26(2): The masked savior

Chapter twenty six:

I watched as the masked figure, the mysterious fighter who had intervened to save us from harm, slowly removed his mask, revealing the face beneath. As the fabric fell away, a gasp escaped my lips, as we beheld the identity of our unexpected savior. It was Scott.

He greeted my mom and asked to speak with me. I followed him to a quiet corner and waited for him to talk.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong. I should never have laid a hand on you. It was out of line, and I regret it more than you'll ever know. I let my temper get the best of me. There's no excuse for violence, especially towards someone I care about."

He paused for a moment waiting for a reply but I didn't say anything. But Scott wasn't finished. He took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were approaching a wounded animal.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking since then, replaying the moment in my head over and over again. I understand if you never want to speak to me again but