Disclaimer: At this moment, I am too broke to own much of anything and I am absolutely reliant on my parents. I don't own any legal rights to the Lizzie McGuire series except my character Michael Bringers.

He began pounding the mess out of her when he saw a flash of movement in the trees. Since Mike didn't want to take a chance on being caught, he grabbed Lizzie by her hair and dragged her deeper into the woods.

"Mike...let go of me...please," Lizzie begged through tears.

"Oh, so now you wanna gravel! Bitch I told you specifically do not disrespect me and what do you do?" Mike screamed and then slapped the fire out of her.

"I said let go," Lizzie screamed in a cry of resistance and kick him in the shin. It caused him to fall over himself in pain, and gave Lizzie an opportunity to scamper away.

Lizzie got about ten feet before she fell over because of fatigue and excruciating pain. Mike got up laughing in a dark, violent tone Lizzie was so use to hearing. His face suddenly turned to stone as he approached his hurt and vulnerable Lizzie. Mike pulled her up to eye level with him and spit in her face.

"I own you," he fumed then served her with a series of violent kicks to her abdomen, which sent her shrilling in pain.

"Over my grave," She said weakly and then spat blood at him which land on his shoe.

Mike lost all sanity when that happened he raised back his fist and slammed it into the middle of her face. The sickening crack sound was all that could be heard. Mike grabbed her arm, jerked it behind her, he forced her down to his shoe.

"Clean them or I'll break your arm," he ordered.

When Lizzie made no move to clean his shoe he growled and in one swift motion broke her arm. With that, Mike threw her to the ground and proceeded to wipe his shoe clean on her shirt while she whimpered.

"Give up yet?" He asked the broken girl who was now curled into a ball.

"..."

He crotched down, grabbed her chin and patted her bloody cheek, "That's what I thought. Get yourself together and meet me back at the car in five."

When she didn't respond he smiled and made his way back to his car.

"Over...my grave," Lizzie snorted at his back.

Mike stopped and cocked his head to the side, "What was that darling, I missed it."

"You heard me...you coward," Lizzie cried out from the ground.

"Oh, I'll make sure you get that grave...sooner than you think," Mike growled as he advanced on the poor girl.

The already disoriented Lizzie fluttered her eyes and forced herself to stay conscience as Mike raised his leg above her.

"Any last words bitch!" Lizzie coughed up more blood, which only made it harder to stay awake.

"Touch her again and I'll kill you myself!" A voiced called from behind Mike.

Lizzie struggled to see who her savior was, but her vision was completely blurred.

Mike scowled and slowly backed away from Lizzie knowing good and well he wouldn't win this fight. He knew the guy was a boxer and Mike wasn't going to take any chances with him no matter how dirty he fought.

"This ain't over...you don't know who your messing with." Mike snarled getting within inches of the guy's face.

"Pf...it is now," the person said driving their fist straight into the Mike's groin.

"You can't protect everybody you love," Mike groaned as he limped away to his car.

"Whatever," the person said brushing off the empty threat.

"Lizzie are you okay?" another voice called out to her obviously concerned.

"How did...you know...my name?" Lizzie slurred.

Lizzie saw there were two bury figures knelt down beside her talking frantically.

"Don't worry about that now! (bleep!) call the police and hurry!" the first person ordered the second.

"(bleep!) what if she dies I wouldn't be able to live with myself? I mean I know we hate her but not even a dog deserves this!" the second panicked as they frantically dialed 911.

"Give me the phone (bleep!) while you check her pulse." The first person calmly said.

Lizzie shivered, "Give me your jacket (bleep!) she's cold!" The second person cried out.

"Their on their way, just give it time." The first person said handing over their jacket.

"(bleep!) we don't have any fucking time!"

"I know-

"Do you hear that," the second person interrupted the first person.

"Sirens!"

"(bleep!) your a faster runner, go and bring them here and I'll stay with her," the first person nodded while taking off in a heated sprint.

"Just hold on Liz, help is here...I'll never leave you again, I promise," the second person cried as they cradled the fragile girl.

She could no longer hold on as she got one last look at her saviors before she allowed herself to be sucked into a world of darkness...

5 hours later

Lizzie comes to in a completely white and well-lit room. She groans in pain as she tries to sit up only to be eased back down. Her vision no longer blurry adjust to the room.

"Don't move...you body is still in shock," a calming voice eases back into comfort.

Lizzie focused on the voice and when her sight turned back to normal, she gasps. Lizzie saw two people she hadn't spoken to in almost five years, two people she never expected to see...

That's all and I have a doctor's appointment at 9:00a.m and it's 1:48a.m. Well I leave you with another cliffhanger and a short one at that. I'm gonna revise the remainder of the chapters before finish the story.

P.S: Just to let you guys know I put those bleeps! in there for a reason.

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