Code Breaker

7

Bethany's pov***

I can't sleep after hanging up with Demo. I get up and go for a run. I don't have my meter on me so I just guesstimate on the distance according to the time. I figure that I have run five miles. At least!

I head back to the truck. I can change before everyone starts waking up. It is still barely dark. My favorite time of the day. But I don't think that anyone would be getting up for another half hour.

I quit running and start walking to cool down. The truck is in sight. I have an eerie feeling. No birds are singing, no crickets are chirping as they were just a minute ago. I am totally defenseless. All I have is my hand- to- hand skills. I know that there is a pistol in the truck. If I can get that far, I'll be good.

I get the key fob out of my pocket and unlock the door. As I reach for the door, I hear some footsteps running behind me. I swing my head around to see Kevin as he slams my temple with the handle of a pistol. I stumble back against the truck.

"I told you to watch your back! Now you're a dead bitch!" He sneared.

"What? You're going to shoot me? Here with about thirty people around? You think that you can get away? That is stupid thinking."

"You think that I'm stupid? You had a chance to go home and never see me again. You stayed here. Out in the open!"

"I thought that you'd still be in jail for the drugs at your apartment." I tell him. I'm trying to come up with a plan. Hoping that someone will hear us talking and wake up. Call the police. Or something..... anything! I hate having a gun pointed at my chest!

He laughed. "Hayley won't call the cops on me! I have her fooled and under my control. Hell! She even called me from her parents house and begged me to come get her. So I did. After I fucked her good, then I beat her ass again!" He smiled.

I'm in deep shit! This fucker has no soul when it comes to women. There is no talking him out of shooting me. No talking common sense to him. He has his mind made up on killing the woman who has beat him twice.

My only recourse is to fight him and his gun with my bare hands. I say a quick prayer that I can live through this. Maybe I can make him mad enough to start him screaming and wake people up.

"Why beat her? Because you can't beat me in a fair fight? Because you aren't man enough to fight a man? You have to control a woman. Because you can't control yourself? Does it make you feel big to know that you hurt a woman?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't have to feel like a man! I am a man!" He raised his voice a little.

"A man who got his ass kicked last night by a woman. In front of a lot of witnesses. A man who can't fight without a gun. Not even an unarmed woman." We start circling.

I want to stay with my back to the truck. At least then, if he pulls the trigger, only the truck or myself will be hit.

I see a couple guys come from their tents.

"I don't have to have a gun. But at least it will keep you from coming back at me. You are like a fucking disease! You keep coming back!" He yelled. "Now you won't come back! You'll be dead!"

He raised his arm. I throw a blocking punch and hit his arm. I hear a shot and feel it rip through my lower abdomen. I can't stop. I hit him in the jaw as I hold the gun. He was trying to get the gun away from me so he can shoot again. I kick his balls as hard as I can. He goes down as he lets the gun go. I kick him in the ribs. We are now surrounded by men who flip him to his stomach and tie his hands and feet together behind him. My brothers are on each side of me. Braden is calling dad as Jaden is calling the police.