T.H. Story ~ Chill Out

Chill Out ~3~

~Tom's POV~

I heard their slight banter as Moira argued that Chad didn't need to know everything about where she was. I zoned out for a second, walking closer to my living room. The next thing I heard was a loud slap. I turned the corner into my living room not prepared for the scene awaiting me.

Moira sat with tears already cascading down her face and a bright red cut bleeding across her cheek. I switched my gaze quickly over to Chad to see him eyeing her up, getting ready to hit her across her face the other direction. Before his hand could make impact, I jumped onto him, tackling him to the ground.

He struggled to try and get me to release my grip on his arms, but it made no difference. I may not be taller than Chad, but I most definitely am stronger than him. His monthly visits to the gym couldn't do him any good in this situation as he laid helpless, pinned to the ground by my weight. 

I looked up to Moira. I could see the shock in her eyes, and how broken she felt after he hit her. I knew something had been going on that was bad between the two, but I had no clue it was this bad.

I felt Chad try to turn around underneath me and I swiftly punched his nose into the ground. I turned once more to Moira, begging for her to show me how else he had hurt her. She took off her hoodie, leaving her in a small, worn t-shirt. She also took off her sweatpants, leaving her legs barely covered in a pair of boxers. 

I could see cuts, scars, and bruises all over her small frame. I could see how ashamed she felt as she avoided my gaze. I felt Chad struggle once more underneath my and I quickly punched his face once more, knocking him unconscious.

As I climbed off of Chad, I walked carefully over to Moira, wanting to not scare her, but she made no movement. Almost as though she had given up trying to defend herself. I pulled her into a hug, lightly tracing the different scars on her arms.

I whispered quietly into her ear, "how long has he been hurting you?"

She crumpled in my arms and I had to lay her down on my couch to keep her from hitting the floor. 

"Too long," she whispered back, her tears flowing softly.