:All You'll Ever Need: -- Beach

Des was like a deer stuck in headlights, so in shock of what had just occurred…all of it that she was still comprehending it when he spoke, smirking like he was proud or something. ”I…I’m sorry!” the tremor in her voice still evident and she shifted forward some, wincing as the act caused one of her multiple bruises to act though she didn’t think anything was broken though her head was hurting like crazy. Looking at the blood trail across his cheek where he’d rubbed his hand, Des shook her head not knowing if she’d been the one to cause that or one of the guys. ”Did I do that?” Concern evident as she took his hand timidly, nodding as he mentioned the truck, gods she was more than ready to get out of this black pit of hell. Moving slowly, aching all over, Des paused as they reached the edge of the back of the Escalade, eyes of brown one already swelling, glancing at the ground where Derek and Mark were both laying.

She didn’t want to get out of the suv, realizing as she got to where the wind could reach her that she was more bared then clothed, cheeks flushing in embarrassment as she looked at the ground again, avoiding the two men, as she spoke. ”Thank you.” she hadn’t looked at him since he’d gotten out of the large black suv but as she heard him talk on the phone she glanced up and when he did another gasp formed, noticing the blood on his shirt and how it pooled from his side. She managed to keep from saying anything till he hung up the phone but as soon as he did she erupted. ”You’re hurt!” Voice wailing as she reached towards him, buzzing around him even forgetting for the moment her own predicament and her lack of attire. ”Oh my god your bleeding, bad. Elden!” She wasn’t going to faint but the worry that she’d caused this again surfacing and she felt another wave of hysterics coming, god she hated being a woman at the moment.

”This is all my fault, I should’ve never left the complex, I should’ve never left school…all this for a stupid date at prom?!” Hand waving around, revealing she’d gotten a good chunk or two of skin under her nails and they are bloody from broken or split cuticles from the fight. Shaking now she hovered, wanting to go close to him but scared of causing more pain then she’d already inflected; scared she’d some how cause another attack, over all just scared. Jimmy moaned causing Desiree to jump, literally, eyes going wide as she heard the sound of sirens in the background. They’d be here in another ten or so minutes, and Des wasn’t even sure she could face them, she wasn’t even sure she could face El. He was safe, well sorta, but he’d been hurt and it was her fault, what if he was mad at her? The what ifs were overwhelming and she finally closed her eyes to keep them all from overpowering her, crossing arms over her laced bra and hugging herself tight shivering. It was suddenly really cold out.