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"I do," I reply, my voice strong and steady. "You took everything from me, Martin. My confidence, my self-respect, but you will not take my son, and neither will you take my life."
He looks at me, his face twisted in fury. "You've finally lost it, haven't you? You fucking crazy bitch."
I don't let him goad me into lowering the knife. I'm not backing down, not this time. Feeling a surge of courage rushing through my veins, I hold onto the knife with a tight grip, ready to defend myself.
"No, you're wrong. I've finally found my courage, and a decent, kind, incredible man who loves me and Toby. You have no power of me anymore, you fucking arsehole. Come at me, I dare you!" I shout, ready to end this now. I'm not just willing to fight, I'm ready for a full-on brawl.
Maybe it's the adrenaline rushing through my veins, or maybe it's the thought of losing everything I hold dear, but I can't let this monster take any more from me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and my hands are trembling, but I'm not going to let fear get the best of me. As he approaches me, I lunge, swinging the knife with all my might. The blade makes contact with his arm, drawing a deep gash that turns his skin crimson. His scream of pain fills the glaring silence, and I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
"Don't you ever touch me again, Martin!" I scream. "Don't you fucking dare!"
Martin stares at the cut on his arm, his face twisting into a mask of pure evil, and the laugh that follows? God, it sends shivers down my spine.
"I'm going to fucking enjoy this," he rasps, lunging for me.
I swing the knife wildly at him, and in that moment I lose all sense of myself. All I care about is protecting Toby, and ending this once and for all.
A ferocious anger I have never experienced before consumes me, and the sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears drowns out all other noise. Every muscle in my body is tense, preparing to defend myself as he lunges at me once more. I manage to evade his attack, slicing the knife across his cheek. Blood spurts from the wound and he screams again, this time with a mixture of fury and pain.
"You bitch!" he snarls, but I can't react quickly enough as he grabs onto my arm and twists it painfully, attempting to wrench the knife from my grasp.
In a desperate move, I kick out at him, but his rage only seems to fuel his strength. The knife falls to the ground as he pushes me down and kicks me in the stomach.
The blows keep coming, and I fight with everything I have but Martin's rage seems endless. The tears stream down my face as I try to protect myself, but it's like trying to hold back a tsunami with my bare hands.
"You think you're so fucking tough now?" he growls as he straddles my chest, pinning me down. "You think you can just walk away from me?"
All I can do is whimper in response as he continues his assault. My vision is blurred from the tears and the pain as I hold my arms up to protect my face. I don't know how much longer I can last, and as I begin to slip into darkness, a familiar figure looms over both of us.
"Get off of her!" Drix roars as Martin is pulled off of me and forcefully thrown across the room.
Martin staggers to his feet, but Drix throws a lethal punch, knocking him to the ground.
"You dare to hurt the woman I love?" he shouts, bending over Martin and unleashing a barrage of punches as police sirens wail in the distance. I’ve never witnessed such brutal force, and the sounds of fists meeting flesh ricochets around the room creating a symphony of pain and anger.
"Stop. Please, stop!" I beg, as Martin soon turns limp in Drix's grasp.
I push up onto my hands and knees, crawling towards them both as Drix's fist is held mid-air, a wild look in his eyes as he registers my words. For a moment we just stare at one another, caught in this defining moment. Martin is still breathing, and as much as I wish he were dead, I don't want Drix to go to prison for murder. I couldn't bear it.
"Please, no more," I whimper.
"Oh, Lia!" he cries, dropping his fist and falling to his knees, dragging me into his arms. My body screams in pain but I ignore it, clinging to him tightly.
"You saved me," I whisper through my sobs.
"No Lia, you brave, beautiful woman, you saved yourself," he replies, his voice cracking with emotion as he presses kisses all over my face. "If I'd lost you..."
"Never. You have me Drix. It's over," I reply, pressing my lips against his.
"Mama?" I hear Toby calling my name, and I shake my head.
"He can't see this. Please, Drix."
"Go to him. I'll watch over this arsehole until the police arrive."
"Thank you." With tremendous effort I climb to my feet with Drix's help. He pulls me into his embrace once again, cradling my head with one hand as he stares at me with such reverence, my heart skips a beat.
"Mama? Mama?" Toby cries, and I pull back, ignoring the pain that seems to have enveloped my body.
