I instantly opened the door. And there she was. Eyes read and puffy. She had some scratches on her face some running down her nose. Her dress was off and it looked like she was trying her best to push him off of her.
That jerk. His face had a mix of fear and evilness at the same time. His smile slowly started to fade and quickly got off of her trying to make his escape on the opposite side of the big oval shaped table.
Dumbàss.
I ran up to him and fell on top of him to the floor. He grounded in pain.
This is just the beginning, you ugly piece of shït.
I started punching him on the jaw hard and felt his bones slowly cracking after every hit. I stopped punching him and ran to Emma who was still crying, laying on the carpet.
"Emma" I whispered. I picked her up and put her dress back on. She was crying and I felt her entire body still shaking from what happened. I stepped closer to her and gave her a big hug, putting my arms around her trying to make her feel safe. Her crying slowly quieted down and her arms went up to me and hugged me back.
"Hey... it's a alright I I'm okay" she stopped back trying to smile but her tears couldn't stop flowing down.
"What do you mean it's okay? Don't give me that crap he almost–"
"I know okay? I I know... and thanks for the help Gary y you owe me one" she wiped her tears trying to reassure me that everything's fine.
"Cut that crap Emma. You know what? Come here. Come hit this piece of shït as much as you want I won't stop you." I held her hand and led her to that son of a bîtch who was laying on the floor. He was conscious but could hardly keep his eyes open. His face was all swollen and you can hardly see a nonswollen spot.
Oh never mind I saw one.
I looked back at Emma who was wiping her tears from her face trying to look strong. My poor Emma I wish I'd wipe away the tears from her heart and make her forget all about–
Emma started beating him up by kicking him in his balls nonstop. He tried to cover himself down there but she'd then kick him in the face and when he'd cover his face she'd kick him down there again.
I felt his pain but he fûcking deserved more than this.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?!" I turned around seeing the same teacher that warned me about cussing at school.
Shït.
