Fight for your life

Chapter Sixteen

On the 11th day at the hotel, it happen. Donnie, Scout and I agreed to go to the pool together, since Murdoc and Barrett had gone to the gym. We followed them up about 15 minutes later, and went to put our things in the locker room, chatting about anything and everything, until we were ambushed. Donnie tried to scream, but it was cut short by a swift punch in the face, which left her unconscious, by none other than Conner- a man I had decided to trust. Scout was abruptly grabbed by the hair by James, who put a hand over her mouth, while the shirt that had been in my hand was shoved into my mouth by David, and fear gripped my gut as I watched Donnie and Scout be dragged into the women's locker room before I was dragged in by my wrists. Scout but down on James hand, and he yelled out and slapped her hard in the face, hissing, "Slut." She wrinkled her nose and spat blood out at him, enraging him even more as I was pinned to the floor under David, who laughed.
"You should have given me a chance," he says to me as I struggle. I fight him with every ounce of strength in my body, but he's nothing like the dead. They are stupid, and weak- David is strong, and smart- he knows what he's doing. I turn to see James reaching a hand up Scouts shirt, a hand still on her mouth, before my face is forced forward, and Davids lips are pressed aggressively onto mine as I struggle to breath, my lungs burning. He follows the other boys lead and slips a hand up my shirt as well, but he only has a few seconds of groping before the door is flown open, and David is ripped violently from me. I pull the shirt from my mouth and cough, my lungs still on fire as I watch Murdoc throw the boy violently on the floor next to me- Barret kicks James to the floor, and I get up just in time to kick Conner hard in the face, sending him to the floor next to Donnie, who Scout quickly crawls to, cradling her head in her lap, tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing her, crying over Donnie unconscious body is enough to send me into a wild rage. I stand up quickly, the intent to kill in my heart- and that boy doesn't have the chance to even stand. I raise my foot again, and begin kicking him, hard, over and over. I kick him violently, anywhere I can- in his chest, in his neck, in his face- over and over, and watch as the blood spurts from his nose- as he cowers and coughs, clutching his chest, struggling to breath. I kick him, again and again, my ears ringing, my mind only set on watching him die, until a hand on my shoulder bring me out of my fit. I stop, looking down at the pathetic attempt at a human in front of me, before looking back up at Murdoc, who is also supporting a broken, bloody nose and a black eye.
"It's over," he says in a low voice, and I look back down at the boy, then at my own hands, which are trembling. I let Murdoc pull me into his chest for a moment, trying to process what had happened. I watch in silence as Barrett picks up Donnie, but I don't hear what he says before he leaves, Scout following him. My ears are ringing, and my hands still shaking, and all I can feel is the warmth of Murdoc, and my heart pounding throughout my entire body, but my skin burns where he touched me. We stand still for a long moment, before Murdoc whispers something in my ear.
"What?" I ask, slowly turning to him.
"It's time to go," he repeats, his voice still low. I nod, staying silent as I allow him to gently take my hand and lead me out, past the other to boys, who both lay very bloody on the ground- David looks even worse off than Conner, his ginger hair stained a darker red. I follow my arm down to Murdoc's hand, which is dripping blood.
"Mudz," I say as we walk out the door. "Mudz, your hand..."
He allows me to gently pull it closer, examining it as best I can through my shaking. "It's not mine," he says quietly, but he still winces when I touch his knuckles.
"Liar," I whisper, dropping his hand to grab the bottom of my tank top, and ignoring his protest, rip the fabric. He lets me lead him to the pool, where I bend down to sip it into the water. He sits down next to me, and let's me dab at it, gently wiping off the blood.

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A/N I was going to make this more like graphic but like,
I don't know it's already difficult to write tbh.