I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Fifteen~

Whimpers stream out of the door and I start to worry. They sounded like Trisha's, and I didn't want the worst to come, where she's being held hostage or being robbed.

Arming the pepper spray I keep in my bag, I take off my heels to make no sound, catch the perpetrator off guard. My socks helped in reducing noise.

"Stop! Please! I-I'll give you.. the money!"

Loan sharks? No way.

Mustering all my courage, I run into the room with the pepper spray ready to blind this bastard.

"Leave her alone!-"

I went in with my eyes closed, but upon opening them, I see someone I find familiar, someone I've seen Trisha's photos of.

"So, this is the woman who has been spending my money!!"

She runs towards me and I took a split second to try and search my brain for who it was.

Isn't that.. Trisha's mom? Either way, I better not spray her.

At once, I drop the spray and let her push me to the wall. I glance over at Trisha, and see that she's in a weakened state.

She must've done that to her. But I don't want to punch my future mother-in-law. I have to just let her punch and whatever not, and try to find a way to get her out without hurting her.

Her hands wrapped themselves around my neck and she starts to strangle me. Choking, I glance to Trisha again, and she was still on the floor, rubbing her arm.

Ok, just gotta fight her off for a while... more!

Her grip gets stronger and I can feel my airway closing, my eyes were seeing black spots. I was running out of air.

Thank god my parents signed me up for some self defence classes when I was younger.

I 'karate-chopped' her elbow, making her bend them. Luckily for me, her grip weakened and I could remove her hands. Tightly squeezing them together, I try to lead her out of the house, but she kicks me in the shin.

"Ah! Shit!"

I let go of her and she tackles me to the ground, both hands holding mine on either side of my head.

Man this bitch is strong! I have to keep her occupied until Trisha recuperates.

"You are the reason why my daughter doesn't want to give me the money!"

Somehow, she manages to remove one hand swiftly without me noticing and punches me three times in my face.

Feeling woozy, I saw double vision. She continues to punch me in the face another 4 times, knocking me out. I was pretty sure my nose was broken.

I try to open my eyes, to see if she was going to hurt Trisha, which she was.

With all my remaining strength, I get up and run towards her. I have no choice, if I want to prevent her from hurting Trisha, I have to use brute force.

She enters the room Trisha was in, and I rush there, pushing her back.

"You don't have the right to protect her you pervert!"

She shoves me to the floor and I hit my head against the wall.

Can't... let her hurt Trisha...

I still had some strength, and I got up, putting myself between her and my girlfriend. I have to stop her at all cost. I try to mime out behind my back to Trisha, telling her that I would give her an opening to run to the living room and call 911.

Then, I gave her the opportunity to slip out, pushing with all my might.

"I...will not let you hurt her.."

She suddenly swiped my legs, causing me to stumble and fall. Then, she proceeded to punch me a couple more times.

This time, I black out. All I could do was pray that the authorities would be on their way.

Trisha's POV (5 minutes earlier, when Vivian gave the opening)

God I hate my mom. She's hurting Vivian badly.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Please help, my mom is in my house, (address), and she's beating up my girlfriend. Please send someone. I think she's gonna kill her."

"Ok. We'll send some officers to your location. How is her state?"

"I think she needs to go to the hospital."

"I'll send some paramedics too. Don't worry. Try and hide from the attacker. They will be there as fast as possible."

"Thank you."

I can't believe she managed to make out what I was saying. My words were all slurred and jumbled up together.

Soon, I heard sirens and the squealing of tires outside the building. They busted down the door, aiming their pistols.

"Where's the attacker?"

I point to the room, and they rushed in there at once.

"LAPD, freeze!"

Once they handcuffed her, I rush back into the room and go to Vivian.

I hold her hand, finding her pulse, but it was very faint. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, back out of my apartment and search for the paramedics.

The elevator dinged and they came rushing out with a stretcher in their hands. Waving, I directed them to the apartment.

"She's in there. Please, hurry."

They walked out, hastily. Vivian's body was on it, seemingly lifeless.

"I can accompany her right?"

He nods and continues to hurry down the stairs. Deciding not to overcrowd them, I take the elevator instead.

The ride to the hospital was brutal as I watched the paramedics help Vivian battle for her life. I could see the whites of her eyes poking below her eyelids.

She must be in a lot of pain.

"Damnit step on it! We're losing her!"

"Wh-what?!"

(please refer back to the intro chapter, the reason for divorce of Viv's parents have changed)
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