Fighter {Completed}

Chapter Fifty-One: More Than Anything {Cole}

Chapter Fifty-One: More Than Anything {Cole}

We drive for hours on end.

It's almost two in the morning before I finally relent to Sebastian, driving us to the bar across town.

Keenan's hiding.

He hurt Ellie and now he's hiding.

We even went to his home. Sebastian had to keep me from burning the place down. If the bastard was there, he didn't dare show his face. Scar called and said that Keenan told Ellie he was leaving town. He'd broken in through her window and stolen her laptop right underneath all our noses, forced her to come get it by herself.

At this point, I'm ready to bury the fucker alive and let him suffer.

My blood doesn't stop boiling; my hands ache to punch someone or something.

I scan the room.

The man next to Sebastian is a common asshole around here, hitting on extremely young girls around this area, even trying to take home a few drunken girls from the club. He's gotta be in his forties, at least. Not to mention, he's been arrested for having sex with a minor, a sixteen year old girl he'd groomed to be his slave. He's a known piece of shit.

I must've missed the conversation because next thing I know, his head is being slammed against the counter and he's falling backwards off of his stool. I look to the bartender, a short, brown-headed girl who seems like she could never hurt a fly. I know the truth, though. This girl is tough. I remember a few years back when she'd thrown a huge man out all by her lonesome, knocked out a couple teeth, too. Even the security guards don't fuck with her.

Which is why when the man stands up, ready to go a round with her, she instantly grabs my bottle, shattering the back half and creating a weapon for herself.

The entire bar stands, waiting for his reaction.

The drunk fucker begins to climb the bar.

Suddenly, I snap.

I want to fight.

I want blood on my hands.

I want Keenan's blood on my hands...but the pedophile here will do for now.

I grab the back of his shirt, yanking him downward and onto his back. I don't hesitate to climb on top of him, the familiar flames beginning to lick up the edges of my vision.

Before long, Sebastian pulls me off.

My hands are caked in blood, and the man groans from the floor, spitting blood.

I deliver a kick to his stomach, making him vomit across the floor.

"Jesus, man. Come on." Sebastian drags me out like a dog, pulling me harshly by the collar of my shirt. I shove his hands away, still aching to go back and finish him off. Sebastian shakes his head at me, clearly pissed.

"What the fuck, Cole?"

"What?" I snap, glaring at him, warning him.

"What do you mean, 'what? Why the fuck did you do that?"

"I helped the bartender."

"You did more than help, dipshit. You almost killed the man. You'll be lucky if you don't get arrested," Sebastian glares right back at me, getting within a few feet, his own fists clenching.

He wants to hit me so bad right now.

"You shouldn't have stopped me."

"You're right. I should let your dumbass go to jail, you fucking idiot. Is that what you're trying to accomplish? Is that what you want? Go to jail, let Keenan keep beating the shit out of Ellie. Hell, let him take her back again, start making her fuck his friends for mon-"