Over My Dead Body // A JJ Watt fanfiction

Chapter 16

AN: Hello lovelies! Thank you for stopping to read my story! I wrote this one awhile ago but never put it up and then I forgot about it and it got lost on the abyss that is my computer! I went through some old files and I stumbled on it and decided to post it. It was one of the first stories I ever wrote. I was going to just put it up as is but I read through it myself I realized how bad it really was lol. So I decided to revamp it, and here it is! Feel free to let me know what you think! I love reading your thoughts!! :) xoxo

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Chapter 16

"Who is it? Who is it?" Brian repeated impatiently.

"It's Trish," JJ answered as he struggled to hear what was going on.

Everyone stood still, silently holding their breath, hoping for something positive to come out of this call. They were running out of time and they needed to find her.

"What's going on?" Brian urged.

"From what I can hear, the scumbag just picked up some drugs and is about to take some..." JJ trailed off.

"Martin, work on that location and quick!" the Sargent barked.

"Yes sir."

JJ shook his head. "She just asked him where they were going..."

Everyone waited for JJ's next bit of information to come through.

"The airport! He's taking her to the airport!"

"Don't hang up on that call!" the police Sargent told JJ. "I'll call ahead and get the roads cleared so we can beat him there."

The officers scurried out of the precinct and to their squad cars. JJ and Brian followed the officers.

"Woah boys! You're going to have to stay here."

"That mother fuckin, no good, piece of shit! He's dead when I get my hands on him! Dead!" JJ screamed.

"What happened?" Brian questioned, unsure if he really wanted to hear the answer.

"He put his hands on her! He put his mother fucking hands on my girl!" JJ answered through gritted teeth.

"Are you going to tell him he can't go?" Brian asked the Sargent as he nodded towards JJ.

The Sargent sighed. "Alright but you have to stay with me. No questions asked, no hero stuff, no stunts, and I'll ignore those death threats I just heard."

"Deal," Brian answered.

He rushed to the back of his police SUV and pulled out two bullet proof vests. "Put these on."

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Trish sat silently, toying with the thought of jumping out of the car. She knew Andrew was driving much too fast and much too erratic for her to jump out without being run over by the next vehicle. She began to wonder if that was such a bad idea.

Andrew's last dose was beginning to come full affect. He was nodding in and out of a coherent state. The rumble strips on the side of the highway would wake him up when he veered too far over.

Forty-five terrifying minutes later, Andrew pulled into the airport. He pulled into the first spot he saw and turned the car off. He got out of the car and opened the passengers side door. He reached in, grabbing Trish by the hair and pulled her from the car.

He leaned her up against the car. He looked her over and frowned. "You look hideous, bitch. What in the world would make you think a guy like that JJ character would want you? You're disgusting!"

Between the pain from her leg and head, she was wore down. She was struggling to keep her eyes open when all they wanted to do was close. Everything was spinning and fuzzy which made her want to throw up, but she refused to quit.

"Put this on," he barked as he threw a hoodie at her. "Put it on and keep the hood up he ordered.

"That's not going to cover up the swollen, black and blue leg of mine," she quipped as she struggled with the hoodie, still in handcuffs.

That earned her a swift backhand. "I'll tell you when I want to hear from you, whore!" he screamed.

"That's right. Just draw attention to us while we're in a very crowded and very public place," she spat. "Real genius you are."

Andrew backhanded her again two more times for her last comment. "This asshole has undone all the hard work I've done to try and make you a half decent girl! When I come back for him, he's getting a bullet in the back of his head! Think about that bitch! Your pretty boy is going to be dead and his blood is on your hands!" he screamed in her face.

Trish looked around slightly. Her plan was working. She was making him cause a sene and people were watching and staring. Andrew gripped the sweatshirt and pulled it down over her. Her arms were stuck inside and he left the hood on her head.

He gave her a shove forward towards the airport entrance. Once inside the airport, Andrew drug her towards the Delta entrance.

"Sit here and don't move," he ordered as he shoved her into a seat. He walked over to the ticket counter. "No, I don't want to fucking wait three hours for a flight out of here!"

Trish felt sorry for the girl behind the customer service counter. She began to scan the bustling airport looking for her escape plan.

A few moments later Andrew walked back over to Trish, grabbed her by the head, roughly making her look up at him. "I need more. I'm going to the bathroom. Don't even think about moving. If you aren't here when I get back, I'm going after your pretty boy," he threatened, shoving her head backwards, releasing her.

Trish winced in pain as she shifted in her seat attempting to relieve some of the pain she felt. She knew her attempts wouldn't help her. Her leg ached beyond anything she'd felt before. She hissed in pain as she extended her leg.

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" a soft voice asked her.

She looked up slightly to see the woman behind the customer service counter. Trish nodded her head 'yes,' hoping it would pacify the woman and make her leave for her own good.

"Nod your head if you need help," she whispered, pretending to collect magazines that where strewn about the area.

Trish relented and slowly nodded her head. The woman locked eyes with her momentarily before continuing on her way. She placed the magazines in a stack on the table in the waiting room before returning to her spot behind the desk.

"What did you tell her?" Andrew hissed through clenched teeth.

"Nothing."

"What did she say to you?" he pressed.

"Nothing you moron," Trish snapped, hoping to provoke him.

Andrew's jaw clenched tightly. "Don't make me have to do something you'll regret. We have a few hours to wait since these incompetent women don't know anything about customer service and now I have to wait to get out of this dreadful town."

"Are you really that stupid?" she pressed with her face scrunching into a frown. "Why would you think you could just walk in and right on to a flight out of here? I'm a woman and even I know that's not how it works."

Andrew's fists clenched into balls. "You're going to be the reason I run out of... medication... before I get home! Just sit there and keep your mouth shut. Women are to be seen and not heard. I've told you this before."

"You know what? I don't want to sit here and shut up. Furthermore, I don't want to leave Houston."

"I don't..." he began loudly. "I don't care what you think," he repeated in a softer voice. "You're mine, you'll do as I say, and don't forget it!"