His Girl

Save Me

"Help," I struggled to scream with his hand over my mouth. I could taste a mix of my own hair and the inside of his palm.

"What's going on?" An unaffected male voice asked. I could barely hear. My screams were loud in my own ears.

It distracted Roger, he turned to see who was there. It was my chance, "help me!" I begged.

"Chanel?" I knew the voice though he sounded different. Panicked. He walked around to where he could see me restrained under the much older man.

He picked up one of the folding chairs and cracked the leg over the back of Roger's head. He tumbled off me to the ground. Breaker continued to pummel him. Two more young men were shortly behind him. They joined him, not bothering to ask for a reason. After they stomped on him, the two guys backed off. Breaker wasn't slowing down. He was raging over the now helpless man. Roger reactively covered his head with his arms.

"Don't kill him, Breaker." The guys held him back. He slipped out of their grip and slammed my drink glass on Roger's head. Blood rushed from the wound.

All three of them stood him up and shoved him out the side gate. Lobbing multiple kicks to his back and legs.

"Shit yeah!" One boy exclaimed. They were pumped with adrenaline. "What was that about?" he asked.

I was backed up against the wall, wiping sweat and tears from my face, panting for air.

"What happened, did he hurt you?" Breaker was in front of me. I shook my head. "Did he touch you?"

"He tried to force me to drink and then, well, you saw."

"What are you doing here?"

"Finding you." My voice was barely there.

Cassidy, Amber and their patrons were at the back patio door. The men were looking at their cellphones. Roger had communicated what happened.

"We're out of here. Give us our money back!" They demanded. They sized up the much younger boys, my nerves were convulsing.

"Money?" I whispered. I was so confused.

"Get out of here, you pieces of shit." Breaker had his gun drawn.

"Whoa!" They put their hands up and backed away to the front door.

The girls expressed their displeasure before Breaker banished them back to their rooms.

"Get out of my face, Cassidy." He shoved her hand away as she tried to make nice with him. "Go to your room!"

We were alone outside. I don't know why I'd dreamed that when we saw each other, it would be like a meadow and we'd run toward one another with open arms. That's not what was happening, at all.

"Breaker?" I whimpered.

"How'd you get here? Where's Jake? He left you alone with that creep!"

"No. I drove here."

"You did?" He stared at me almost excited. "You got your license."

"Mhm, and a car!"

"I'm proud of you, Chanel."

"I miss you."

"I know," he swallowed down something he didn't want to say. "You need to go, this is no place for you."

"Wherever you are is the place for me." I grabbed onto his arms.

"No it's not. Do you realize what almost just happened to you?" He punched the pole that supported the overhead canopy. "I'd kill someone!"

"I, uh."

"Is that what you want?"

I shook my head no. I didn't want him to commit murder and do life in prison, but I was dying inside.

"Come on. Clean up and get home safe." He took me to the bathroom to wash my face.

I leaned my head back while he wiped my eyes with warm water on a soft cloth.

"What did I do wrong?" I asked helplessly. Any sense of dignity had been long abandoned.

"You? Nothing." He was adamant. "I'm all wrong for you. You're going to have a completely different life than me. This is who I am, not you."

I fell into him, he held me for a moment then pushed me away.

"Go, Chanel. You're being stupid." His words were a punch. I was defeated. He walked me to my car.

"It's a classic," I said. "Original paint." We said at the same time. That made us chuckle. Me through my tears and sniffles.

He opened the door to see me in, stopping and grabbing the back of my hair first. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.

"Remember the good things, okay?" He kissed my forehead and put his lips to my ear. "Remember how I loved you when it was just us. Okay? Will you do that?"

My chest closed up, I couldn't think or breathe. I stared at him in silence. He put the bottle of water in my hand that he'd gotten me to help me calm down.

As he walked away back to the house, my faculties began to respond.

"And you remember something too!" He turned to look at me. "You remember how I loved you no matter what. In front of anyone and everyone!" I hurled the water bottle at him. I have no idea what I was aiming for but the bottle hit his hand and fell to the ground.

"You are being so selfish, Chanel."

"Me? I've gone through everything to be with you. You're being selfish!" He was in front of me, my hurt turned to anger which turned to my fists flying at his chest. He finally restrained my wrists.

"I wish I was dead!" I screamed at him. "I wish I never met you. Why did you do this to me?"

"I tried to stay away from you. You," his breathing elevated, "you know what you do. With your eyes and that thing you do when you bite your lip and the little way you say my name." He pulled my arms around him and held my face with both hands. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like that, Chanel. And stop pouting."

"I'm not." I could feel my protruding lip quiver. He leaned down, sucking and nibbling gently. His hands dropped to my waist, our kiss escalated passionately.

"Oh, Breaker," I moaned.

"That," he grumbled.