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Author's Note: Hey guys! So, as I said in my author's note in the last chapter, I will only be making updates on this story. I'll be honest, this chapter has been the most difficult to right because of the action taking place. Anyway, I'll let you guys be the judge on whether I did this story justice. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten: Saving Her

Alvin's Point of View:

I stood there…waiting. I stared…waiting. I held my breath…waiting. I waited for Brittany to come back to me and tell me she believed me. I waited for her to run into my arms and hug me tightly as I held her close to me. I waited for her to whisper in my ear and tell me she felt the same way about me as I did for her. I waited for me to wake up from this nightmare. I waited…

Nothing happened. I stood in front of the restroom door Brittany had walked out of only a few short moments ago, hoping for her return. She didn't come back. She didn't listen to me. She left me even after I confessed my love for her. She left…even after that passionate kiss we shared.

I thought back to our kiss, going through every second after our lips had touched. She was surprised. I knew because her lips were stiff, and she beat my chest trying to get away from me. But as the kiss continued, I felt her lips soften against mine, and she soon fell into my arms.

The feeling of Brittany's succulent lips on mine was so amazing, and as my hands rubbed up and down her back and squeezed her firm and perfect ass, I knew I would remember the sensations I felt during that moment for a long time. I would remember how Brittany's tongue wrestled against mine and how I loved every minute of it. I would remember how it felt to have my body against hers. God, it felt so incredible, and there was a part of me that never wanted the feeling to stop.

But it had stopped. I had let her leave, and let her return to that son of a bitch who had the nerve to lay his hands on her. I had failed to save her, and I would never be able to feel her lips against mine again. Never…never…

I shook my head sorrowfully as I crouched down to the floor. I encircled my arms around my head, and tears began to roll down my cheeks. I cried my eyes out, mourning over the loss of the sweet and beautiful love of my life. It was over…really over…and there was nothing I could do about it.

WHAT? a loud and angry voice shouted.

Taken by surprise, I quickly brought my head up and looked around to find the source of the noise, wiping the tears from my cheeks. There was nothing in the restroom. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of the air conditioning.

HOW THE HELL CAN YOU SAY THAT? the voice yelled again.

It was at that moment that I realized where the voice was coming from…my mind.

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD SAY THAT! it screamed heatedly at me.

I sighed and stood up straight. Why not? You and I both know it's finished. That little piece of dog crap won. He's going to have his way with her, and I can't stop him.

Out of nowhere, a sudden blast of pain coursed through my head, and I felt as if I would pass out from the shock.

OH, WILL YOU STOP WITH THE PITY PARTY AND SHUT THE HELL UP? IT'S NOT OVER UNTIL I SAY IT'S OVER, AND LET ME TELL YOU, PAL, IT'S NOT OVER, NOT BY A LONG SHOT!

Coming out of my stunned state, I listened carefully to the enraged voice inside my head. I suddenly felt a wave of understanding come over me. The angry voice was right. It wasn't over. It couldn't be over. I wouldn't let it be over.

Seeing a purpose for the first time since Brittany walked away from me, I burst through the restroom door and hurriedly made my way out of the restaurant. When I came close to the table I was sitting at, I took money out of my wallet and threw it near the table, not caring whether any of it actually landed on the table. Once outside of the restaurant, I started to run. I ran as fast I as could go, running anywhere and everywhere. I had to find Brittany, and I had to find her fast.

Running through the neighborhood, I could feel my lungs and calf muscles burning. However, the adrenaline coursing through my body gave me the strength and willpower I needed to push on. I couldn't stop now. I couldn't stop while Brittany, my Brittany, was in great danger. There was no way I was going to let that asshole lay a hand on her. I would stop him, even if it killed me.

Without even realizing it, my legs took me straight through the park, the very same place that had ruined my life. I couldn't think about that now. I was on a mission. Frantically looking around as I ran, there was still no sign of Brittany. Where was she? She couldn't have just vanished into thin air. That's when I heard a voice.

"No, Colin, stop!" the voice screamed.

Oh, no! No, no, no! I knew exactly whom the voice belonged to. It was definitely Brittany, and judging from the panic in her voice, she was definitely in trouble. My legs picked up more speed as I followed the scream. Seconds later, I saw them, and I immediately felt the blood boil through my body from what I witnessed. What's His Face had himself all over Brittany trapping her against a tree. I could see her struggling to break free. Oh, hell no! That son of a bitch was not going to get away with this!

"Be a good little girl and just give me what I want," I could hear him say, as I got closer.

That comment really sent me over the edge. I ran faster and faster, getting closer to them with every step I took. Then, when I finally reached them, I used all of my upper body power to pull the little mo foe off of the girl I loved by the shoulders.

"What the…" I heard him shout.

Before I could utter another word, I swiftly grabbed his right shoulder and turned him to face me. After balling my right fist as hard as I could, I socked him right in his jaw. The blow was so hard that I swear I heard his jaw crack as he fell to the ground almost limply. Whether he was unconscious or not, I wasn't sure. When What's His Face didn't move, I turned my attention towards Brittany to see her staring at me with wide and terrified eyes. She shakily pulled up her underwear that jerk off had managed to pull down to her knees as I walked up to her, placing my hands on either side of her face.

"Brittany, are you okay?" I asked worriedly looking into her scared icy blue eyes. "Are you hurt?"

She was silent for what seemed like hours until she finally started sobbing.

"Oh, Alvin," she cried as she fell into my chest.

Wrapping my arms around her, I began rubbing her back soothing, doing whatever I could to calm her down. I whispered softly in her ear that she was safe and that I was here. Unknown to us, my punch to the asshole's face hadn't knocked him out.

"Damn it, you again?" he asked angrily.

Knowing I had to face this jerk once and for all, I let go of Brittany's face and quickly put her behind me, immediately going into defensive mode. I watched as What's His Face slowly stood up and looked at me, his lip leaking blood and his eyes filled with rage.

"I thought I took care you, you little fucker," he said, wiping away the fresh blood oozing from his lip.

"You can't get rid of me that easily," I said furiously.

His eyes burned with a fiery intensity of vengeance and resentment as he took a few steps towards Brittany and me.

"Well, I suggest you get out of the way," he said, "unless you want to get hurt."

"You stay the hell away from Brittany, asshole," I screamed.

Brittany stood close to my back, and her hands were clenched around the fabric of my shirt. I knew she was scared. Hell, I was a little scared myself, but no one was going to hurt Brittany on my watch. It was time to put this mo foe in his place.

"You piece of shit," he hissed. "What are you doing protecting such a slut like her, anyway? Can't you see she was practically asking for it?"

"Shut your fucking mouth, jackass!" I yelled, cursing for the first time in my life. "The only thing she was asking for was for you to stop!"

"Not from my point of view," he continued as he began pacing. "You see, every girl is nothing but a sex toy for men. The only thing they're good for is to give us men pleasure. That's all they'll ever be good for. I'm just living up to that expectation, and the sooner you understand that, the better this situation will be."

"You sicko!" Brittany screamed from behind me. "You're crazy!"

Brittany tighten her grip on my shirt as I yelled, "That's the stupidest shit I have ever heard! You've got some serious mental issues!"

"To each his own," he said, shrugging his shoulders as if what he had just said was nothing, "Now, get out of the way. Miss Brittany and I have some unfinished business to attend to."

"Make me, punk ass!" I screamed to the top of my lungs. "I'd like to see you try."

"Hmm…suit yourself," he said as he stopped his pacing and looked down at his feet.

I watched his stature carefully, looking for any signs in this body motions that would let me know he was about to attack me. A whole minute had passed, but he hadn't moved from his spot or looked back up from the ground. Then, I noticed his feet shift into different positions, and I knew what was coming. All of a sudden, What's His Face began to charge like a crazed and furious bull.

"Brittany, move!" I yelled.

Without giving Brittany the time to respond, I hastily took her arm and pushed her away from me. I heard a small yelp escape her mouth as well as a thud once she hit the ground. I didn't want to push her away, but she didn't need to get hurt because of me. Seconds later, I felt the full impact of What's His Face's thick skull and chest against my stomach like a hard wreaking ball. The wind was knocked completely out of my system as we collided with the cold, solid ground, me grunting in pain from the blow.

What's His Face had my arms and legs pinned down before I could even throw a punch at him, and unfortunately for me, he was the first to throw the punch. Tightly balling his fists, he hit me five times right in the face and jaw, whamming his knuckles against my jawbone. From the force of the punches, he could have completely broken my jaw in half, but lucky for me, I felt that my knee was really close to his groin. So, absorbing his punches and focusing my mind as much as possible, I shifted my knee into position. I struck him hard in the groin, and he went down in an instant, falling beside me and groaning from the intense pain I could only imagine he was feeling.

As he laid on the ground in a fetal position and clutched his manhood, I sat up as quickly as I could. I looked over at where I had pushed Brittany. I hadn't pushed her far, but at least she was far enough away from the scrap so she wouldn't get hurt. Knowing a kick to the groin would keep What's His Face occupied for a while, I crawled over to Brittany, who had not attempted to stand up from the spot where she had fell. Once close enough, I grabbed onto Brittany's chin and forced her to look at me.

"Brittany," I said. "You need to get out of here, now."

Brittany stared at me, her eyes a million times wide and full of terror. There was so much fear in them and I could even feel myself getting scared.

"No, Alvin," she said a little frightened but determined. "I'm not going to leave you."

Hearing that response, I knew getting Brittany to leave would be harder than I expected. Even in times of crisis, she was still as stubborn as a mule.

"I'll be fine, Brittany," I said reassuringly, "but you need to go. Run and call the police. They'll be able to put this guy behind bars and keep you safe. You have to be safe, and you can't do that if you're still sitting here."

She shook her head violently, willing me to let go of her chin.

"I can't leave you," she said, "What if something happens to you?"

"Nothing's going to happen," I responded as calmly as possible. "Just go."

"But, Alvin…"

"Go, Brittn..."

Suddenly, something grabbed my ankle and jerked at my foot, and before I could even blink, I was being pulled back. Oh, damn it! That son of a bitch recovered fast!

Trying to keep myself from being pulled back any farther, I dug my nails into the dirt. However, What's His Face was too strong for me. He jerked my entire body back towards him, causing me to growl and my nails to make straight lines in the dirt. It felt as if my nails were being ripped out of my fingertips.

Then, he swiftly turned over on my side, and giving me no time to act, his foot came crashing into my stomach, knocking the wind out of me once again. Then, his foot came down once again. This time, he aimed for my face. With a hard whack to nose, I immediately heard a crack and a sharp, agonizing pain shot through my face. I screamed out in anguish and felt a warm liquid, most likely blood, gush from my nose.

"That's for being an ass, punk," I heard him say.

As pain continued to course through me, I listened as footsteps walked away from me, crushing the brittle grass on the ground. Then, I heard an ear piercing scream, and ignoring the pain as best as I could, I looked up to see What's His Face closing in on Brittany. Oh, hell no!

"Stay away from me!" Brittany yelled as she crawled away from him, rustling the grass as she did so.

"Come to daddy," I heard him say vengefully as he gained up on her.

Hearing him talking to Brittany like that, the pain in my face completely disappeared, and soon, all of my strength, adrenaline and anger came back and raced through my veins once again. There was no chance in hell I was going to let him touch Brittany again.

Getting up at full speed, I jumped onto my feet, ran over and grabbed What's His Face by his shoulders, letting my nails claw as much as they could through his shirt and into his skin. I slung him towards the ground and jumped on top of him, my knee poking like a knife into his spine. I grabbed, held and twisted his arms like a pretzel behind his back, preventing him from making any movements. However, What's His Face was putting up one hell of a fight. I wouldn't be able to keep him down much longer.

"Brittany, run!" I screamed turning towards her.

Standing up, Brittany began running away from the scene. I could feel What's His Face squirm underneath me, and with a few more twists and turns, one of his arms escaped my grasp. Brittany must have noticed because she turned back around with a horrified expression on her face.

"Alvin!" she yelled

"Damn it, Brittany, run! Get the hell out of here!" I screamed again.

Realizing how angry I was, Brittany took off again, but this time, she didn't look back. She was soon out of sight, and moments later, What's His Face had turn the tables on me. He flipped me over onto my back and pinned me down like he had before, staring me down with anger and fury burning in his eyes.

"You son of a bitch!" He shouted ferociously. "You let her get away!"

"Fuck you, jackass!" I cried out. "What are you going to do about it?"

With that, What's His Face balled up his fists again and began punching my face in, reminding me just how much my face was already in pain. Every punch felt like hard, jagged rocks and they were becoming harder and coming down on me faster than the one before it. I could hear and feel my skull begin to crack. The pain multiplied even more, and the blood gushing out of my nose was now flowing, some of it entering my mouth. I wanted so desperately to fight back, but with What's His Face on top of me, I had no way of defending myself. He had me right where he wanted me, and there was no way I could stop him.

The punches continued to come, and I gradually began to lose consciousness. My body grew numb and soon, my vision became fuzzy. More blood oozed out of my face, and I felt faint. How much blood had I lost?

I didn't care though. At that moment, the only thought going through my mind was that my Brittany was safe. I had done what I thought couldn't be possible. I had saved her. She was safe…

Then, with one more punch to the face, everything went black…