“Oh, so should I have been more forceful? Should I have shoved my tongue down your throat and hoped that got my message across?”
This woman is unraveling. She’s been dealing with Margeaux’s unrequited love for years. Hearing Margeaux getting raped clearly traumatized her just as much. This needs to end. Nothing good is coming from this. Becca is losing control. Margeaux is being forced to relive her trauma at knife point. I’m on the verge of blacking out again from all the stress of everything that’s happened. I feel my ties are close to breaking. I just need another minute or so. I can do this. I’m going to get us out of here.
“Unfortunately, we were still sharing locations with each other,bestie,” Becca says, sharing more details about the worst night of Margeaux’s life. “I watched Brian leaving this motel room early the next morning. A smug grin on his face. He saw me parked in the lot and waved at me. He stopped by my car and offered his gratitude to me for introducing you to him.”
“Holy fuck. Becca. I’m so sorry. He’s the bad guy in this story. Not you. Not me. Please. Don’t do this. Stop torturing yourself,” Margeauxpleads. The sides of her face are wet from silent tears. I hate this Becca girl so much more for making Margeaux cry. I know she’s a strong, badass woman, but nobody should be making Margeaux cry or hurt.
“Now you’re sorry?!Now!You then quit the team. You up, and left us. We lost that next season. It wasn’t the same playing without you. My serve went to shit. Our defense sucked! That was all the proof I needed that you never cared about me.”
“You stopped answering my calls. I needed a friend after what happened to me, and you couldn’t bother to pick up.”
This conversation is going nowhere. Becca isn’t rational. She’ll only continue to talk in circles. She’s painted Margeaux as the villain and in her deluded reality, there’s no changing her mind.
One final pass and I feel my hands come free. I groan from the relief. I can feel blood rushing to my fingers.
“What the?!” Becca’s attention snaps to me.
I lunge for her, forgetting a very important detail. My feet are still tied to the chair. I jolt about three feet before face planting and my knees slamming into the shitty, scratchy carpet.
“Jon!”
“Ahhh!” Becca screams with the knife high above her head. She motions toward me, ready to stab me.
“Margeaux! Run!” I yell.
Of course, my beautiful and reckless woman ignores me. She tackles Becca to the floor. Becca is only an inch or so shorter than Margeaux, but Margeaux has muscle and ruthlessness. As both women go crashing onto the floor, Becca drops the oversized knife. My heartrate drops by the smallest of fractions that Becca isn’t holding a weapon, but the situation is still volatile. I manage to crawl using my hands and grab the knife while the women grapple. Margeaux has Becca on her back, but Becca is fueled by delusions and years of rage, she’s scratching and clawing at Margeaux.
I cut my legs free from the chair and find my footing. Unfortunately, my legs are weaker than a baby deer’s. I stumble back to my hands and knees.
“Enough!” I yell, holding the knife out in front of me. “It’s over, Becca.”
Margeaux has Becca’s arms and legs pinned down. Is it weird that I can’t help but find Margeaux so sexy as she establishes dominance on this psycho lady stalker? Maybe the repeated blows to the head, and captivity have knocked a few screws loose in me. I’m feeling pretty murderous right now.
“You’re never going to touch, talk to, or so much as think about Margeaux,” I say, finding the strength in my legs to get to a standing position.
“Maggie!” Becca grunts, before throwing her head into Margeaux’s face.
“Motherfucker!” Margeaux rolls off her, clutching her face, blood running down her nose and through her hands.
Oh, fuck no!
I throw my fist and knock Becca down. Seriously? The first time I throw a punch and it’s a woman? I’m a special kind of fucked up. Margeaux shakes off the hit she just took and is back on Becca. Snagging her up in a headlock, while gripping her hair tightly. Becca screams and squirms, but Margeaux’s not letting go, prepared to choke Becca out if need-be. I take a step to the crazy woman ensnared in Margeaux’s grip, pointing the tip of the blade at her eye.
“Do you know how many anatomy classes I’ve taken? Hm? I’ve learned how to take apart the human body one layer at a time. And I stopped believing in God a long time ago. So, if I’m going to commit an act that brings my soul eternal damnation, filleting you for harming the woman I love sounds like the best reason in the world to me.”
Becca’s brown eyes are blown wide as my words sink in. I feel a hand wrap around my wrist holding the knife.
“She’s not worth it, Doc,” Margeaux says, catching her breath. “Don’t sully your soul for this cuntacious bitch.”
Becca tries to thrash out of Margeaux’s headlock, which earns her a knee to the gut, knocking all the air and fight out of her system.
“Police! Everybody get your hands up! Drop the weapon!” A squad of gun-wielding cops burst into the motel room, scanning all around.
I toss the knife towards their feet and throw my hands in the air, kneeling beside Margeaux.
“She’s the one you want!” Margeaux shouts, pointing at Becca. “She kidnapped my boyfriend, and she attacked me!
After what feels like hours of telling the same storyover and over,the cops release me and Margeaux. Becca was detained and charged with stalking, abduction, forced imprisonment, and a few other charges I didn’t feel like sticking around to listen to. The cops were kind enough to question me in the hospital. Apparently, Margeauxdidcall the cops and asked for help. She just couldn’t wait for them to get all the necessary reinforcements together. My beautiful, reckless stunner of a woman.
