I turned to go but he had already rounded me so that he was in front of me again.

My gaze travelled over him. He looked so immovable, and I knew I was not getting around him. My attention lowered to his naked chest and the small amount of blood splattered across his abs.

I had to remind myself that it is was not his blood, so I did not reach out in need to help him.

Then a faint sound of sirens filled the night air. They sounded far away but not too far that it did not send an urge of panic through my body.

I looked at his face again and he either had not heard them or he did not care. It must have been the second option because the sirens started to sound closer.

"Chase called the police." I let out and I was still surprised at the lack of emotion present in my voice "That is why I came. To warn you."

"I don't care."

"You have better things to worry about than me." I stated the obvious with a humourless laugh.

"No. I fucking don't." He growled, "Nothing is more important to me than you."

The wailing repetitive noise got louder and louder until I saw blue and red lights flashing in the far distance.

"Do something. Say something." He said.

"Like what?" I harshly replied, "What do you want me to do?"

"Shout at me. Scream at me. Hit me." He moved closer as his voice deepened "Just do something."

"I don't want to hit you." I answered softly and truthfully, looking at the bruises on his face and his stomach and wincing.

"Do something." His voice raised slightly, and he sounded more desperate than ever.

"Fine." I replied, "You want me to do something?"

In my hands were still my pair of green converse that I took off to go onto the sand. I raised one of the shoes and with all the anger built in me, I chucked it straight at him.

It bounced right off him. Just under his chest area. He did not even flinch and that made me angrier, so I threw the remaining jade coloured shoe at him.

This throw was not that powerful because I did not intend it to be. Even with my undeniable fury and the knowledge that nothing I could do was a match for his strength, I still did not want to hurt him.

"I love you." He expressed before affirming "There is no end to our story."

"Story? Is that the analogy we are using?" I tried to keep my voice level and emotionless, but I failed because my tone was spiteful.

His jaw ticked and his hands clenched and unclenched like he wanted to reach for me. Like he wanted to chain and force me to stay by his side.