Page 84 of Objection
“911, what’s your emergency?” The voice asked from the other end of the line.
“22657 Northeast Willow Tree Lane. Break in. Broken restraining order against David Gershaw. Police and ambulance needed asap,” I whispered into the phone.
“Sir, please stay on the line, we are sending help.”
“Thank you.” I kept the phone on, but left it at the top of the staircase. I needed to be smart. I couldn’t run in there all anger and no weapon. I had no idea what was happening.
I heard the crash of glass and all thought left me.
“You fucking worthless piece of shit!” His voice yelled. I heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, heard Posey whimper and I saw red.
I threw open her door, but the sight I was met with, was so far worse than I could have imagined.
David stood over her, her body laying battered on the floor beneath him. The door to her bathroom was splintered and she lay there shaking, bloodied, and afraid. She was perfectly silent. He was not.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the pretty, rich boy wonder. I’m getting her all warmed up for you,” he sneered. Christ almighty. Her clothes were torn to shreds, absolutely none of it covering her in any real way. Her eyes wouldn’t lift to mine, staying focused on him. Well, on his hands.
The gun hung loosely in his grasp, and I felt my heart skip a beat. He had a gun on her? His hands on her?
“The one and only. David, we can do this one of two ways,” I spoke gently, carefully.
“You’re right. We can do this my way, where you watch while I show Posey here how a real Dom can be, or we can do this the hard way,” he taunted, drawing the gun on me. “Where I blow your brains out and still beat the fuck out of her and use her body next to your bloody corpse. Either way works for me.”
My stomach rolled. This man was so far past what I had thought. This was what she dealt with? This was the man she ran from? My God, the strength of this woman.
“Let’s just calm down here. It looks like you’ve already gotten some swings in. So, what is it you really want? Money? I have money. If you leave now, we won’t pursue you. We won’t say a word. No one has to know.” The empty promises fell from my lips with as much calmness as I could muster, trying to hide my own fear. I didn’t want him to feel any more powerful than he already did. The key was to keep him at this level. To keep him feeling in just enough control that he could walk away, but not enough to stroke his ego and urge him further.
The carpet beneath Posey’s head was turning red. All I wanted to do was get her as far away from this man as possible. I looked around the room, looking for any advantage I could find. I stepped forward.
“Stop right there. Don’t you dare come closer,” David yelled, his finger poised on the trigger. Posey cried from beneath him, her body shaking, trying to stay silent. Good girl.
“Let’s just talk, man,” I tried again.
“Nah, I’m through talking.” David reared his leg back and kicked Posey with all the force he could muster, straight to the stomach. I swear I heard her ribs break.
I was lurching forward before I could think a single thought.
I hit him with all the downward force I could muster in my hand, knocking the gun from his hand, just barely.
“You piece of —”
My opposite fist stopped his words, hitting him square in the mouth. But I wasn’t prepared for him to recover so fast. He pulled something from his back pocket, and I felt the searing pain before I knew what was happening.
He had pulled a knife.
“No!!!!!!” Posey’s scream from below us rang out.
Just as the sound of a gunshot rang out.
I looked into David’s eyes.
He looked into mine.
The knife clattered to the ground.
Just before he did.
Deep red blood spread from his gut, moving outward at an alarming rate. His body lay half over Posey’s body.
