Perish {H.S}

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"Delores?" I whimper aloud as I stand in shock of what I have just seen. Four foot odds Delores stands over gregs unconscious body with a baseball bat in her hands. She stands hunched over in her black trousers, white blouse and grey cardigan. She looks up at me and smiles softly. Dropping the bat, she hobbles over to me and pulls me into a hug. "Lets get inside MJ. They're on their way to pick him up now." She whispers softly to me.

I cant believe I just seen small fragile Delores bat my ex boyfriend unconscious with a baseball bat.

"Are you ok?" I cant help but ask her. For a small woman, she sure has some strength behind her to be able to knock Greg down.

"Me?" She chuckles lightly. "Don't be daft MJ, I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about, let's get inside. You've got a nasty bump on your head. Looks like your gonna have a black eye." She hisses through her teeth as she touches my face lightly. I nod my head in relief that I'm safe, and fallow her into her flat.

I fallow her into her kitchen, where she ushers me to sit down on one of the stools she has present in the room. She begins raking through her drawers to find something for my head. "Delores?" I call her name in a questionable tone. "Yes dear?" She questions and I huff scilently to myself. "When you say they're coming for him, who are they?" I ask hesitantly and she hums in thought.

"Greg has messed with alot of people MJ. It's basically in this case, who gets to him first." She speaks up as she walks over to her sink and dampens a rag before she wobbles over to me. That didn't really answer my question. I can see she's trying to avoid it.

Although I still have questions, I nod my head obediently and let her do what she needs to do. I don't have the energy to argue over answers right now. I just can't help but think if I had went to work today, then none of this would have happened.

"Hold still sweetheart, this might hurt alittle." She speaks softly and begins to leaning over towards my sore head. She moves my lose tangled hair from my face and tusks under her breath, shaking her head lightly. "What?" I ask and she sighs. "Your bleeding quite abit." Bledding?

I lift my hand up to my head and hiss at the contact. I bring my fingers to my face for closer inspection and sure enough, I'm bleeding. It's only now that the pain becomes more evident to me. It must have been the shock and adrenaline pumping through my body, that shadowed the pain.

I'm gonna Need a few asprins after this. I cant believe Greg would do this to me.

Why did he do this to me?

She dabs on my tender skin gently using the soft damp rag to rid of the crimson blood that sits on my skin. "You won't need to worry about him bothering you anymore sweetheart." She mutters under her breath as she finishes cleaning the blood from my face.

I don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

"Will they kill him?" The question slips out from my lips before I could stop it. It's been on my mind a while, but now that it's out in the open, I wish I can swallow it up. I don't know if I want to know the answer. Although Greg has hurt me alot in the space of a few weeks, he was still the sweet Greg that I met that day after my parents funeral. He is still the one who got me out of many depressive states. He is the one who helped me grieve and heal. He is the one who protected me from others, from myself. I guess all along I needed protection from him, I just didn't know It.

I don't want him to die.

"I don't know. All I know is, you'll most likely never see him again." She chants softly while she rinses my blood from the white rag. "Oh." I really don't want him to die. She turns around and catches my panicked facial expression. "Hey, look at me." She grabs my face gently and wipes a stray tear that had fallen from my ducts. I didnt even know I was crying.

"All that matters is that your safe MJ. You have a good group of people surrounding you right now. You'll be alright." She tries to assure me, but I'm to full of emotion to take in what she's saying.

"MJ! Help me! Get of me!" I hear the dealthy screams of Greg, roaring through the flat. I jump from my seat in the kitchen, and before I know it, I'm at the front door, peaking through the peep hole to see two very tall, very large guys dragging Greg down the stairs. "MJ!" The panicked and painful screams grow louder along with the sudden piercing beats of my heart pulsating in my ears.

One of the guys kicks him in the stomach to hush his screams. I jump at the wind being knocked out from him as they continue to drag him away. Sclient tears stream down my face as I watch this unravel from the inside of my neighbours flat.

"Im sorry Greg." I whisper as my hand streams down the white front door. "Come sit down love, I made you some tea." Delores's small hands hover over my shoulders. I nod my head with lack of energy and let my wobbling legs carry me into the lounge.