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I toss him to the ground. He goes down with a grunt. He tries to get up, but I’m on him before he even has the chance.
“You are sick.” I smash my fist into his face. “You're an evil, vile monster.” Another punch. “What kind of fucked up person touches children! He was a boy! And you hurt him! You touched him! You fucking raped him!” Tears are spilling down my cheeks as I hurt for the boy Elijah once was. The pain he went through, the fear he felt. All the time, he was alone and felt like he couldn’t go to anyone for help.
“Get off him!” a female voice screams. “I called the cops. They’re on their way.”
She tries to grab me, but I push her off me. She falls to the ground, staring up at me with fearful eyes. I leave her now, bleeding husband groaning on the floor as blood drips from my fist. I stand over her before crouching down.
“I know what you did,” I say, voice low and cold. “You and your husband teaming up on young boys, working together to manipulate and abuse kids who trusted you. Who looked up to you. You hurt him. You hurt my Eli.”
As soon as I say his name, I can see the recognition in her eyes.
“W-we didn’t do anything! Whatever he said was a lie!” she stammers out.
“Don’t you fucking dare call him a liar!” I shout back in her face. “He pinned him down, taking what he wanted while you did the same. You're sick. You're disgusting. And the both of you should be squished off the earth like the cockroaches you are.”
I didn’t hear the sirens, didn’t know the cops had shown up until they burst into the building. “Stop!” they shout. “Put your hands up and back away from the woman!”
With one last curl of my lip, giving her a menacing smile, I raise my hands in surrender and back away.
My gaze flicks over to the man groaning on the ground, and I spit on his body. “Fucking trash,” I seethe.
“Get on your knees!” the cops demand. “Hands behind your back.”
I do as I’m told, not wanting to give them a fight. I had my man to get back to. I wasn’t going to do anything more to put myself at risk.
These fuckers won’t get anything from me. I have more money, more fucking power than these sick fucks. My lawyer is one of the best. I’ll be fine.
These two, on the other hand, not so much. I hope Eli doesn’t hate me for this, but now, I hope this gives the authorities the opportunity to open up a case against them.
Because I have a feeling that if they looked deep enough, they would find one too many skeletons in their closet.
The officers come in and cuff me, reading me my rights. I don’t listen; my eyes are locked on the pathetic excuse of a human on the ground.
They pull me to my feet and guide me outside.
People are on the sidewalks watching, their wide eyes and whispering stares following me as I’m being led towards the police car.
Panic hits me, not because I’m being arrested, but because I don’t want Eli to be left alone. I promised I’d be back. I can’t break that promise.
Just as I’m being shoved into the back of the car, I see Laney pull up outside the studio, and I relax just a little bit, knowing my boy won’t be alone.
As I’m being taken to the station, an odd calm takes over me.
A sick joy fills me knowing I got to beat the shit out of that fucker, the feeling of my fist pounding against his flesh felt amazing.
I just hope Eli doesn’t hate me for it.
He’s been carrying this pain for too long on his own. It’s time he gives that over to someone else. It’s time he lets the people who love him take care of him, be there for him, and help get the justice he deserves.
Chapter 22
Delaney
I’m on my way to Eli’s studio to check in on him. He’s been working so hard to get this place up and running that sometimes he forgets to take care of himself.
He hasn’t been answering his phone, so I’m assuming it’s because he’s probably elbow deep in paint.
Still, the worry doesn’t shake me when I can’t get a hold of him.
