A/N: So I haven't written anything in a long while, and I found this deep in the dark, cobwebbed files of my laptop. Rated for blood and swearing.
Fandom: The Spitfire Gril
Genre: Drama
Rating: T
Set: Before the movie, and the five years that Percy spent in jail for manslaughter.
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Johnny B. Goode
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He shouldn't be here. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was supposed to be at a bar, a nightclub, or some woman's house; anywhere but here.
The very sudden feeling of his fist coming into contact with her stomach said that yes, he was most definitely here. Groaning, Percy fell back onto the uncomfortable hotel bed, feeling the springs creak beneath her and protest under the sudden lurch and weight. A bolt of pain shot down her spine. Desperately scrambling up, her blue eyes widened as he came closer. The dim, sputtering light made shadows dance in the creases of his face, and his bloodshot eyes glared into hers.
"You fucking… you little bitch…" He didn't seem to come up with a reason for why he was doing this, doing this again, but he didn't need one anymore. Or it could be that the alcohol she could smell – gagged – on him had made him incapable of coherent speech.
Either way he continued to curse her and stumbled forward, hands clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles turned white and he swung again.
The weight of her seven-months-pregnant stomach made her movement slow, and Percy cried out as he caught her jaw, turning her around, then swung again and hit her spine.
The pain in her back had deepened, as if an iron fist had hold of her. Then something was breaking, and the fist let go of what it had been holding.
The blood was a hot, wet rush down her thighs, and the chill of her skin moved inward. Her pelvis was breaking, she could feel it, and her vision was growing dark and the blood was down her legs, now, and there shouldn't be so much…
She heard someone screaming and her throat hurt and her back and between her legs hurt and she wondered whom it was that was making that awful, high keening noise. There was somebody shouting, for sure, but she thought that maybe the screaming sounded very familiar, that she'd heard it before.
And when everything went dark, she realized that the person screaming was her.
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