The Flyer & The Frat Star

The Fight

Hero

I may be borderline tipsy at this point, but I instantly feel the shift in Josephine's energy as her body goes completely rigid in my hands. One minute we were swaying sexily to the beat and the next she's as still as a statue. What the fuck happened? I lean over her shoulder to assess the situation and see her gaze fixated across the room as I feel a slight tremble shaking her body as she stares unblinking, borderline catatonic. I follow her line of sight to see her looking at the guy talking to Sam in the corner, who I'm pretty sure is the captain of the rugby team who's in our Chemistry class— a real grade-A douchebag fuckboy, and that's coming from a former fuckboy himself. I take one look back to the expression on my precious Josephine's face and everything suddenly clicks together, albeit a bit delayed from my alcoholic haze, and I instantly sober up at the realization. The pure fear in her eyes is enough of a confirmation to know that this is the motherfucker that raped her. The cowardly piece of shit who drugged an innocent, beautiful creature because no real woman would want him otherwise. And I was going to fucking kill him.

I can't see anything but red and can't feel anything but the love of my life shaking uncontrollably against me as she stares down the man who violated her just last year. The blood is pounding in my ears as I gently nudge her to the side and immediately make my way towards the bastard, shoving every drunken imbecile out of my way as I charge forward. I can vaguely hear my angel calling out to me to stop, but my vision homes in on the smirking face of Josephine's assaulter and all I can think about is how powerless and scared she must have felt as he defiled her against her will. No one fucks with my girl. The next thing I know I have the little punk pushed up against the nearest wall with my forearm pressed against his neck as I feel the familiar tingle of rage pulsing through my veins. He's probably got about an inch on me height-wise and he's obviously in shape to be on the rugby team, but with the amount of pure wrath I'm feeling right now I know I could snap his spineless ass in half easily. "What the fuck is your problem, bro?" he smirks at me. He has the fucking audacity to smirk at me, and I plan on permanently wiping that fucking look off his pimpled face.

"What the fuck is my problem?!" I yell as my forearm places more pressure on his neck, pinning him to the wall as his face begins to turn red.

"Bro, settle down, no need for violence," I feel Sam yank me back by my shoulder, my eyes refusing to leave the lowlife in front of me as the color begins to come back to his face. My breath is ragged, and I can feel my chest heaving as I try to reign in my anger. I don't do this anymore; this isn't who I am. But this is different. This is for Josephine. Just the thought of her ignites another wave of fury in me as I lunge forward to attack him, but Sam wraps his arms around me to stop me from beating his face into a fucking pulp.

"Hero, stop!" I hear her angelic voice clear as day over the dull roar throbbing behind my ears. Her plea is full of hurt and fear, jolting me from my predatory stare down as I turn to look at her and find her eyes reflecting the same emotion, brimming with unshed tears as she looks from me to her rapist and back to me with that pleading look, begging me to let it go. As I keep my gaze on Jo, I feel my anger lessen a bit and morph into concern. I move to take one last look at the piece of shit still against the wall before leaving to comfort my girl when I see a look of recognition pass over his ugly face.

"Oh, I see, Tiffin," he taunts, a malicious smile forming, "Have fun with my sloppy seconds." The next thing I know I'm attacking him full force, hearing the satisfying crack as my fist connects with his nose. I can hear Jo scream out from behind me as the crowd roars at the sight of a fist fight like the bunch of immature shits they are. He falls to the floor as I continue throwing punches, reveling in the adrenaline coursing through my as I watch the blood run from his face. This stupid piece of shit rapist deserves worse than this, I could kill the motherfucker with my bare hands thinking about him touching my Josephine.