Bee to my Barnes

part 11

TW - Rape/attempted Rape and Violence

A/N - if you skip this part I will pop a very un-detailed recap on the next so you can still enjoy the story without the graphic context. 

Your heart skips a beat as the guy from the bar slithers his way across the alley towards you. Your breathing becomes rapid as you try to regain control of your unresponsive limbs, willing them to flee as you painstakingly dig your fingernails into the earth scraping yourself along the dirt to escape. Taking another step toward you, the whole world moving in slow motion, your back pressed up against a cold hard dumpster, desperately looking around there is nowhere to run, not that you could if you tried.

Rapidly blinking, the haze of bright light making it hard to focus on any features as your vision is rapidly bluring. Your head begins to lul, fazing in and out of focus as you feel sharp bony fingers strap around your arms.

‘Think you can make a fool out of me, I’m sick of women like you thinking your better than us.’ Gripping your face his words spitting over you, ‘I’ll show you exactly what your worth is.’

Fear strikes through your body, your chest tightening unable to breathe as the tears soak your cheeks yet your words are lost in oblivion. His hands crawl into the waistband of your jeans, powerless to fight back your limbs refusing to listen to your commands, you let out a scream.

The sudden onset of pain flashes across your jawline as he punches you, gasping for air fighting to defend yourself is failing, the world is darkening and there's nothing to stop it. The world turns dark and burned into your brain is the image of him raising his first to hit you once more.
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Walking into the club besides Steve he shouts ‘This is where she said she was in her text.’

Your eyes scan the room quickly finding the blonde hunched over by the bar. You and Steve head straight over to find her in a worrying state. Grabbing her wrist and flicking her eyelids you see they're  bloodshot, she's unresponsive. Looking up to Steve, whose jaw clenches it's very clear to assume that you know exactly what’s happened. 

Narrowing your brow, analysing the faces looking for the culprit your fist is now a tight ball, your nails digging into the palm of your hand as the panic builds. You feel the contortion within your muscles as the veins flare to the surface, anger roars throughout you. Your nostrils widen with your breaths slow, hot and deep.

Locking in, your eyes catch the movement of the fire exit door swinging shut in the back corner. "Damnit!"

Shooting a look back at Steve who gives a firm nod to you as he wraps his arms around Jade reassuring her everything was ok, you thunder through the crowd, fixated on the door. With one swift kick the door flies open snapping at the hinges as the metal dents beneath your power. The damage is minor compared to what's about to happen, you see red.

Red as His hands are touching her, red as she lay unconscious across the ground. Red as you grip him from the back of his neck ripping him off Beatrix.

Raising him by his collar you throw him with all your force into the wall opposite, watching as his limp body slumps down the brickwork. Dragging him back up your hand firmly wrapped around his throat your knuckles lay into his face again and again leaving the red of his blood smeared across your knuckles.

Watching this heathen melt into the ground your breath now a low primitive growl as your ready to tear him limb from limb you almost become lost in the moment, however, a groan from behind brings your attention back.

Instinctively taking a stride to be by her side your arm reaches out to cradle her, a shallow so causing you to hover mid air above her. "It's ok doll, your ok Beatrix. It's ok."

"I'm going to put my arms under your legs, don't be afraid, your safe now". Gently lifting her from the ground, you hear the sob replaced with a soft sigh as  her body it flops in your arms. Stroking her face the blood smeared at the corners of her mouth you glare towards the beast responsible, every nerve in your body wanted to ensure you had killed him for daring to touch her.

‘I’ve got you doll, your going to be ok.’ you try to gentle the raging grasp in your throat as you reassure her. Stepping out of the alley, you look down on her soft beautiful features, flowing curls dangling from your arm. "How can you look so peaceful my doll" you whisper to her sleeping ear. "Let's get you somewhere warm."