Dave sat on the couch, waiting for Victoria to come home. He lightly stroked Jessie's silky smooth hair as questions ran through his mind. If she did come home, he wouldn't be angry; hell, she was her own person, and she could do what ever she wanted. Except, of course, cheat on him. Then again, why would she? He was sure that she was totally happy with them being together. He glanced over at the clock. 10:32 p.m. This was so unlike her. Normally, if she went out with her friends, she was home before 8:30 to tuck her kids into bed.
Batista looked back down at the sleeping child in his lap. She was curled tight, her small head resting on his massive thighs. He looked over at Jamie. His black hair hung in his face in wisps, and he lay spread out over the couch cushions. Batista smiled at the two sleeping forms around him, then he remembered Victoria. He lightly layed Jessie alongside her brother, and walked over to the front window. He parted the large curtain and peered out. No headlights in the driveway. No headlights coming from either direction of the street.
Batista felt his heart begin to beat faster, and he felt the sweat beginning to run down his face. He walked over to the end table, picked up his cell phone, and dialed Victoria's cell number. It rang and rang, but he got nothing but her voice mail. He left a message, but he still was concerned. He felt something in his gut, like something wasn't right. He decided to call Trish.
"Hey, Dave," Trish answered, "what's up?"
"Trish," Dave replied, "is Lisa there?"
"No," she said, "she left about a half-hour ago. You mean she's not home?"
"No,"Dave said, "Could you come over and watch the kids? I'm going to go look for her. Something's not right."
"Sure," Trish replied, "I'll be right over."
Dave hung up and continued to watch out the window until he saw Trish's headlights pull up. He greeted her and in a flash, he was out the door and in his Escalade, tearing down the road.
Victoria sat in the passenger's seat, her hands bound to the arm rests, her mouth covered with a rag. Steven drove like a madman down the road, stopping in the parking lot of an abandoned department store. He stopped the car and got out. He walked around to the passenger door and opened it. He firmly gripped Victoria's wrists and untied them. He pulled her outof the car and pushed the small of her back so hard that she fell into the back seat.
Steven closed the door after he climbed in and pushed his weight on top of her. "Looks like you're in a bad postion, Lise," he chuckled, laying himself over her.
Victoria began to whimper as she felt his hands caress her cheek, all the way down to her hip. All she could do was lay and wait for all of this to stop. Steven had her hands bound above her head, so she was completely defenseless against his attack. His hands then wandered to her most private area, one that she hoped he would never touch again. Silent tears began to fall down her cheeks, and she at least hoped that he would only rape her and not kill her after he was done. It was a very said wish, both with negative outcomes. Perhaps she wanted to die. No, she had two beautiful children to look after and care for, and she couldn't let them go to their psycho father.
Steven continued to play out his assault on his soon-to-be-ex-wife, letting his grimy fingers enter her. Victoria screamed behind the rag in her mouth, and not out of ecstasy, but out of pain and fear. This didn't stop Steve, however, who continued to have his way with her. Victoria absolutely hated the feeling that was building in her abdomen. She bit down on her tongue, and tasted blood. Sobs filled her chest, but they had no effect on Steven, who only smirked and chuckled.
He eased her underwear out from underneath her, and hiked her skirt up above her waist. Victoria tried to pry her hands free of the rope, but to no avail. She continued to cry, hoping that this would all be over soon.
BAM! A loud noise erupted , and glass shattered everywhere, falling into tiny pieces around the two forms. Steven was pulled off of Victoria with a yelp, and she watched his body be dragged out of the broken window, the remaining jagged glass being planted in his skin.
The car alarm was now going off as Victoria watched none other than Dave Batista beat the holy hell out of Steven Richards. She watched the assault from the window, the tears still drenching her brown cheeks. Soon, Steven couldn't even stand up, so Batista let him lay there in the parking lot for a while. He quickly ran over to Victoria and climbed into the backseat.
"Lisa, are you okay?" he asked, quickly peeling the rag off of her mouth and untying her wrists.
Victoria quickly wrapped her arms around his muscular neck, and sobbed into his shoulder. "Thank God, Dave," she whispered, "Thank God."
Dave pulled off his shirt and placed it over her. "You might want this," he said, noting her hiked-up skirt and pulled down underwear. Then, over the car alarm, the sound of sirens filled the air. The cops noticed Steven on the ground, battered and bloody, and a massive Dave in the car with a distraught Victoria. They immediately leapt for Dave and put him in handcuffs.
Acting out of instinct, Victoria quickly ran over to the officers. "Please," she begged them, "he was protecting me. That man over there was trying to rape me. This man was saving me from him."
The cops looked at each other, unconvinced. Batista just stood there, notsaying anything. Batista was a big man, so it would be hard to convince the police.
"Please," Victoria sobbed, "he's a good man. He was only protecting me."
The cops looked at Dave, who only stood there. If he was arrested, then he was arrested, and there would be no resistance. They looked back at Victoria, and loosened the cuffs from Batista'sthick wrists. He immediately ran over to his girlfriend and held her in a tight embrace. The cops took Victoria's word and placed the cuffs around Steven'swrists. They puthim in the back of the cop car, and let the couple be on their way.
Batista called a tow company and they towed Lisa's car to get the window fixed, which Batista payed for. He then gently placed herin the passenger's seat, and the car ride was silent the whole time, except for Lisa gently crying. Batista gripped her hand in his all the way home.
Later that night, as the two laid awake in bed, Batista finally asked the question. "Vicki, how did he get you?"
Victoria sighed. "He followed me the whole way when I was with Trish. He was silently waiting in the back the whole time after it got dark."
Dave gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I can't believe that that asshole wold do something like this," he cursed.
Victoria stopped him by softly kissing his lips. "Thank you for saving me, Dave," she replied, "you truly are Superman."
There's the Chapter 12 segment of this story. If you think it's over, THINK AGAIN! It's only just begun! More than one review before I update Chapter 13!
