Trial and Error

Woo something exciting

Sipping my coffee, I leaned back in my seat as I saw Ash walking towards me.

"Ready to go?" He said as he approached.

"Yeah, let me just throw this away." I responded, slurping up the last bit of my coffee heading to te trash can.

Heading on our way out, I caught a glimpse of an employee bundling up the banner as somebody else started folding up the table. Telling Ash I'd be a minute, I walked over there before the worker could throw it away and asked him for it. Receiving a look that said what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-this-woman-asking-for-trash, and he handed it over.

Folding it up as small and as neat as possible, I shoved it into my (technically Ash's) jacket pocket and walked towards the door. Everything was fine, and I had just broken out of the thick, stale indoor air and into the fresh outdoors when...

It happened.

I felt a sticky hand clasping over my mouth, and pulling me over to the side of the building into the shade. The other hand grabbed both of my arms and held them behind my back. Tears already welling up into my eyes, I struggled frantically, and tryed stomping on my attackers feet. He simply just pushed his leg in between mine, jamming his knee up into my crotch and sending waves of pain throughout my waist and thighs. Instead I tried to scream, and bite his hand, but he just bent my wrist with his other hand, causing a feeling of fire burning throug my left arm.

"Dont try struggling. Just come with me and nobody will get hurt, and we will both have a fucking dandy time."

I recognized the voice. It was the voice of the man at the signing who was trying to flirt with me. You know, the meathead. I think thats what ill call him now. Assaulting meathead.

It was around that time that Ashton walked outside. Seeing this I struggled frantically, trying to scream. Meathead pulled us back closer against the wall, mostly out of Ash's sight. I struggled harder now, trying to push backwards and get his head to hit against the wall, but he simply grinded his knee up farther into my crotch, sending yet another shockwave of pain throughout my legs. Tears streamed down my face and I longed to scream in pain, but his hand over my mouth kept that from happening. But then I had an Idea. Kicking my right leg up as high as I could, I swung it down farther left putting my legs together. I then took my leg and stomped on the end of his foot as hard as I could with my heel. He let go, and I let out a blood curdling, surprisingly high pitched scream. Dashing as fast as I could back to the car, I heard Ash behind me running too.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?" He yelled.

Sputtering and sobbing, I did my best to explain to him what happened quickly, all the while trying to get my stupid key operated car to unlock. I really need to upgrade to a newer car with a phob.

Once I told him the gist of what had happened he turned around. "Call the police. Ill be back in a minute." Was the last thing he told me before he made his sprinted to the meathead, who was doing his best to limp his way behind the building into the woods. Just as the meathead made the turn and his back was turned to the parking lot, Ash tackled him to the ground, and an audible crack was heard as one of their heads hit the gound. Im thinking it was probably the meatheads, because Ashton got immediatly back up, sat on his victims back, and started beating the living shit out of him. I mean jesus, the last time I saw him that angry and punching so much and so hard was in the 10th grade (school bully smashed his laptop then tried beating him up). The ground was covered with blood, and Ashtons knuckles were a deep red and dripping with the crimson liquid. Meathead had gotten himself flipped over off his stomach and onto his back, which was a mistake. He received a sharp hook to the jaw, and his lip immediatly split open. Meathead tried fighting back, but Ash grabbed a hand trying to hit him. He bent it back until it snapped, and meathead screamed loudly.

I couldnt witness this slaughter any longer.

"ASH!! Thats enough!"

He had just pulled back another fist to punch him when I called, and lowered it back down.

Lowered it onto meatheads throat.

"The police will be here soon. Until then, if you make a sound, and I squeeze. Fight back, I squeeze. Do anything except lie there quietly, and. I. Squeeze. Got it?" Ash hissed into his face threateningly. His eyes looked glazed over, and his blood spattered face glared at the sobbing man under him. "Sick fuck." He said, and spat in his face. That was the last thing he said until the police got here.