His hand was under her shirt, lifting it up.
His hand was on her breast.
His mouth was on her breast.
As she continued to struggle and say no.
The universe spun around me, the stars in my eyes blinding me from what was right in front of me. A rage started in my gut and radiated to my hands, fists at my sides.
“Get off her,” I growled.
He didn’t stop. Only pulled his mouth from her.
“Find your own room, dude.”
“What did you say, motherfucker?”
My deathly words got his attention. He turned to look at me, his eyes wide at whatever he saw.
Ava saw me, the tears in her eyes distracting me for a moment.
She was destroyed.
Then as he backed away, I noticed her skirt was askew as well.
Fuck. Him.
In two long strides, I had him by the throat and against the wall.
“What the fuck, dude?” he pleaded.
Right as my fist landed on his face.
A satisfying crunch from his nose, blood spewing from there and his mouth.
He slumped against the wall, but I gripped him by the shirt, refusing to let him fall to the ground. He wasn’t getting off that easy.
I went in for another punch but felt a small hand on my shoulder.
“Logan…”
Her voice was quiet, but it broke through the chaos in my brain. I threw him to the floor and turned to her, taking her in my arms.
“Are you OK?” I whispered against her head. All she could do was nod.
Then I heard the guy getting up at my feet.
“Ava, go find Becca and Macie now.”
She took off down the stairs while I turned my attention back to the asshole who hurt her. He leaned against the wall, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, a smug look on his face.
“You’re the new guy, right?”
This guy was not about to talk his way out of what he’d done. I stood, ready to throw another punch if that was the direction this went.
“What the fuck, man. Who do you think you are?” He stood tall as he suddenly felt courageous, but that still kept him a good half foot shorter than me.
“I’m the guy who stopped you from raping that girl.”
