Let the Fire Die Chapter 7

I was driving way past the speed limit, but I didn't care, I had to get to this bum fuck Egypt place in Alabama where that man lived. That man that was stealing my beautiful future wife from me the one I had waited forever for, he'd already had his chance with my perfect angel, now he just needed to back the fuck off and give a brother some space, ya know? Courtney was everything I'd ever dreamed of. Determined, understanding, truthful, caring, but of course, sometimes she seemed distant. But that was just because this was all going to fast right? It's not like she actually loved that barbarian, right? She was civilized like me, we didn't fall for people like him, not for good.

I was driving through windy, curvy streets and well past one hundred, when suddenly I saw the address I needed, and turned sharply. I raced up the unpaved driveway, thinking of how uncultured this man must be, how could my dearest Courtney even stand him?, when I nearly hit the base of the house before I realized it.

"What the hell?" Some punk ass guy said, coming out of the house, and rubbing his temple because I presumed, he had a headache. Three other guys filed out after him. One of them looked like one of those emo singer guys, the other was some buff black guy, and the last was some happy little cowboy. Assholes.

"Which one of you asses is Duncan?" I asked, after getting the name and address of the boy Courtney had once loved from her mother, I'd flown down to Alabama and then driven out here to hopefully get her back.

"I am." The punk answered, stepping forth and looking angrier than he had a moment ago. Obviously being called an ass didn't bode well with him.

We sat there for a few moments staring angrily at each other; apparently he knew who I was, just as much as I knew who he was.

"Look, I'm not giving her up." He stated simply, looking at me pitifully.

"You can't give her what I can. Don't you want her to be happy?" I asked, wanting to add an ass somewhere in those statements, but I didn't try it. Fighting wasn't one of my strong suits, but it would probably be one of his.

"You can't give her love. She loves me. She always has." He countered, not even looking up at me, but instead facing the horizon and squinting one eye shut.

"Just let her leave with me now, if you don't she'll regret it for the rest of her life." I said, glaring harder at the man, because it all seemed so easy for him.

"Look, I'm not fucking giving her up. I had to do that before, and there's no way in hell you can make me do it again. I fucking love that girl, more than you could ever know. So just take your Yankee ass self and leave alright?" He yelled spitting on my brand new shoes for emphasis.

"Duncan, why the hell are you yelling? Courtney's got a headache and you're making it worse!" A blonde girl yelled while walking over towards us from a barn a little ways away from the main house.

"Courtney's in there?" I asked excitedly

"Uhm…Court….you might wanna come out." The blonde yelled over her shoulder, which made my beautiful angel appear. Her dress was obviously borrowed since it was very plain and boring, and it was rumpled and short and showed off her every curve, but I didn't care that she didn't look like her normal self, she still looked like the wondrous goddess that had stolen my heart at first glance.

"Drew? What are you doing here?" She asked once she had joined the group.

"I came to get you back, silly." I answered, laughing a little, and smiling at her like I did when we played stupid games that she made up and pretended to like.

"Go home. Go back to New York." She said sternly, and seriously.

"Not without you." I stated, because I had come all this way just for a joy ride.

"No, just leave!" She screeched out, while pointing the others into the house. The blonde and the three boys followed orders, but Duncan was slow to respond, at least until she gave him her puppy dog eyes, then he obligingly left.

"Don't you ever contradict me in front of people again, you hear me?" I asked, getting up close to her, and making her eyes widen before pulling her by the hair to my car.

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I had just walked inside after leaving Courtney with that creep only because she had begged me with those gorgeous orbs of eyes when I heard a scream from outside, that sounded strangely like Courts.

I ran back out the door to see that guy hitting Courtney and trying to shove her into the car. And when I say hitting, I mean hitting like with hands and stuff, not like hitting on her.

"What the hell?" I screeched, rushing down the stairs and over to the guy.

"Look, this is none of your damn business, just go back inside, okay?" Drew answered, looking at me angrily, and as if he wanted to kill me.

"The fuck it ain't." I answered before simply punching the man in the nose and grabbing Courtney from his arms.

"Bridge. Take her. I'll be right back." I said, placing Courtney on the couch beside Bridgette after rushing her inside.

"Where are you going?" Princess asked, her voice light, and faraway, apparently he'd been choking her too, and I could see the red marks around her neck already appearing.

"To go kill that asshole." I answered promptly, turning to go back out the door where I could see that pansy already climbing back into his fancy sports car.

"Don't. I love you." And just as she said that, the asshole reversed and sped off so fast he left a giant dust cloud and I could hear the rocks pelting out from under his wheels, but I suddenly didn't care.

"You what?" I asked, shocked, turning back to face the wonderful woman lying on the couch.

"I love you." Courtney repeated before fainting right there. And even though I felt my heart jump into my throat at the fact that she had fainted, she was back up in moments, and my heart was still stuck in my throat, because she'd finally admitted she still loved, and she was sitting against my plaid pillows on my nasty old couch, smiling at me just to prove it. God, I could have kissed the life out of her then and there. But of course, I didn't.