Molly | Herophine

Chapter 13: You're My Hero

"I knew it. I fucking knew you were fooling around here while I was back in LA!" He shouts at Jo and my first instinct is to shield her from this fucker. My legs move and I find myself standing between the prick and Jo. "Get the fuck out of my way asshole!" He pushes at my chest but I stand rooted to my spot, unmoving and ready to pounce. My hands fist at my sides and my jaw clenches. I'm gonna murder this fucker if he so much as touches one strand of Jo's hair.

"Hero, it's okay," Jo says, touching my arm with a shaky and clammy hand. Fucking Timothy zooms in on Jo's hand on me and his eyes turn to slits, his nose flaring like an angry bull.

"Get your hands off him Josephine or I swear to god-"

"You swear to god what?" I cut the fucker off. "If you so much as make a single move for her, I will end you," I say, the calm in my voice masking the riot in my head.

"Tim, why are you here?" Jo asks softly but the continuous shaking of her hand on me betrays her.

"Why am I here?! You're asking me why I fucking flew all the way from LA to fucking Atlanta just to find my girlfriend in her fucking room with her fucking co-star?" He yells, his face becoming an ugly shade of red.

"We were just rehearsing Timothy. We weren't doing anything inappropriate. Please, stop shouting," she begs and I hate hearing everything about it. I hate how helpless she sounds. I hate how weak her words are. She's such a strong woman but I can't find a single trace of that strength right at this very moment.

"Rehearsing? You expect me to fucking believe you?" He takes a step forward but I'm already right in his face.

"I told you not to make a move for her you cunt!" I grit. We glare at each other as Jo tells both of us to calm down. We can't though. We're waiting on who will throw the first punch. I am not a violent person but I can definitely hold my own in a fight. Even though fucking Timothy is bulkier than me, I am much taller than he is.

After a few second, he fishes his phone from his back pocket and opens it. "Don't play me for a fool Jo. Or were you two just rehearsing when this fucking happened?" Turning the phone to both Jo and I, he plays a video. The video is blurry and was clearly taken from a distant spot but the moment I recognize the pool, I instantly know it's a video of Josephine and myself. That night. At the pool. I hear Jo gasp from behind me as realization dawns on her. "Go on and tell me whatever fucking lie you want me to believe!" I am too distracted by the video that I didn't notice him rip Jo's hand off me, roughly pulling her to him.

"Timothy," Jo yelps in pain and the sound sends so much rage throughout my body. My hand immediately flies through the air and cuts right on his jaw. He stumbles back, his hand massaging the spot where my fist connected to his butt-ugly face, his eyes wide in surprise. "Hero!" Jo grabs my arm before I could take a step towards the sorry excuse of her boyfriend. "Stop it, please," she begs. With a huff, I take a step back from fucking Timothy.

"So you really do want her?" He sneers at me, an evil glint crossing his eyes as he continues to massage his jaw. "Too bad asshole, she's already mine, so go find yourself another slut to take to your bed."

The way he says the word mine is already making me shake with anger, add the way he basically referred to her as a slut has me seeing red. "What did you fucking say?!" I shout, my voice booming throughout the room. In a fraction of a second, I have him gripped by the collar of his shirt, practically dangling him off his feet.

"You heard me," he barks like a fucking dog. I throw him against the wall with all my force, making the table beside him shake and the lamp sitting atop it smash to the floor. My folded arm pins him to the wall by his throat and he gasps, throwing light punches to my body in his weak effort to free himself. I don't budge though, his words fuelling me.