Page 49 of Beg Me

I focus on the metal rod. I will get it. I reach my hand out, not caring if he sees, thankfully he ignores it as he moans behind me. Thrusting into me. He thrusts hard and it pushes me forward just enough to grip the piece of metal.

I clutch the cold hard piece of steel in my hand. Before he can thrust again, I pull my hips forward and stand, turn, and stab the metal rod through his chest. His eyes go wide as he looks at me and then down at the long piece of steel sticking out of him.

Blood starts to pool on his shirt. He coughs and I feel the ruby red drops land on my face. I wipe at them, hating the feeling of it on me.

“What the fuck!?” Gabe screams before he tackles me to the ground.

My head slams off the concrete making me see stars. The world is fuzzy but I feel Gabe’s hands wrap around my neck. Reaching my hands out frantically looking for the other pieces of metal around here, my fingertips graze one. I grab it and slam it against his head.

He falls off me, his hands both cling to his head where I see blood starting to pool.

I jump up again.

“I told you you would fucking die tonight you pieces of shit,” I scream as I back up.

They all start to circle me but I keep my back away from them as I slowly move away from them. I am not letting them touch me again.

Josh lunges for me and I swing the metal wildly. Adrenaline takes over my body and I hit him in the ribs. He grabs his side and falls to the floor.

“Fucking WHORE!!!” He shouts from the ground grabbing at his side. I’m positive I hit him with enough force to break one.

Blake runs for me. He jumps to tackle me but I leap out of the way dodging him. His body falls to the ground with a satisfying thud. I stand over the top of him and smash the metal down on him, over and over and over again. He stops moving.

I see his chest rise and fall, fuck he’s still alive. I raise my arm to stab him with my new best friend in my hand and see Gabe start to stand.

Fear rushes through me. No way can I take out all three of them again. I’m already starting to shake from exhaustion.

Fuck, I have to get out of here.

Before the rest of them can get up, I take off running. I grip the steel rod in my hand like it is my only lifeline. My limp slows me down but I push through it. I have to get away from them.

I run into the empty desert and don’t stop.

I run until I can’t move anymore.

My body collapses and I fall in the dirt.

The buildings are a tiny spec in the distance. I crawl behind a big rock curling in on myself, and just listen.

All I can hear is the racing of my heartbeat, and the heavy breaths as I try to calm myself down.

My leg begins to throb again. The adrenaline from the fight wearing off. I can feel every scratch, every cut, every bruise. My body is nothing but pain.

Existence is pain.

All I know is pain.

I lay my head back on the rock, and close my eyes.

Chapter 30

Zander

Ihear engines outside, a lot of them. Then hear footsteps as the club runs in. All of them hold weapons.

Brit holds a shotgun. Ven has two knives in his hands. Handguns fill the rest of their grips. I smile at the sight.

“You all look like fucking superheroes right now,” I say, still gripping the man on the ground by his hair.

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