Wild Man
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Not again.
We’d had enough. We’d both had e-fucking- nough.
“You got what you deserved,” I told him quietly and he stared at me. “No.” I shook my head again. “You didn’t. You didn’t get what you deserved. If you got what you deserved you wouldn’t be breathing.”
He moved closer to me, gun raised pointed at me but I kept my eyes steady on his and moved back as he moved toward me.
“You hurt her, you destroyed her,” I told him, still moving back as he moved forward, his crazy-as-shit eyes riveted to me. “You ended her. This world isn’t right because you’re breathing and she isn’t.”
I hit wall and had to stop and he stopped with me.
“Take off your clothes,” he said yet again.
“No. No way. You aren’t going to touch me. No way.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Shoot me. Do it. I’d rather die than have your filthy hands on me.”
“Take off… your… clothes. ”
I shook my head and kept my eyes on him.
Then I whispered, “No.”
Then I moved.
Bending double, I went right at him as the next gunshot sounded loud in the room and I didn’t know where it went I just knew it didn’t go into me.
Then I hit him in the middle with the top of my head.
This was not a bright move. I should have paid more attention to all the football my boys forced me to watch. I should have caught him with my shoulder. Hitting him with my head sent my head into my neck and pain jolted through my neck and down my spine.
But I kept going, shoving him back, I felt his hand clenching in my jacket as my hand went out to his gun arm. Another shot was fired but it went wide because I was pushing his arm away. Then he hit wall and another jolt of pain rammed down my neck and spine, he squeezed off another round accidentally but I had my hand on his wrist and the gun was still pointed away.
I righted and started grappling for the gun.
It sucked, he was old but he still was a match for me. Shit. I needed to do more kick-boxing.
Our fight forced off another round, the gun pointed up with our arms as I pushed with all my weight and strength to keep him in the wall at the same time keeping the gun pointed away.
Then I realized I wasn’t making any noise.
So I started shouting, screaming, shrieking. I didn’t even know what I was shrieking, it might not have been words, it might have been nothing but noise but no one could mistake the fear in it. No one could. Anyone hearing it would call the cops.
I hoped.
“Shut up,” he demanded.
“Fuck you! ” I screeched.
“Shut up! ” he screamed and that was when I realized I should have paid attention to his left hand as well as his right for he clocked me right on the jaw.
Pain radiated from my jaw up through my skull and my head and body jerked to the side but luckily I kept hold of his gun arm.
Then I started shrieking again but I learned quickly. When he tried to punch me again, I ducked and he missed. His momentum took him sideways and I pushed forward, wedging him at an awkward position, both arms to the side.
“Fuckin’ bitch! Fuckin’ cunt! ” he yelled, struggling, trying to right his body.
I kept pressing my weight into him as hard as I could, having trouble keeping him turned to the side, still screeching as loud as I could. I moved my hand down toward the gun, curling it around his, shoving my finger into the trigger.
“Fuckin’ bitch! Fuckin’, f**kin’ cunt! ” he shouted, his struggles intensifying, I wasn’t going to be able to hold him long.
I pressed the trigger.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Over and over as I pushed him into the wall and he fought back until the clip was spent, no more bullets.
Thank God.
I instantly let him go, turned and started to run.
He caught me by my hair, yanking me back, pain, God, so much f**king pain exuding from my scalp, my neck wrenched and I cried out in agony.
He got close, his leg swiping both mine out from under me and I fell hard to my hip.
Then he was on me.
I started shrieking again, shrieking and fighting, pushing, kicking out with my legs, scratching. My fingernails scored down his face, blood oozing instantly from the three wounds I cut in his flesh, he reared back reflexively and I shot up with him, planting a foot, I rolled him to his back.
At this point, maybe I should have got up and ran.
But I didn’t.
I sat up to straddling him and hit him hard, as hard as I could, fist balled; I punched him in the face.
He grunted in pain and his head shot to the side when I did.
And he didn’t right it before I punched him again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Then I wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed.
“You f**king dick,” I whispered as I squeezed, his hands at my wrists trying to pull mine away, I put my entire body weight into my arms, everything I had in me I transferred to my fingers and I… squeezed… hard. “You f**king, f**king dick. ” His body bucked, his feet kicked out, trying to push me off but I kept my focus, kept my place and kept squeezing.
“You took Bree’s beautiful future, you are not gonna take mine. ”
I squeezed harder.
He started gagging.
I kept squeezing.
I watched his face turn purple as his mouth started opening and closing, his body stopped bucking and started jerking.
I kept squeezing.
I didn’t hear the front door crash open and I didn’t hear the pounding boots of men’s feet on floorboards.
I just kept squeezing.
Then I wasn’t straddling him anymore. I was up and my back was plastered to a hard male body, my wrists captured and wrapped around the front of me and lips came to my ear as I watched my attacker suck in air, hands to his throat as a tall, dark-haired man with a badge at his belt stood pointing a gun down at him.
“You’re safe,” those lips whispered in my ear. “I’m Hawk, Gwen’s man and you’re safe Tess.”
My body, tense and wired, stayed that way for long moments then it sagged in his arms, my legs going clean out from under me but he held me up and he held me close against his solid warmth.
“You’re safe, Tess,” he whispered again in my ear.
I nodded mutely, my eyes on the dark-haired man who was using his boot to kick my attacker to his stomach then he crouched down, knee in his back, pulling cuffs out of a holder on the belt of his jeans, yanking my attacker’s hands behind him and cuffing them.
We’d had enough. We’d both had e-fucking- nough.
“You got what you deserved,” I told him quietly and he stared at me. “No.” I shook my head again. “You didn’t. You didn’t get what you deserved. If you got what you deserved you wouldn’t be breathing.”
He moved closer to me, gun raised pointed at me but I kept my eyes steady on his and moved back as he moved toward me.
“You hurt her, you destroyed her,” I told him, still moving back as he moved forward, his crazy-as-shit eyes riveted to me. “You ended her. This world isn’t right because you’re breathing and she isn’t.”
I hit wall and had to stop and he stopped with me.
“Take off your clothes,” he said yet again.
“No. No way. You aren’t going to touch me. No way.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“Shoot me. Do it. I’d rather die than have your filthy hands on me.”
“Take off… your… clothes. ”
I shook my head and kept my eyes on him.
Then I whispered, “No.”
Then I moved.
Bending double, I went right at him as the next gunshot sounded loud in the room and I didn’t know where it went I just knew it didn’t go into me.
Then I hit him in the middle with the top of my head.
This was not a bright move. I should have paid more attention to all the football my boys forced me to watch. I should have caught him with my shoulder. Hitting him with my head sent my head into my neck and pain jolted through my neck and down my spine.
But I kept going, shoving him back, I felt his hand clenching in my jacket as my hand went out to his gun arm. Another shot was fired but it went wide because I was pushing his arm away. Then he hit wall and another jolt of pain rammed down my neck and spine, he squeezed off another round accidentally but I had my hand on his wrist and the gun was still pointed away.
I righted and started grappling for the gun.
It sucked, he was old but he still was a match for me. Shit. I needed to do more kick-boxing.
Our fight forced off another round, the gun pointed up with our arms as I pushed with all my weight and strength to keep him in the wall at the same time keeping the gun pointed away.
Then I realized I wasn’t making any noise.
So I started shouting, screaming, shrieking. I didn’t even know what I was shrieking, it might not have been words, it might have been nothing but noise but no one could mistake the fear in it. No one could. Anyone hearing it would call the cops.
I hoped.
“Shut up,” he demanded.
“Fuck you! ” I screeched.
“Shut up! ” he screamed and that was when I realized I should have paid attention to his left hand as well as his right for he clocked me right on the jaw.
Pain radiated from my jaw up through my skull and my head and body jerked to the side but luckily I kept hold of his gun arm.
Then I started shrieking again but I learned quickly. When he tried to punch me again, I ducked and he missed. His momentum took him sideways and I pushed forward, wedging him at an awkward position, both arms to the side.
“Fuckin’ bitch! Fuckin’ cunt! ” he yelled, struggling, trying to right his body.
I kept pressing my weight into him as hard as I could, having trouble keeping him turned to the side, still screeching as loud as I could. I moved my hand down toward the gun, curling it around his, shoving my finger into the trigger.
“Fuckin’ bitch! Fuckin’, f**kin’ cunt! ” he shouted, his struggles intensifying, I wasn’t going to be able to hold him long.
I pressed the trigger.
Bam!
Bam!
Bam!
Over and over as I pushed him into the wall and he fought back until the clip was spent, no more bullets.
Thank God.
I instantly let him go, turned and started to run.
He caught me by my hair, yanking me back, pain, God, so much f**king pain exuding from my scalp, my neck wrenched and I cried out in agony.
He got close, his leg swiping both mine out from under me and I fell hard to my hip.
Then he was on me.
I started shrieking again, shrieking and fighting, pushing, kicking out with my legs, scratching. My fingernails scored down his face, blood oozing instantly from the three wounds I cut in his flesh, he reared back reflexively and I shot up with him, planting a foot, I rolled him to his back.
At this point, maybe I should have got up and ran.
But I didn’t.
I sat up to straddling him and hit him hard, as hard as I could, fist balled; I punched him in the face.
He grunted in pain and his head shot to the side when I did.
And he didn’t right it before I punched him again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
Then I wrapped my hands around his neck and squeezed.
“You f**king dick,” I whispered as I squeezed, his hands at my wrists trying to pull mine away, I put my entire body weight into my arms, everything I had in me I transferred to my fingers and I… squeezed… hard. “You f**king, f**king dick. ” His body bucked, his feet kicked out, trying to push me off but I kept my focus, kept my place and kept squeezing.
“You took Bree’s beautiful future, you are not gonna take mine. ”
I squeezed harder.
He started gagging.
I kept squeezing.
I watched his face turn purple as his mouth started opening and closing, his body stopped bucking and started jerking.
I kept squeezing.
I didn’t hear the front door crash open and I didn’t hear the pounding boots of men’s feet on floorboards.
I just kept squeezing.
Then I wasn’t straddling him anymore. I was up and my back was plastered to a hard male body, my wrists captured and wrapped around the front of me and lips came to my ear as I watched my attacker suck in air, hands to his throat as a tall, dark-haired man with a badge at his belt stood pointing a gun down at him.
“You’re safe,” those lips whispered in my ear. “I’m Hawk, Gwen’s man and you’re safe Tess.”
My body, tense and wired, stayed that way for long moments then it sagged in his arms, my legs going clean out from under me but he held me up and he held me close against his solid warmth.
“You’re safe, Tess,” he whispered again in my ear.
I nodded mutely, my eyes on the dark-haired man who was using his boot to kick my attacker to his stomach then he crouched down, knee in his back, pulling cuffs out of a holder on the belt of his jeans, yanking my attacker’s hands behind him and cuffing them.
