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What am I doing?
He didn’t want his last moment with Paige to be them yelling at each other. He wanted to say goodbye, hug her, give her his address and wish her all the best things in the world. He was a dick for leaving, he knew that. She was a little confused, a little upset, she didn’t know what she was saying.
Also, he knew Trent was a slimy bastard, and leaving Paige alone there with him made Parker almost worse than Trent.
He swung the car in a U-turn, hoping he could remember the route he took. Driving at the legal speed, it took him a little longer to get back, but he found Trent’s house okay. Paige’s backpack was still sitting on the lawn. Parker got out of the car and stood for a while, collecting his thoughts and tucking his temper away, before slowly heading towards the house.
When he reached the porch steps, he heard sounds from inside. They sounded a little like moans and he wanted to puke. Were they having sex? He didn’t think he was ready to handle that. He would like to think Paige wouldn’t do that to him, not so quickly. But he had said he wasn’t coming back. Steeling his nerves, he walked up the steps and pushed open the door.
Definitely going to puke.
They were on the floor in the hallway, Trent straddling Paige. Paige was moaning, and it was clear they weren’t exactly playing twister. Paige’s shirt was up, exposing her bra. Parker felt the air rush out of him, but then he noticed Paige was bleeding. A lot. From a cut on the side of her forehead, and her knee looked scraped raw. He felt like he was going to hyperventilate, and when she screamed, his vision turned red.
He surged forward and grabbed Trent by his shoulders, pulling him backwards. He gripped him by the shirt and literally threw the skinnier man through the open doorway. He turned back to Paige, who was sitting up and shielding her eyes against the glaring morning light. The hand she held up was bloody and he grimaced. It looked a little like her palm had gone through a meat grinder.
“Oh god,” he mumbled, stepping towards her.
All my fault. This is all my fault. Again.
He didn’t get very far when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t even think, just swung his arm as he was yanked around. His first connected with Trent’s face, and Trent screamed. Literally screamed and dropped to his knees. Sharp pain lanced through Parker’s hand, but he didn’t care. He grabbed ahold of Trent's t-shirt.
“You mother fucker, you broke my nose!” he was screaming, holding a hand to his face.
"That's not all I’m gonna break."
Parker slammed his fist across Trent's jaw, and then followed him to the ground, continuing to punch him over and over again. His mind was black – all he could think about was making Trent regret even looking in Paige's direction.
Mother fucker touched her. I will kill him. Fucking touched her.
“Parker,” Paige croaked from behind him.
Her voice was like a shock to his system and he whirled around, just in time to see her struggling to stand, her hand on the wall leaving a bloody smear. Her other hand was pressed to her head. Her shorts were completely undone and were almost off her hips, the top of her pink underwear visible and clearly pulled askew.
Inexplicably, the memory of her sitting next to him in the police station popped into his head, hers legs anxiously shaking inside those exact same shorts.
She belonged to me then, and I didn't even know it. How could I let this happen?
“Are you okay?” he breathed, walking over to help steady her.
“Just get me the fuck out of here,” she groaned. He nodded.
“Yeah, just let me -”
Trent practically jumped on his back. He may have been skinny, but Parker still staggered under the weight as Trent wrapped an arm around his neck. Parker grabbed at it with his hands, struggling to breathe.
“In my house, mother fucker!? You’re gonna come at me in my house!?” Trent was screaming. He sounded completely unhinged. Parker managed to lift his own arm and wrap it around Trent’s neck, as well. He pulled him down, and they found themselves both bent over, holding each other in head locks.
“Get the fuck off!” Parker yelled, feeling the blood pound in his face. They stumbled back and forth in front of the door.
“Mother fucker!”
“Get off of him!” Paige shrieked.
Parker hunkered down low, and using all the muscles in his legs, he shot upright, completely off his feet. Both he and Trent flew backwards and crashed through what must have been the dining room table. Trent let out another curse and let go, so Parker rounded on him, landing a punch to his stomach. All the air rushed out of Trent and Parker hit him again, as hard as he could.
“Don’t touch her again! Don’t you ever fucking touch her!” he shouted, stumbling backwards to his feet. He gave a swift kick to Trent’s ribs for good measure.
Trent rolled around on top of the smashed table top, moaning. His nose and mouth were pumping blood all over his face. A gash across his forehead was also bleeding profusely. He held his rib cage and coughed, blood flying everywhere. Parker stared down, feeling like electricity was running through his veins. He wanted to pound Trent through the floor, till he was in the ground, till hedidn’t exist.
