Significance (Significance #1)(35)

I tried to stall without being obvious. The blood in my veins screamed for me to run. I decided to play it off easy.
“Oh, I left my phone. I need to grab it so I can reach my father later or he’ll freak and call the cops or something,” I muttered and rubbed my eyes, trying to seem like I was just upset and forgetful.
“Nah. You can use mine. It’s ok. Come on, let’s go.”
“No, I’ll just grab it really quick. I don’t know any of the numbers because they're in my phone, so. It’s right by the door.”
I turned to go and he grabbed the hood of my jacket, yanking me back and slamming me into the side of the car. “Dang. We were so close, Maggie. So close to the easy way.” He came right into my face, but didn’t touch me. “What gave it away, huh? I was about to shed tears if that’s what it took to get you in this car. What was it?” he asked mockingly.
The driver got out and came around the car as I stayed silent. He was a young guy like Marcus, one of them from the movie theater that day that I went with Kyle. He smiled at me when he took his place beside Marcus.
“Get in the car, Maggie,” Marcus barked. I shook my head no. “I’m prepared to feel the burn of the offense mark to get your pretty little behind in this car. So. Easy way or hard way?”
I just stood there and looked at them. I had no way to get out of it, none at all. I glanced between them several times and when he sighed, I knew my stalling was over.
“It hurts you, too, doesn’t it? Do you really want to do this?” he asked as he stepped forward another inch, almost touching me.
I stayed silent again, but remembered something Caleb had said to me about calling to him. That if I was distressed, he could tell and would know something was wrong and come running. So I did. I yelled his name in my mind loud and long.
Caleb! Help! Caleb!
“All right.”
He grabbed my arm and I felt the burn and jolt of revolt on my skin. He winced and gritted his teeth, but held on as he tried to push me into the open car door. I attempted to pull free, but he tightened a grip and pulled harder. So I kicked him in the shin and pushed off the door to run. He howled, grabbed my wrist and gave me a red hot glare that would scare any man.
Then he reached his free arm back and slapped me across my cheek.
I’d never been hit before, and didn’t care for it, but I assumed it probably hurt worse than it normally would have because I got a zing through my cheek to warn him off as well as the pain from the slap. My vision spotted for a second with white hazy stars. It felt almost like I’d blacked out and then regained consciousness. He was still pushing me into the door and I just refused to take it. I started screaming, in my mind and out of my mouth.
“Shut up!” Marcus yelled.
“Shut her up and get her in the car, now!” the other guy yelled louder.
I was surprised no one had come outside to see what was going on yet.
“Help! Let me go! Help!”
No use. No one peeked or looked and I couldn’t fight him any longer. Just as he placed me in the car door I remembered something. Something triggered, rather, in my mind. A flash of something crossed before my eyes and I found myself doing some strange roundabout kick thing and saw Marcus go down to the grass on his back.
“What the—” Marcus said as he looked up at me in disgust.
“Quit messing around! Get her in the car!” the guy yelled and came around to help. He grabbed my arm and jumped back, screaming as I felt the jolt ripple through my skin. “Ah! Crap! You weren’t joking, man. That frigging hurts like hell.”Marcus jumped up at the same time that I sprung from the car. He came forward and my mind took over. The first flash vision I saw was a punch and then a block. Then another of a back hand punch then a side kick. I had no idea what they were called, but I knew exactly what it was.
Karate.
Kyle’s father had taught me karate that day and I was skeptical, but no more. It was amazing. My brain was literally teaching me karate as I went along. And when Marcus reached for my arm, I used it on him. It was like watching a movie. I didn’t control it, I just did it.
I heard screeching tires from behind us and peeked to see a black car and a SUV slam to a stop on the curb across the street, but I didn’t stop fighting, couldn’t.
When I looked back, Marcus was on the ground and his friend was coming for me again. He wrapped his arms around my middle from behind and yelped at the pain from my touch but held on as he tried to drag me to the open car door. I saw Marcus get up as I heard yelling and slamming doors behind me. I knew this was it.
I drop kicked the guy’s shin with my heel and he threw me to the ground as he yelled. I scrambled up and threw my leg up into the air as my top half went lower. I kicked him square across the face and he went down hard with a grunt and curse onto the grass. Marcus cursed, too, and took off running, leaving his comrade behind and the Audi’s tires squealed as he peeled out. The driver of the black car took off after him in the same flurry.
I turned to see Caleb, his father, Kyle’s father and several others running towards me.
“Caleb,” I said and saw everything go dark as I fell in sudden exhaustion. Warm arms caught me and hugged me tightly to a warm body, burying my face in his chest. “Caleb.”
“I’m here.”
“You’re alive,” I squeaked and muffled. I started to cry in relief. “You’re ok.”
“Of course I am.” I felt the push of his mind peeking in mine, the fuzzy tingle. “Ah,” he said with sudden realization and his tone changed from relief to anger, “that’s how he got you out here. He told you I was killed by his father...and you believed him.”
I opened my eyes to peek through my hair to see others standing over us as he held me in his lap on the ground. A couple of them were loading Marcus’s friend into the SUV while a couple others searched my yard and the street.
When I turned my face up to look at him, Caleb pushed my hair back and kissed my forehead. When he leaned back he growled and several others made similar noises of anger, groans and grunts.
“He hit you,” Caleb growled angrily.
I touched my cheek, forgetting. It burned when my fingers brushed it. I imagined I had several of those marks all over me from the way they both fought to get me into the car. And of course, they were going to see them sooner than later. 
“Here.” He took off my jacket and almost exploded with anger at seeing all the black hands, fingers and grab marks all over my arms and hands. His whole body shook and he stared at me with wide eyes and disgust written all over his face. At first I thought it was because they’d touched me. I was tainted or something, but he shook his head and held my cheek in his palm, covering the black mark from Marcus’s swift hand. “No. I’m disgusted because they hurt you. I wasn’t here, couldn’t get here fast enough, and they hurt you.”
Peter put his hand on Caleb’s shoulder and he nodded and took a deep breath. His dad helped him remove his jacket and he wrapped it around me.
“We better get out of here before your dad comes. Someone had to have heard something.”
He lifted me in his arms easily and I clung to his neck as his touch took the pain. I saw Kyle’s father standing among the few around us.
“You saved me,” I told him, remembering how he’d ‘taught’ me karate.
“I saw that,” he said and smiled, placing a hand on my arm. “But you saved yourself, I just taught you how. Nice form by the way.”
Despite it all I chuckled and winced at a slight pain in my stomach. Caleb’s grimace got even tighter, if possible.
“Let’s go.”
We all piled into the SUV, with me on Caleb’s lap still, and made our way to Kyle’s house. Even with Caleb holding me, I still felt odd. Drained and foggy, like after the echo dream, but I couldn’t get my mind to focus on that because my Caleb was right here.
I stared up at him and wanted to just burst with happiness at the knowledge that he was ok. More than ok, he came to save me, just like he said he would. Granted he came a little late, not his fault, but if he hadn’t come, Marcus wouldn’t have run off like that and I might still be out there fighting them or worse, in his car.
Caleb’s mind was cluttered with anger and guilt and general madness. I wasn’t touching his skin because of his heavy jacket so, even though the car was full of uncles, I reached up and touched his cheek. He startled at the contact and sighed loudly at the sudden release of anger. He looked at me and I looked back at him. He leaned over to rest his head against mine.
“You were amazing. Even I can’t kick that high.”
I wanted to laugh but it hurt so I smiled instead. “Yeah. That teaching karate into my mind thing was pretty handy.”
I saw Kyle’s father smile in his peripheral beside us.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Maggie.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“But we knew he was after you, we just didn’t know why. I should have stayed or left someone with you.”
The short ride to Kyle’s house was over and Caleb lifted me into his arms as we exited the backseat and passed through the squeaky gate. I noticed they had the same filigree lined fence with half-moons set in intervals as Caleb’s house did.
Kyle ran outside and his eyes bulged when he saw me. Great, one more person to feel guilty.