okay, this one is long and full of lots of violence and some cussing...hehe.. i hope you all like this chapter, i had a lot of fun writing it. once i started i couldn't stop so its longer than i anticipated but i can't make it into two cause well, i like the way it is!
Chapter 21
"Getting Rid of a Nuisance"
We entered through the back door of Jack's home. All of his servants had retired to their rooms for the night. The house was relatively dark. I walked behind him, hoping no one was around downstairs, especially Valerie.
"Is there anyone down 'ere?" I asked, peeking over Jack's shoulder.
"Don't know."
"Ah." I sighed.
"Would ye just be quiet?"
"No."
"Be quiet or im goin' to 'it ye over the 'ead with somethin' really…big. Savvy?"
I grinned as he spoke his famous word. "So, the pirate in ye is finally comin' out again."
He shook his head as we crept though the hallway toward the stairway. Candlelight illuminated though the sitting room, which we would have to pass to get to the stairs. We grew closer with every step; I could hear the faint voice of a woman talking to someone. The shadow on the wall had shown them sitting on a large sofa in front of the fireplace. I watched the larger shadow of the two push the smaller one onto the couch. I stood behind Jack just outside the sitting room. A womanly moan came from the room. I looked at Jack who was equally confused and curious.
"Does Lydia 'ave a boyfriend?" I whispered my question.
"No, she better not!" he said, I clasped my hand over his mouth.
"Shh."
He nodded and I removed my hand from his mouth.
"Honey, we have to finish the plan." Valerie giggled from beneath him.
"The plan is already set, all we have to do is wait until Jack returns." The man said, placing kisses on her neck.
"Looks like yer bitch is cheatin'." I whispered to Jack who gave me a dirty look.
"That bitch!" Jack growled, his face turning red, as his eyes grew wide and darker than usual.
"Jack is that you?" Valerie's voice came from the room.
"Aye." He said simply.
"What are you doing home so soon?" she asked frantically. "Stay down." She whispered to the man.
"I do live 'ere, I can come and go as I please." He said, leaving me around the corner as he entered the sitting room. "Who the fuck is 'e?" I heard Jack yell, pointing to the man on the floor. I peeked around the wall to spot a man stand up from the couch. He was about 5'6" tall, his body very muscular. His hair was light brown and cut very short, he looked to be only 17. "Answer me!"
"He's…my…cousin, just came into town."
"Bull shit!" I butted in from around the corner.
"Who was that?" Valerie asked, looking toward the doorway.
"It was no one! I want to know what the 'ell is goin' on 'ere before I get my pistol out." Jack yelled as he became enraged with anger.
"I just told you, he is my cousin." She lied again.
"Do ye always kiss yer relatives like yer givin' them mouth to mouth?" Jack asked as the other man began to head for the doorway. "Where do ye think yer goin' sunshine? Don't move." Jack warned, his hand reaching for his pistol, which I still had in my possession. His eyes turned darker than normal as he glared at the two of them.
"Jack, please I can explain." Valerie began but was cut off.
"What's yer name, asshole?" Jack asked.
"Ben." He said simply.
"Ben?" I mouthed, the name had sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. My jaw dropped when I remembered who he was. The boy I had helped carry things to his home.
"Jack, just listen to me." Valerie tried to reason with him.
Jack pulled the guard's pistol he had acquired earlier from his pocket. "Ye better get to talkin' real fast."
"Well, you see.." she began but was cut off when Jack's pistol fired through an open window.
"I'm not warnin' ye again! Don't move!" Jack yelled.
"Well, well, well, Val is robbing from the cradle." I smirked, leaning against the frame of the doorway.
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be rotting in jail!" She yelled.
"Leave her out of this." Jack yelled, walking closer to Valerie who began to back up. I watched him point the pistol toward her. I chose this moment to step in, I knew when his temper was triggered it never turned out good.
"Jack give me the pistol before ye do somethin' yer goin' to regret." I said, walking toward him.
"Val, 'ow could ye do this to me?" his voice grew low.
"I'm sorry, it just happened." She replied.
Jack turned to Ben who wasn't sure if he should stay frozen and hope Jack didn't see him. Or run frantically from the house. Jack turned his head sideways to look at Ben with glazed eyes. He set the pistol on the end table and stalked over to where he stood. Jack punched Ben Square on the jaw. Ben fell backwards, holding his jaw. "Get up." Jack snarled, his breathing becoming shorter and shorter. Ben complied and stood again, this time prepared, his fist connected between Jack's nose and cheek. They continued to throw punches while I stood beside Valerie. "And ye called me a two-bit whore." I said, shaking my head.
"Ye are a two-bit whore!" she yelled. "Ye can call me names all ye want. But, ye 'urt someone I care about tonight. I won't let it slip by easily."
"You won't do anything to me." She challenged as Jack and Ben fell onto the wooden coffee table, which collapsed from the weight on it.
"I've been waiting a long time for this." I said with a wicked evil grin as I stared her down.
"For wh…?" she began but was cut off when my fist connected with her face. "Ye've got this and much more comin'!" I yelled, picking her up by the shoulders of her dress and swinging her around into the end table, knocking the candles from the table that went out as they hit the floor. She groaned and wandered around slightly until I slapped her across the face, leaving a red imprint on her white skin.
"Come on, hit me." I dared her, as my breathing became short and a glared at her. She slapped my face and then tried to kick me in the stomach, which I blocked all to easily.
"Never fuck wit a pirate, or 'er man." I yelled, pulling a knife from the end table that still stood. Valerie fell to the floor and turned on her stomach in a desperate attempt to crawl away from me. Which failed when Jack stood on her dress. She tried desperately to get it free from his foot.
"Jack get off my dress!" she pleaded, pushing at his foot, but he ignored. He punched Ben across the bridge of his nose. Valerie was finally able to stand once Ben pulled Jack by the shirt and swung him against the fireplace. She held her hands up in front of her.
"Please, don't hurt me." she pleaded, backing up. She had a few cuts on her face, blood dripping from them into her eyes. This had quickly turned into a one sided fight. Valerie pulled a sword Jack had hidden under the couch. She stood and pointed it toward me with a smirk. "Ha! I've got something better!"
I raised a brow and tried my best to look scared. "Oh no what ever will I do?" I asked dramatically, mocking her to the core. I heard someone fall onto a wooden chair and then onto the floor when it gave out. Someone's hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Get away from her!" Ben demanded. I turned quickly and punched his nose; blood fell from it as he covered it screaming in pain.
Jack stood and pulled Ben away from me. "Never touch my princess." He said in a low growl, kicking him in the stomach.
I backed up slightly in an attempt to look scared as Valerie walked toward me, the sword pointed at my neck. "Your never going to get away, you're going to go back to jail." She snarled. "Its ironic isn't it?"
"What is?"
"You're going to die by Jack's blade!" She said, thrusting it toward my right side. I pushed the blade away from my side and looked at her. I kicked the blade with my left foot from her hand. It flew to the wall and stuck in the planks.
"No I'm not." I said, pulling the sword from the wall. I crept toward her, pushing the blade ever so slightly toward her stomach, nicking it with the blade. "Ye are." I smirked, walking toward her; she tripped on her dress and fell to the floor. The only light in the room was the slowly dying fire from the fireplace. My hair fell into my face as she continued to crawl on her back.
"Ravenica!" I heard my name be called. Out of sheer habit I turned to look at who had called my name. At which moment Jack was pushed into me. I fell to the floor lying on my back, Jack looking down from on top of me. I smirked up at Jack. "Nice to see ye again."
"Nice to be seen." He smiled as Valerie pulled him off of me, bitching slapping him across the face.
"You asshole!" she yelled which Jack only shrugged.
"I could say the same for ye. I can't believe I actually wanted to marry ye!" he said, shaking his head at his own stupidity.
"I was wonderin' the same thing meself, Jack." I remarked with a smirk as he glared at me. Jack and Ben began to throw punches at each other again.
"Don't move!" Valerie warned, having finally gotten her grubby hands on Jack's pistol. She pointed it at me, eyeing me.
"These situations don't end well. Think anyone will go to yer funeral?" I asked.
"I'm not the one on the wrong end of a pistol." she warned.
"Ye don't 'ave the balls to shoot me, nor do ye 'ave the aim." I smirked, wiping the blood from an open wound on my cheek where her ring hand cut my skin.
"I mean it, don't move!"
I stared into her eyes, contemplating for a split second if she would pull the trigger or not. Thinking she didn't know how to use the pistol, because she hadn't even cocked back the hammer to put a bullet in the chamber I shook my head. I began to sway my hips to imaginary music.
"Don't move!" her empty warning came from her lips.
I began to dance in small circles swaying my hips and moving my arms around me. My eyes locked back onto hers.
"Grand time to decide to dance." Jack commented. Ben pushed Jack through the large bay window. They both fell to the ground just outside.
Before I could think my next thought Valerie had locked and loaded a bullet into the chamber. Her hand on the feather like trigger she stared me down. "I'm not playing any games." I shrugged off her comment and continued to mock her by dancing around like a fool.
"What the hell is going on in here?" I heard Lydia's sleepy voice from the doorway. Valerie pointed the barrel at Lydia and fired a shot. My adrenaline pumped, I threw myself in front of her, and pushing her out of the way I took the bullet square in my right side. Lydia fell to the floor followed by me. I ignored the excruciating pain in my side and stood, no longer playing her little game I pulled the knife from my boot and walked toward her. "Yer goin' to regret that move." I growled. "Lydia stay down!" I demanded as I stared at Valerie, if looks could kill she would be dead by now. Her hand shook as she pointed the barrel at me. "Don't move, I'll do it, I'll put another bullet in your body!"
I shook the cobwebs from my head and kicked the pistol from her hand. It flew against the wall and landed on the floor in the corner. She made a mad dash out of the sitting room and into the hallway. I followed her, leaving a trail of blood in my wake. She fell to the floor. "That's why I never wear a dress." I commented. "Its never good in a fight." I stalked toward her while she continuously walked backwards. She came to the end of the hallway and hit the wall. Her eyes pleaded me to turn around and walk the other way but I couldn't. In one last attempt to get away from me, she pushed herself forward from the wall. I plunged the blade into her stomach; I heard the muscles tear as she cried out in pain.
"Like I said, these things always end badly." I whispered in her ear as I pulled the blade from her side. I kicked her where I had stabbed her. She fell to the floor unconscious. I turned around and slowly walked to the sitting room.
"Mommy!" Lydia called out, running frantically down the hallway.
"I'm okay." I called to her. She reached me in enough time to hold me up from falling to the floor.
"No your not, you've been shot." She stated the obvious.
"Sure about that?" I asked, with a smirk, which turned into a cough.
Jack came running from the sitting room. "I 'eard a gun shot, is everyone alright?"
"We're fine. Can't say the same for ol' Val, though." I smirked. "Open up!" I heard someone yell from the front door. My eyes went wide at the thought it could be the commodore.
"Lydia, go answer the door." Jack said, frantically placing his arm around my waist.
Jack picked me up and carried me up the stairway as I heard the front door open. I closed my eyes as blood dripped from my brow.
"Good party. Invite me to yer next one." I commented with a cough, feeling the life beginning to flee from my body.
Jack shook his head and laid me on the bed in his room. "I'll be sure to." He said with a chuckle.
"Where's Ben?" I asked
"Unconscious on the front lawn." He smirked.
"We're good." I commented, closing my eyes. "Wake me in the mornin'."
"No, don't go to sleep." He said, clasping his hands on my cheeks.
"Sorry that bitch cheated on ye." I said, looking at him. "She got what was comin' to 'er though."
He nodded sadly. "It's okay, luv. I guess it wasn't meant to be." He sighed. "I'm goin' to 'ave to take yer shirt off to clean the wound."
"What? No foreplay?" I pouted with a half smile.
Lydia lied to the commodore and told him no one had seen me since I escaped from the dungeon. She claimed she had been the one to stab Valerie in self-defense. The guards took both Valerie and Ben away. I was glad to be rid of Val and hoped I'd never see her again. Lydia and I both agreed we had finally gotten rid of the nuisance named Valerie Mayfield.