grabbed mine. I had my keys ready in my hand to jab the fucker in the eye
just like my mother taught me, when another guy showed up and pummeled
the guy onto the ground. When I turned around, I saw the guywho grabbed
my ass on the gravel parking lot and his former boss on top of him,
punching him repeatedly.
“Stop. Stop. I think he may be unconscious,” I said as I tried to pull the
massive man off him. I wasn’t sure what this guy did for a workout, but it
was like I was punching bricks. I jumped on top of him and tried to pull him
off, but he just got up with me dangling from his back and pulled the other
guy up with his arm, holding him above the ground. I wasn’t sure what he
ate, but this was insane. He was flinging around maybe 200 pounds
between the two of us like it was nothing.
“I am going to kill this piece of shit,” he yelled, and I shivered at the
sheer menace in his voice. I really believed that he would beat him until his
last breath.
“Please don’t. I don’t want you to get into trouble,” I whispered, trying
to hold back the tears springing into my eyes. I hated violence of any kind. I
knew it came from my childhood, watching my dad beat the shit out of my
mom. There was something about someone getting bruised and battered that
made me feel small again, hiding under the table and shaking. “Please, I am begging you to stop,” I pleaded as I climbed off his back,
hoping that my now sobbing words would have an impact.
He dropped the other guy and turned to look at me, concern slowly
replacing the rage that was in his eyes just a moment ago.
“I am going to sue you, motherfucker. I am going to take everything you
own and leave you homeless,” the pig bellowed.
My knight didn’t even blink at the coward. He just saw me on the
ground, huddled and shaking. He walked over to me slowly, hands out,
gesturing that he didn’t mean me any harm. I looked up at him, and he bent
down slowly so he could look me directly in the eyes.
“That whore is the reason you will lose everything. I'll make sure of it,”
