Her eyes bugged out and she started towards me, her fists clenched. I clenched mine around the bat and phone.
Others, seeing what was happening, pushed her toward the door and filed out behind her, grumbling and moaning. A few moments later I heard bikes being kicked into life.
Letting out the breath I held, I closed my eyes and sucked in another deep breath in its wake. I felt a stinging pain race through me and stumbling forward, dropped the bat and phone. My arms shot forward in an effort to break my fall but landed flat on my face.
The bitch, I’ll rip her fucking head off. I rolled onto my back, ready to kick out, but it was Ben I came face to face with. He was beyond pissed. I’ve seen a dozen shades of rage in his eyes but this one is a new shade of fucked off.
“You fucking bitch.” He spat beer mixed with saliva onto me as he dropped down on top of me.
I was beyond pissed, wanting to fight back on one hand but wanting him to go and get fucked on the other. I tried to shove him away.
“Just get out, Ben. Go away, please just leave me alone.” I pleaded with him, not wanting this to become more than I knew it would be – a simple beating.
Men and women are milling around, watching how Ben behaves, he’ll want to show them he’s a man in charge, not a broken, drunk soldier.
His nicotine stained fingers laced around my throat before he punched me in the side of my face, sending it slamming into the floor to my right. The pain ripped through me, a reminder I am weak not strong. To him I’m worthless and he hates me with a passion.
“Who do you think you are, aye?” He slapped my face from side to side, chanting the same statement over and over.
His weight pushed me into the floor and I felt a bottle of something crack and break beneath me. Pain seared like a red-hot branding iron through my body.
“Kicking my mates out, you piece of shit.” He spat in my face, his fingers squeezed tight around my throat.
Black dots formed at the backs of my eyes as tears stung within. His grip was vice like and I watched the vein in his forehead pulse, purple in anger. Saliva formed at the corners of his mouth. My vision was fading as was the will to live in this hell hole with him. It was a sharp reminder, there was no escape.
One more punch to my face sent a horrific cracking sound echoing around the room. The remaining party goers gasped as my eye socket shattered.
The blackness swirled in faster, pain enveloped me. Blood dripped into my eye causing me to see nothing but red. Huge, roughened hands grabbed Ben, pulling him from me before darkness engulfed me and I was gone.
