways I started to scroll through Instagram when someone knocked on my door. "Come in." I yell. Sting opens the door. "I am forcefully taking you to see Darby at the hospital. He is awake so let's go." Sting grabs my hand, practically dragging me. "But-" I stop. "Not buts, now c'mon." Sting puts me in the passenger side of his truck and sting gets into the driver's side. Sting drives us to the hospital and parks. We both get out and enter. "Are you visiting or here to get someone checked out?" The lady at the front desk said. "We're visiting." Sting replied. "Okay, who are you visiting today?" The lady asked him. "Darby Allin." Sting waits for a reply. "Okay, he's in room 201." The lady replies. Sting nods and we walk down the hallway until we find room 201. We find it and open the door. Darby's head was stitched up. I immediately went to the chair in the corner. "Come here." Sting looks over at me. Darby stays quiet, but he looks at me as well. "Er, I don't want too." I bounce my leg. Sting stands up and grabs my arm. "C'mon." He drags me over to Darby. Darby looks at the both of us, confused. "Sting?" Darby looks at him, Darby sounds very tired. "Yes Darby?" Sting listens very carefully to his words. "Why is she even here? She doesn't care about m-" Darby stops. "Nuh uh, she cares about you very much." Sting states. "Sting! No I don't! You literally dragged me here." I cross my arms. "Mhm. Says the one who helped Darby in his fight and picked him up and set him on the stretcher even though you struggled." Sting smirks. "Oh shut you're mouth it doesn't mean anything." I growl. Darby smirks at me then at Sting. "Still the same attitude, huh?" Darby grins. "Yup." Sting laughs. "Delilah just- at least touch his hand." Sting looks at me then Darby's hand. "Uhm, no. Our hands touched only one time and that was for a reason."  I huff. Sting rolls his eyes and snatches my taped up hand and puts it on Darby's. "Sting! I'm so going to kill you!" I remove my hand from Darby's and punch him lightly in the arm. I winced at the pain that shot through me when I hit him. "You alright?" Sting looks at me. "Yeah I'm fine it's just my hand."  I move my hand a bit. Darby grabs my wrist, pulling the tape down enough to where he can see my knuckles. "It's bruised and it's scabbing, you're going to be fine, but it will be sore." Darby pulls the tape back over my knuckles. "Damn, genius." I roll my eyes. "Delilah! He was trying to help." Sting looks at Darby then me. The room goes quiet. I bite my lip softly as Darby and Sting both we're staring at me. "Delilah. Hug him, he's in the hospital because he tried protecting you." Sting says softly. "Sting-" I stop. "No you are going to hug him." Sting growls. "I'm still going to take it as my fault." I mumble. Darby groans, sitting up. "Darby take it easy." Sting helps him set up on the bed. "Now hug him." Sting says, looking at the two of us. I swallow and then I hesitate for a moment. "I can't wait any longer." Sting says, standing up. Sting walks behind me and wraps his hands around my arms, stretching them out to look like I'm going in to hug Darby. "Sting i-" I go to move my arms but then I stop. "Nope, now." Sting pushes me gently, making me walk over to Darby. "Hug him." Sting says. "Hug him.." Sting growls. I roll my eyes and I wrapped my arms around Darby. Darby wrapped his arms around me. I immediately felt safe. I pulled away quickly. "See, not that bad." Sting states. "You forced me. I didn't like it that much when Im being forced." I glare at sting. "What-" sting stops. The nurse walks in. "Mr. Allin you're ready to leave." The nurse gives him a smile. I give the nurse a weird glare as soon as she started looking at me weirdly. "Uh, Delilah, do you mind helping me down?" Darby looks at me, I immediately got what he was doing and played along. "Oh yeah sure." I look up to see the nurses reaction, she looked pissed. I wrap my arm around Darby's shoulder and Darby wraps his around my waist. We jump off the bed at the same time. I felt like I was holding up all of Darby's weight on my back. I struggled for a bit until we got to the truck. "I call dibs on riding in the back of the truck!" I yell before Darby could. "Damn it I wanted dibs." Darby huffs. "I swear, y'all act like children, you both can ride in the back, there's enough room." Sting states. "Alright fine." I roll my eyes, pushing Darby gently since I knew he was hurt still. I get into the back of the truck as Darby does the same. Sting starts driving back to the arena. I was curled up, laying down in the back, trying to sleep. Across from be was Darby yelling and laughing like a maniac. "Shut up I'm trying to sleep." I punch Darby in his leg gently. Darby rolls his eyes and stays quiet. It wasn't long before I had fallen asleep. A few minutes later Sting started shaking me "Wake up Delilah." Sting shakes me more. "Im up." I rub my eyes. I see Darby sleeping across from me. "Can you wake him up and drive him home? I don't feel like doing it." Sting looks at Darby. "Oh yeah." I get out of the truck and run inside the arena really quickly and grab my skateboard and run back out. "Darby. Psst, hey." I whisper, shaking and tapping Darby gently. "Mmh." Darby groans. "C'mon. I know you're tired." I whisper. Darby rubs his eyes, getting up. "I'll drive you home." I state. "My house is like five minutes from here-" I stop. "Can I stay at you're house..I'm really tired and I don't feel like going home." Darby says, sleepily. "Of course." I look down. "C'mon." I help him out of the truck and into the passenger side of my car. I get into the driver's side and start the car. I start driving to my house. Five minutes later I pull up to my house. I look over to see Darby halfway asleep. "C'mon Darby, we're here." I get out of the car and Darby does the same. We start walking to my front door and I unlock it. I let Darby in first then I walk in behind him. I close and lock my door. "I'll show you my room." I state, running upstairs. I open my room door. "You can sleep on one side of the bed, I'll sleep on the other, I don't move that much so I won't end up in you're arms, I promise." I laugh. Darby just shrugs and walks into the room and lays on one side of the bed. I lay on the other, facing away from him and I fall asleep.