When he came for me again I knew I wouldn’t be able to defend myself.
One heavy hand landed across my cheek and sent me down to the ground. I screamed as I fell. The pain that shot across my face went straight to my stomach and made me feel sick like I was going to vomit.
He was the second man to hit me like that. The first was my father weeks ago.
Pa hit me and Armand saw. Pa hitting me opened the floor for Armand to follow suit, as if I was some sort of punching bag for everyone to hit.
I tried to get up but he went down and grabbed my leg, pulling me straight to him and securing himself on top of me, holding me down.
I screamed again knowing what he meant to do.
“Fucking little slut. I’ll show you. You won’t do that again and you won’t say no to me ever again.”
“Get off me!” I cried balling my fists, trying to punch him.
He was too strong.
Way too strong. He smiled down at me and started undoing his belt buckle.
“No,” I cried.
He answered by ripping my top. He ripped it right off causing me to scream again, louder this time.
“Help!” I bawled realizing what he truly meant to do. “Please someone help me!” I wailed but there was little point. I didn’t know who would hear me.
He grabbed my thighs and was about to shove his pants down when a fist sent him flying off me.
That was the best way I could describe it.
The fist came from nowhere. It just appeared at the side of his face and lodged in his cheek in a bone crunching punch that actually snapped his head back before he went flying.
The next thing I saw was Xander throwing himself onto Armand.
I just managed to lift myself up onto my elbows to look at the two.
Armand tried to throw a punch but Xander evaded it and landed a series of punches in Armand’s face. Somehow he got on top of him and the punches were so fast they seemed robotic in movement.
The fear of God rippled through me when I realized he was going to kill him.
I opened my mouth but no words came out.
Frankie came next into my view.
He threw himself on Xander’s back stopping him from punching.
“Kid stop it! Fuck. Stop it. You’ll kill him!” Frankie shouted. “Stop it kid. Xander. Fuckin stop it. It will be worse for her!”
God, it was only those words that made him stop. He stopped punching and Frankie let him go.
Xander backed off Armand and I was surprised when he got up. His face was a mess of blood and bruises.
He looked at Xander then to me.
“Wow, look at the dark knight. You two been fucking around behind my back?” Armand mocked.
“Armand cut it,” Frankie warned. He still had a hold on Xander.
“No, let him talk. Let him say whatever it is he has to say,” Xander retorted. “He thinks it’s such a great thing to force himself on a woman.”
