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Bridgette

"Geoff? I'm going to run down to the mini-mart and pick up some milk, alright?" I glanced up at my fiancée, who was smiling at me from across the room, lounging on the couch, his feet on the coffee table.

"Can I come with?" He grabbed the remote and turned off the television, strolling over to me and putting his arms around my waist, hugging me close.

I snuggled into his chest and inhaled deeply before he pulled me away to kiss me. "I don't want you to have to go anywhere without me, Bridge," he whispered. "I'd follow you to the moon if it meant I'd be with you. That's all that matters to me."

I was in awe. He was so sweet it was ridiculous! We never disa-greed on anything, and he would always jump through hoops to make me happy. When I didn't answer after a minute, he said, "Do you not want me to go?"

"No no no no, no," I said, grinning at him. "I was just lost in your hug, that's all."

Geoff pushed some strands of hair from my eyes and tucked them behind my ear before kissing my forehead and leaving the room to grab his car keys off the night table in our bedroom.

I grabbed my coat from the closet when he grabbed my hand and led me out to the car, starting it and driving to a nearby Circle K. It was almost one in the morning, so there was no one there but the cashier. She smiled at us sweetly as we walked inside, greeting us with a "Hi. Welcome to Circle K."

"I'm gonna grab a smoothie," I said to Geoff as he headed in the direction of the milk.

"'Kay, Babe." He squeezed my hand and went off to the other side of the store.

I stuck a straw in my newly stirred smoothie and skipped over to Geoff, putting my arms over his shoulders. "Find it?"

He smirked at me. "Oh I found it, alright." He kissed my nose and we proceeded to the counter, two half gallons of milk in his hands.

The pretty blond cashier had just handed us our receipt when the front door behind us was kicked open, two muscular guys in ski masks holding guns out in front of them. "Nobody move! Nobody make a sound."

I squeaked and dropped my smoothie, the guy closest to me turning his gun toward my face, snarling.

Geoff hopped in front of me, holding his arms out. "Look man, we don't want any trou– "

"Shut up!" The second man – a little shorter than the one who burst through the doors first – shifted his attention, and his gun, to Geoff.

"Easy, bro," the first man said, kicking the other guy's leg. He looked at us and at the poor whimpering girl behind the counter. "We want all your money." He held up a beige pillowcase to her, glancing at us. "Yours, too."

Geoff quickly scrambled his wallet out of his pocket, picking out all the cash and change, throwing it on the floor in front of us, as did I.

The girl behind the register thrust the pillowcase back at the taller man, looking like she was about to faint.

The guy sighed, as if this all bored him. "Hands where I can see 'em."

All three of us reluctantly put our arms above our heads, Geoff leaving the milk aside.

"Now all of y'all, out," the second man ordered, pointing his gun at us. He started pushing us out the door, the gun to the blond's back, when he stopped and tugged on my arm. "Hey, man, let's keep this one."

The first one laughed. "Hey, yeah. She'd make a good souvenir."

"I'm really not all that great," I squeaked.

He got an inch from my face. "I bet you'd be great in bed," he purred, his breath caressing my face in a disgusting way. Seriously, I couldn't imagine being in bed with anyone else besides Geoff, let alone this guy. Ugh.

He grabbed at my waist, his hands slowly moving up.

"Hey!" Geoff shouted, pushing between me and the guy. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Back off, jackass!" the shorter guy yelled, his gun pressed to the side of Geoff's face.

"Geoff, don't!" I warned.

"Yeah, you douche bag, back off!"

Geoff stiffened at my side, an arm protectively around my waist. He pulled me out the door with him, the blond scurrying off. As he was dragging me quickly to the car, one of the men ran up behind us and pushed him to the ground, the other wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.

I struggled, but most of it was useless. I was biting his arm, but it seemed to do nothing. I bit so hard, my jaw was starting to ache. Then, with all my might, I kicked out my leg and kicked back in as hard as I could, my foot landing between his legs.

"Aaah!" he yelled, dropping me on the cemented sidewalk and grabbing where I had managed to kick him.

Then, while I wasn't looking, the shorter guy approached me from behind, grabbing my wrists and holding them together. I glan-ced over just in time to see Geoff coming at the man behind me and punching him strait in the nose, sending him flying against the buil-ding.

Geoff grabbed my arms and pulled me close, shoving me in the backseat of the car. "Get in now!"

"Geoff–" I tried to protest, but he pushed me into the middle of the backseat.

He locked the door before it was closed, but before he could shut it, the two men came up behind him again, beating him down.

I screamed, pulling the locked door closed before the men could reach me. "Geoff! No, Geoff!" It was horrific. Watching Geoff and those asses face-off was the most disturbing, asinine, terrible thing I have ever witnessed in my life. They were shoving, punching, kicking.

The taller one grabbed Geoff's shoulders as he wriggled, holdi-ng him in place while the shorter guy came up and began punching Geoff in the stomach, face and crotch.

"No!" I screamed when Geoff fell to the ground. I started brea-king down into hysterical tears, pulling out my cell and dialing 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" an older woman asked me over the phone.

"My f-fiancée's being beat up in a Circle ka-K parking lot!" I wh-impered.

"Ma'am, where are you? Are you safe?"

"I'm l-locked in my ca-car," I replied with a cry.

"Where are you?"

I gave her the address and she assured me that an ambulance was on the way. Though my racing mind doubted it, even though I was sure she wouldn't lie to me and I was just being stupid. This all happened in under a minute, and Geoff was still on the ground, the men's back's to him as they went through their sack of money.

I wiped my eyes viciously, hoping that if I rubbed them hard or long enough, all this bad stuff would go away. Tears streaked my face, and, looking at myself in the window, I knew that if Geoff died right there on the pavement, part of me would surely die inside.

Geoff stirred while the guys weren't looking, turning his head in my direction. His eyes were closed, and I could finally get a good look at him.

I gasped aloud in the car, my hand slapping my mouth shut fro-m screaming again by the look of his face.

His whole face was covered in purplie bruises, paired with the blood leaking from his nose and the corner of his mouth. His perfect, perfect mouth. I know this might seem selfish, but what would I do if he never, ever got to kiss me again? Never touch me the way he did, never tell me I was beautiful or tell me I was his whole world.

He'd never hear me tell him how much I appreciated him and loved him. He'd never get to feel–

Just as quickly as it had disappeared, a spark of hope shot through me when Geoff slowly opened his eyes.

I could barely see, since he was a good twenty feet away, but knew he was probably groaning. I prayed that he wouldn't be loud enough to give away his consciousness as he crossed the parking lot and over to the car.

He slowly, very slowly, got up from his position behind the rob-bers, shakily standing.

I felt myself feeling pure joy flow throughout my body when he looked at me through the car's window. I grinned, waving him forw-ard.

But, instead of him trudging toward me, he turned his back on me and headed towards the men.

I cried out for him in the car, but I doubt he heard me, because he kept moving, on to kill them guys who had almost killed him.

Their back's turned, Geoff weakly picked up two 12-packs of Mountain Dew front the entrance to the mini-mart. Quickly, yet slowly, he inched over and dropped them on the unsuspecting heads of the men, knocking them out cold.

I squealed from the car, pulling up the lock and sprinting over to Geoff, throwing my arms around him. I kissed his cheek even though he protested and said, "Damn it, that hurts."

"C'mon!" I said, pulling him toward the car. "We have to go!"

"No," Geoff says numbly, pushing me away and stepping back over to the robbers. He bent down and picked up the taller guy's gun, pointing it at his head.

"Geoff, no! Don't kill them," I shouted from behind.

He looked back at me, unsure. "They were going to hurt you," he said shakily. "And they hurt me. Imagine how many other people they'll try to hurt and steal from."

I bit my lip, rubbing my arms and turning away from him, scar-ed, yet knowing he had a very serious point. "You're right."

I heard him sniff. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and waited for the gunshot. With a jolt from me, it went off, and a thud followed. I couldn't turn around. I didn't – no, wasn't – going to turn to see blood all over the ground. So I started walking back to the car. I heard footsteps following me, but there was something off about them to be Geoff's. "Geoff?" I turned and saw the shorter man standing with the gun pointed at a limp Geoff, lying on the ground.

"Geoff!" I screamed, rushing over to him. "Geoff! Oh no, Geoff!"

I couldn't see, I couldn't think. The last thing I remember, I was staring down at Geoff when a horrible pain sliced through my head, sending me flying onto Geoff's torso, laying limp and flat.