Chapter 3
Three years ago if someone had surprised grabbed her, Felicity would have been so scared that she would have probably passed out. But that was 3 years ago. Now she knew that she couldn't pass out, she had to fight. She elbowed her intruder in his side. Sara had once told her to aim for the kidneys. She must have gotten close because her intruder made an "Oof" sound and loosened his grip just in time for Felicity to get loose. She ran for the door and was almost there when a hand reached out and grabbed her ponytail, she screamed as she was whipped her around and made to face Jerry.
He wasn't an unattractive man but he wasn't handsome either. Standing at approximately 6'4 he was tall and lanky. His features were plain, long nose and with brown eyes that were set just a little too close together. He kept his hair a short buzz cut. And right now his thin lips were almost snarled as he spoke, "I was told to not hurt you but don't press your luck Felicity."
"Told?" Felicity was a little stunned. Jerry was working with someone? "Who told you that?"
Jerry gave a weak laugh, "I can't tell you that. You'll know soon enough."
He started to pull Felicity towards the backdoor but she continued to struggle and scream. She was sure her neighbors were all at work by now but she screamed anyway. Jerry turned and although she saw his fist coming it still shocked her as it made contact with her face. She felt dizzy and thought she might throw up as pain steered across her cheek. Jerry picked her up and put her over his shoulder to carry her out. His hands slid across her bottom and his wormy fingers squeezed her cheeks. He used his other hand to reach for the doorknob but stopped when there was a knock at the front door. Felicity started to scream again but Jerry dropped her and wrapped a hand around her mouth. He pulled a gun out that had been wedged into his boot. He pulled Felicity along towards the front door and had his arm around her, gun to her head. His lips touched her ear and he whispered, "Ask who it is."
Felicity cleared her throat, ears ringing still from the hit she took. "Who-" her voiced cracked and she cleared her throat she called out, "Whose there?"
"It's me," Diggle said.
Jerry whispered again, "Get rid of him or I'll open the door the rest of the way and put a bullet in between his eyes."
Felicity felt the color go from face. She knew she had to think fast. Jerry reached out and slightly opened the door. He pushed her forward and he looked through the peep hole to watch the interaction. She took a breath and prayed this worked. She stuck her head through the door. "Dig, now isn't a good time what's up?"
Diggle gave her a strange look, he studied Felicity and saw she had only half her face poked out but he could see the red cheek peeking out and saw that she looked terrified. He immediately knew something was wrong. He reached out his cell phone, "Oliver called me and asked me to bring you my phone. He said you broke yours. "
She nodded and then felt the gun Jerry held poke her ribs. "Thank you, "She squeaked. A tear slid down her cheek. Diggle handed her a phone, "I'm actually getting ready to leave," she said. "Come back later, ok?" She had tried to emphasize the word "back" without being too obvious to Jerry.
Diggle nodded, "Yeah, I'll come back. Take care." Back door, he understood. He turned and walked away, the minute he turned out of sight, Jerry pulled Felicity in and shut the door. He watched Diggle walk off the porch. He pressed Felicity against the door.
"Good job, Felicity." Jerry used the gun to push a strand of hair away from her eyes. He had one hand on her shoulder holding her but then let it slip to her breast and he squeezed it. His other hand still holding the gun to her temple. "Very good," he seethed, he squeezed the breast again as if he was checking the ripeness of a melon. Now multiple tears were now streaming down her face. His eyes filled with desire, he leaned towards her and licked her cheek. She let out a whimper. "If you fight me I will shoot you. Understand?"
She nodded. He reached down and started to undo his belt and pants.
Felicity tried think what to do and one word came to her mind in Oliver's voice, "Fight." She knew what to do.
"Jerry," she whispered.
He stopped what he was doing, he had just gotten his pants down, and he looked at her. She tried to smile though she knew it was weak. "Please be gentle for our first time." He smiled, she wanted him too, he thought, he had been mad at her he had been watching her since yesterday afternoon waiting for the perfect time to get her and then seeing Oliver Queen show up and spend almost 12 hours had made him furious. That whore, he had thought. But now looking at her he knew he had been right the first time. She liked to play hard to get but she wanted him like he wanted her. He leaned in and kissed her lips. She let him and felt the gun drop to the ground as he took her by the hips. She parted her lips and right when he started to slip his tongue in her mouth she bit down and at the same time jammed her knee into his crotch.
He screamed in pain and she pushed him as hard as she could and started running to the back door. "Diggle!" She screamed, immediately the back door crashed down and Diggle came in and Felicity flung her arms around his neck. He had his gun drawn and he pushed Felicity behind him. He went in the living room and saw Jerry hunched over, pants around his knees. Fury burned through Diggle, Felicity was like a little sister to him. He usually would have tried to just take the guy in with no extreme force. But the idea of him trying to hurt Felicity, to try to rape her he couldn't help by shoot Jerry in the knee cap , Jerry howled as fell to the ground. John then kicked him in the ribs and slammed the butt of his gun against Jerry's temple and Jerry lost consciousness.
Almost 2 hours later when Oliver came whistling down the stairs into the Arrow Cave. He stopped in his track when he saw the long body with a black hood over its head strapped down to a table. A bloody bandage around his knee, he body looked unconscious. Diggle was washing his hands and beside him was a basin with tongs and blood cloths inside.
Felicity was curled up in her computer chair asleep. Diggle saw him, put his finger to his lips, not wanting to wake Felicity and walked over to him.
"What happened?" Oliver asked, his jaw was clenched.
"When I got back to Felicity's with the phone. This guy, Jerry, was there. You should be proud of her, she fought. He clocked her pretty good but she fought."
"You shot him?"
"I found him with his pants down," Diggle said and immediately followed up with, "she fought he didn't rape her."
Oliver started to lunge towards the man, trying not to go blind with rage. Diggle held him back, "We need him alive. That's why I only shot out his knee cap." Oliver stood his ground but was struggling to control his temper.
Immediately the anger decreased when he heard her voice, "Oliver."
He went over to her and dropped to his knees in front of her. He hugged her gently at first but then wrapped her tighter, he considered never letting her go, "I'm ok," she whispered.
He looked up at her. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, he brushed his fingers lightly across her cheek. She winced, it was starting to bruise. "You need ice," he said
She shrugged and nodded, "But I am ok."
He stood up and looked at Diggle. "Why didn't you call me the minute this happened?"
"I wanted to but Felicity didn't want to interrupt your reunion with Thea." Diggle answered.
Felicity stood up and nodded towards Jerry, "It's not like he was going anywhere. I thought John had killed him at first," she stopped to ponder for a second, "And I was going to be good with that."
Oliver nodded and walked over to the body. He wanted so bad to reach down and snap the neck that was lying on that table. "What made you bring him here and not the hospital?"
"We wanted answers," Diggle said, "He told Felicity he was working for someone. I thought about taking to the hospital but realized they would have to give him sedation and pain meds and it would be awhile before he could talk."
Oliver nodded again, trying to think about the logical thing to do and not listen to what his heart was telling him to do which was to kill this man now. "Let's move him to the warehouse across the street," said and he turned to the row of arrows behind him and picked one up, "And then we will have a talk."
Felicity shivered and Oliver sat down the arrow and walked back over to her. He put his hands her shoulders and then rubbed her arms. "I will end this." She nodded and leaned into Oliver, her head resting against his chest.
"I know you will," she said. She couldn't help though on think about what would have happened if Diggle hadn't been there. She was also searching her mind for who could be behind this. Who would want her and why?
