Grace

Chapter 4 - I'll Fucking Kill You, Man

Tim tried the door handle. Luckily it was still unlocked. He swung the door open just in time to see Wade strike Grace with the back of his hand. The force threw her against the bookcase and she fell to the floor.

"Oi!" Tim yelled out, "Leave her alone!"

Wade grabbed Grace by the back of her head, clutching her hair and pulling her up to her feet.

"What're you gonna do about it, Pussy?"

"Come on, Man. Calm down... Try to calm down." Tim was trying hard to resist the urge to jump Wade. Logically he knew that the violence just needed to stop. Attacking would only escalate the situation, but what he really wanted to do was rip his throat out.

"Get out of here, Tim, before I have to teach you a lesson too. Don't. Fuck. With. Your Buddy's GIRL." Grace let out a yelp as Wade shook her to emphasize his point, still holding onto her hair. Grace reached back and clasped his hand, try to release it, or at the very least loosen the grip.

"No, Wade. She's not your girl. Not anymore. Let her go."

Wade scoffed, "You really think just because this whore says so, it's over?! You're more of a dumbass than I thought."

Wade released Grace's hair and strode over to Tim. The men were standing toe to toe, shoulders back and chests puffed out, jaws clenched. As if they were naturally trying to look tougher than their opponent. Now Grace wasn't so sure who could take who. They both looked equal in muscle and stature to her.

"Get out of here, Tim. My lady and I were just about to have some, uh... intimate time together." Wade said. "You see, Tim, she told me she was very disappointed in her encounter with you... She was just begging for a real man to take her." Wade smiled wickedly at him, trying to goad him further. "And take her I will."

Tim's jaw stiffened further. "Somehow I doubt she said you were a 'real man,' dude. You keep your hands off of her, you piece of shit."

Wade got in close to Tim's face and said "Make me."

Grace backed as far away as she could. She knew she just needed to get out, or at least in a position to possibly get away and out run Wade if she had to. She wasn't sure she could out run him, but maybe if she had enough of a head start... She had to move towards the kitchen so she could get out the back door if necessary – without him noticing her moving that way. Even if she could just get to the bathroom or some other room with a lockable door. Might not hold for long, but it would be something.

Tim shoved Wade, "Back off, Wade. I'll fucking kill you, man."

Wade shoved Tim back, "Like to see you try, cunt."

Tim's fist made contact with Wade's face. So much for deescalation, Tim thought. Wade tried to grab Tim in a choke hold so Tim stomped on Wade's foot and hit him in the stomach. Wade didn't release the hold, even as he fell. Both men were on the floor, wrestling to be the one on top of the other. Punching and swearing. Tim felt a white hot rage rise up in him when Wade taunted him about Grace's supposed promiscuous nature.

Grace took the opportunity to run into the bathroom and lock the door. Though the sounds of scuffling continued, she heard Wade laugh and call out "Grace! Don't think you can stay in there forever! We'll finish our date when I'm done dealing with Tim here."

Grace heard a crash and Tim saying something like "That's what you get, Asshole."

Grace suddenly knew what she needed to do. She suddenly realized that there was no reason to fear this action. Not now, anyway; she was in too deep this time. She felt around her pockets until she located her cell phone. Shaking, she dialed the number and held it to her ear.

The angelic voice on the other end answered with "911 Emergency. Police, Fire, Ambulance?"

"Police... Please... I need the police."