A/N: Wow, so that was one heck of a wait time. I'm sorry guys! My inspiration returned to me though because this was added as a favourite a few days ago! Wahoo! Anyways, here we go!
"I wonder what they're up to out there," Sarah spoke gently as she looked out the kitchen window.
Ella looked up from the plate she was drying and smiled gently. "I'm sure they're fine. You care about Bobby, don't you?"
Sarah made a face and looked back at Ella. "Me? Care about a guy? Please, all I see is dollar signs, no chiselled muscles, no big brown eyes, no just right bad boy facial hair, no…" Sarah stopped and smiled to herself.
"I knew it!" Ella screamed and pointed at Sarah.
"You know nothing!" Sarah shouted back and went to slap Ella's pointed finger.
Ella saw it coming and grabbed Sarah's hand, pulling her to the kitchen table. " Tell me everything!" Ella giggled.
Sarah opened her mouth but suddenly another voice filled the room. "Are you kidding me? A girl is interested in Bobby Mercer? I'm sorry sweety, but are you on some sort of drugs?"
Sarah and Ella looked over to see Sophie leaning against the doorframe smiling. "He's always been sweet to me," Sarah responded defensively.
"Oh he's always nice and sweet until he gets what he wants," Sophie walked over to the table and leaned in between the two girls, "I'll tell you the truth. I can't say this in front of Angel because he gets mad, but Bobby Mercer is a dog. I've seen him trot girl after girl in here, sleep with them, and throw them out. I mean if you're after his money go for it, but I wouldn't get too emotionally involved, if you catch my drift Chica."
Sarah's jaw dropped and she started to tear up a bit, something that Ella had never seen before. Ella looked over at Sophie. "Why would you say something like that?" Ella was staring in Sophie's eyes.
"Now you I wouldn't worry about. Jackie's only ever had one girlfriend and that was in high school. I see the way he looks at you, he really, really likes you," Sophie smiled warmly.
Sarah got up and walked outside, throwing on her puffy light pink bomber jacket and pulling a cigarette out of one pocket, a lighter out of the other. As she lit her smoke she heard laughing behind her. Turning around she saw a group of guys, also smoking, who were staring directly at her. Sarah arched an eyebrow and moved slightly towards them. "What's so funny?" she smirked.
"Steve here seemed to think you were wandering around town with Bobby Mercer," the one guy sputtered before they all burst out into laughter again.
"And what if I was Bryce?" Sarah smiled slightly and looked down the street, hoping to see Bobby's car pull around.
The large, oafish man moved towards Sarah, wrapping his large arm around her and pulling her away from the group slightly. "Well, if you were smart little Sarah, you would remember that any guy you see….I kill. Remember? Remember that little guy you were dating? What was his name?" he sounded like he was teasing a child.
Sarah stopped and stared straight ahead. "Nate," she spoke solemnly.
"Oh yeah, Nate, that was his name, well, I remember he tried to talk things out with me, told me he really loved you and you really loved him. See, that was his mistake. Saying you loved him. You can only love me baby, remember? Well, he shut up pretty quick, only took a couple shots," Bryce smiled as he remembered.
"I will never love you, no matter how many people you kill," Sarah grunted and tried to shrug his arm off of her.
Bryce grabbed her and threw her against the wall of a nearby house and held her up by her throat. "Listen to you, playing hard to get. I already know you love me baby, it doesn't matter what you say. Don't you remember the nights we used to spend together?"
Sarah struggled but stared into his dark, soulless eyes. "I remember how you would come to the club where I was forced to strip underage. I remember how you would follow me home when I refused your offer to drive me. I remember how you raped me and then reminded me that if I went to the cops they wouldn't believe me because I was just a whore. I remember how you still stalk me and terrorize me to the point where I don't even care if you do kill me right now," Sarah spat at him.
He smiled again and loosened his hold on her throat. "Why would I kill you? We love each other," he smiled then pulled her so they were eye to eye, "and it would serve you well to remember that."
"And if I don't?" Sarah held her stare, knowing that it bothered him.
He smiled and leaned close to her, gently rubbing his cheek against hers, "then I'll kill everyone you care about, including the Mercer's and Ella," Bryce smiled and leaned in to kiss her.
Sarah paused momentarily, before her fight or flight instinct kicked in. Over Bryce's shoulder she saw Bobby's car coming down the street and Bryce's boys pulling their guns out. Sarah looked up and saw Bryce moving in for a kiss and responded by putting out her cigarette on Bryce's cheek. Bryce jumped back cursing and his boys ran towards them as Sarah took the opportunity to kick Bryce hard in the balls.
Sure enough Bryce's buddies were all over her, throwing her to the ground, punching, and kicking her. Sarah heard Bobby's car stop and Bobby running towards them. More punching sounds began and soon Sarah was free of the crowd of kicks and punches. Sarah took the opportunity to jump up and see that Bryce was reaching for his gun. "STOP," Sarah yelled, pausing everyone briefly.
Sarah ran to Bryce and punched him as hard as she could in the face. "I DON'T LOVE YOU AND I NEVER DID. YOU RAPED ME YOU SON OF A BITCH. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE EXTENT OF PAIN THAT YOU CAUSED ME AND I NEVER EVEN WANTED YOU IN MY LIFE. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU DO. YOU ARE NOTHING TO ME, YOU'RE A PILE OF SHIT ON THE SIDEWALK. I DO EVERYTHING I CAN TO AVOID YOU AND YOUR NASTY STENCH!!" Sarah had started crying as she screamed at him, then she grabbed the gun and pointed it at him.
He started laughing. "Sarah, baby, you don't have the balls. I told you that I would never kill you, just the people you love. Now, tell your little friends to go inside, you're coming with me. It's time I teach you your place baby girl," he smiled as Sarah started breathing heavily, still pointing the gun directly at his face.
"Sarah?" Bobby spoke up behind her.
"This douche bag was never my boyfriend. He's stalked me since the stripper days, and he murdered my ex Nate. He won't just kill me, he'll go after everyone else, so I'm going to kill him," Sarah smiled slightly as she saw a flash of panic cross Bryce's eyes.
Bobby moved up to Bryce, still laying in the snow. "Wait a minute, little Brycey boy…from Central? I remember you…always following the thugs around, hoping to be one of them. So this is what you do, terrorize a girl who doesn't want you?" Bobby stopped and shook his head, walking away, "You're still just a pathetic little boy, wandering the streets instead of the halls. Leave Sarah alone, you got it?" Bobby walked to Sarah and took the gun out of her hands, shoving it gently into the top of his pants.
Sarah looked at Bobby. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Bobby smirked at her. "It's okay, let's go home and we can talk about it in bed."
"Fuck you Mercer!" Bryce yelled and grabbed another gun, firing it directly at Bobby.
