My Saviour.

One Less.

"Baby I wouldn't actually hurt you." Josh tells me in a calm gentle voice, slowly stepping closer to me.

"Stay the fuck away from me." I keep the gun level with his chest as best as I can, hoping I have what it takes to pull the trigger if I have to.

"Baby please, this is just a fight, we will get over it. I love you. I need you. You're all I have." His voice is sad and I frown sadly, lowing the gun slowly. Maybe I have made a mistake and this is just a fight, we have all been going under a lot of stress lately.

Suddenly he charges again and I barely have time to lift the gun and shoot.

💥BANG💥

Josh groans in pain, he clasps his right shoulder, blood seeping through his fingers. He attacks me again, but I'm too in shock from shooting him the first time. We collapse to the floor the wind being knocked from me, Josh straddles my waist and wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes hard.

"You just had to do what I told you to do." The mad look in his eye imprints itself into my brain. I try to kick him off and claw his hands away from my throat. Black spots fill my vision as my lungs beg for oxygen.

The pressure in my head builds as I fight harder to get him off of me, shadows dance behind Joshes head and I wonder if it's death coming to greet me. Suddenly air fills my lungs as Josh is ripped off of me, I cough heavily at the sudden flow of oxygen intake.

I check to see what's going on and I realise then that death wasn't greeting me at all, but on angel of death was saving me. Simon repeatedly punches Josh in the head over and over again, hard controlled hits, like he's done this plenty of times before. I can barely recognise Josh now, blood covering everything. All the bones in his face are broken, beyond repair.

Triss rushes in through the door and blanches at the sight of Simon beating Josh, but she spots me and races towards me pulling me into her arms, making me look away from the gruesome scene.

I sob uncontrollably in her arms and she only tightens her hold on me. The sound of Simon beating wet flesh soon stops and only my sobs and heavy breathing fill the room.

"What the fuck!" Kevin shouts from the doorway looking pissed, he goes to attack Simon.

"KEVIN, LEAVE IT!" Triss screams at him, he hesitates, taking notice of me and what's actually going on.

"Fuck!" He picks up a wooden chair and breaks it before slumping to the floor.

Simon gets off of Joshs body and retrieves his gun, he stands over Joshs body and fires a bullet into his head causing all three of us to jump.

"Deal with his body." Simon says to Kevin, before walking over to me, Triss tightens her grip around me not wanting to let me go. Simon offers his hand out to me and I stare at it for a moment before accepting it. He helps me off of the floor and leads me out the room, I turn back to thank Triss, she nods her head and goes to Kevin.

Simon leads me throughout the house until we are back in the downstairs kitchen. He helps sit me on the same stool as before and he sits across form me. Simon tilts my head up and checks my neck and then my eyes.

"There's some serious bruising around your neck and your eyes are completely red, I'd say some blood vessels have popped in your eyes from all the pressure." I nod my head knowing that he's probably right.

"How do you know that?" My voice is barely a rasp, he stands up and fetches me a glass of water and I drink from it thankfully.

"Happened to me when I got into fights as a kid." He explains to me after refilling my glass, I let my head drop heavily on to the counter top.

"Hey, take it easy." Simon, tucks multiple tea towels under my head and I mumble a thank you. I hear the tap start to run and I turn my head to watch Simon wash his split knuckles, his and Joshs blood turning the water crimson.

I can't help but cry, I just wanted to leave him I never wanted this. The man who I once loved and was the love of my life, turned into a psycho and is now dead. One less person that I know in this world, one less person that I once loved.

Simon sighs heavily and stops washing his hands, he grabs a bottle of gin from the cupboard and starts take some large gulps from it. I reach my hand out for the bottle and he hands it over, I start drinking it fast, wanting to just forget for a while.

"Don't do that." He takes the bottle back off of me, a scowl on his face. "You'll only regret it later."

"I'm just done Simon, he got my friends killed, he tried to kill me. I was going to kill him, I'm not a killer Simon, but I was going to do it, I shot him." The panic starts to set in as the gravity of the situation hits me heavily.

"You can't blame myself yourself for what happened today Hailey, it wasn't your fault."

"How was that not my fault? I should have just suffered in silence and let him beat me when he wanted to."

"He would have ended up dead anyway, if he dared lay another hand on you I would have killed him and you knew it." Simons words frighten me and I wonder how easy it is for him to kill people. I slide off the stool and back away from him.

"Hailey I'm not going to hurt you. I just really fucking hate men that abuse their girls. They deserve what's coming to them if you ask me." Simon sips from the gin again, staying seated.

"How do I know you won't hurt me?" I ask bravely, feeling like a little kid facing their bullies.

"Because I wouldn't have saved your life twice now if all I wanted to do was hurt you." Simon says seriously and I can see the honesty in his eyes. He gestures for me to sit down again and I do, for some strange and unknown reason I believe him. He is right though. Why would he save me twice just to hurt me?