Page 120 of Play of Love
His lust-filled eyes made me feel sick. “You, sweet thing,” he replied, his smile widening.
“Leave me alone.” I tried to step past him, but he blocked me. I tried again, to the other side, but he backed me into the wall.
“Those titties of yours sure look good.” He looked at my breasts and licked his lips, making my feel like I’d throw up. “Let’s see if that boyfriend of yours will stop me from fucking you.”
He grabbed me before I could even scream, placing one hand over my mouth and the other holding me against the wall. My scream came out as a muffled cry that no one would hear, and tears poured out of my eyes.
Fear and terror gripped me threatening to paralyze me but I didn’t allow it to. Adrenaline kicked in, and the need for survival made me lash out at him, much to his surprise. His shift in movement gave me the chance to bite down on his hand with all the strength I had in me. I then followed that with a knee to his balls that made him double over momentarily as he released me.
“Scott!” I called for Scott as loud as I could, over and over again, in the few seconds that I had before the creep grabbed me again, now angered by my retaliation.
“You fucking bitch!” He grabbed my arm and tried to drag me towards the door, but he didn’t get as far as he hoped. Scott charged in and grabbed him around his neck. I stumbled to the floor from the impact, hurting my elbows as I landed. Scott roared as he picked the man up, and raised him into the air as if he weighed nothing and as though he wasn’t nearly as tall or big as Scott was. Scott then heaved him through the door and ran outside to finish him off. I had never seen Scott look so angry. He was like a wild animal ready to kill.
I gathered myself and rushed out to see him pummeling the guy into the dirt as the man was screaming, begging him to stop.
“I told you not to fuck with my woman! You’re dead!” Scott yelled.
“Scott! Stop!” I screamed, seeing that the man was practically on the verge of death. There was blood all over his face and Scott’s hands. By now, the waitress and the chef had rushed out, as did the creep’s friends.
“Scott, Stop!” I ran up to him now, and it was the sight of me that stopped that last punch that probably would have finished the guy off.
“Abi –” Scott stood up and was about to reach for me but stopped because of the blood on his hands. “Shit.”
“What happened?” The chef asked.
“He attacked me,” I said quickly, pointing to the creep who was on the ground coughing and crying from the beating he’d just gotten.
“Are you okay?” Scott asked me. “Baby, did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” I wasn’t. I was really shaken up, but I didn’t think it was wise to say so. I was worried Scott would turn around and finish the guy.
Police sirens sounded.
“Go get cleaned up.” The chef said to Scott. “We’ll talk to the police.”
