Author Warning: Extreme Violence and Swearing contained within this chapter
As always for Storm x
"What's with you turning up at my gig earlier then!" I'd found John at the bar
"Sorry Claire….What?" John said clearly not paying attention
"Are you all right? What's wrong?" I was concerned; it wasn't like John not to pay attention to me
"It's nothing, just Monique causing trouble again"
"Just ignore her she's not worth it"
"Yeah you're right as always" John smiled "I'm off to the gents back in a moment"
As John returned, I saw Monique enter the pub, John made himself scare whilst I prepared to get rid of her;
"Monique, John's not here" I watched John watch us
"He's always here and you're protecting him"
"Mon, John said he was heading straight home, he said you were planning something special"
"Don't call me that! You lie to me, I know you sleep with him"
"Shall we take this outside?" I asked aware she was looking for a fight, following Monique outside I saw John following behind us at a distance
"Right, I want to set the record straight, I don't fancy John, I don't want to sleep with him, I have my own policeman to go home to, I don't want yours…." I paused "I can't help it if John fancies me, I can't ban him from fancying me. I wouldn't be surprised if you drove him away…" I finally ran out of things to say, recognising the signs of a woman about to lash out I stepped back instinctively
"Liar, you're just jealous"
"Me? Jealous of you? You have to be joking" I knew I was winding her up but she was annoying me
"That's it!" Monique took another swing at me, which I dodged again
"Attacking me isn't going to help" I deadpanned
You're a vicious, vile, home breaking bitch and I hate you"
I let Monique's fist connect with my face, I knew I could get her for assault, I suddenly got very angry and lashed out breaking her nose
"You're a slag, a slapper and a slut; I bet you've slept your way round the office you work in"
"You know something, I might be a vicious, vile bitch, a slag, a slut and a slapper but I'm no home breaker" I turned to walk away
"Don't you walk away from me!" Monique shrieked
I sighed and turned back round
"So what if I fancy John? I can't sleep with him, I have a partner" I held up my engagement ring finger on which sat my emerald that I'd bought a few years ago
"That means nothing to a slapper like you"
"I'd rather be a slapper than an evil conniving self centred arsehole like you"
"That's rich calling me an arsehole when you're the one planning to lure John away from me"
"I don't have to listen to this" I walked away
Suddenly I felt Monique's arm slip round my neck as she pulled my hair, I let out an involuntary scream, somehow I knew she had a knife
"You will listen to me" Monique hissed "Lets see if your precious John comes to your rescue now"
I could see John, Kerry, Cass, Vicky, Polly, Don, Geoff, Duncan and Matt stood outside the pub watching. Duncan began to move towards us;
"I'll kill her if you come any nearer" Monique shouted
"Stay back, I'll be alright" I called playing with my sapphire John gave me
"You're very confident, stop playing with your ring" Monique snapped trying to take it off me
"No! Not my Sapphire, take the Emerald" I screamed as she ripped it from my finger and spat on it before throwing it as far as she could
I could feel the tears beginning to slide down my face, I watched as John dashed out and picked up my ring, I felt slightly better knowing John had my ring
"Claire, don't move!" John shouted
"Looks like this slut means more to him than I do" Monique sneered, pressing the knife into my neck
"You're threatening the life of my girl...colleague what am I supposed to do?" John quickly corrected himself although I had heard the mistake
"You're meant to come home to me not go sleeping with your slag"
"Monique, if you had your way I wouldn't be allowed to leave the house, no wonder I never tell you anything"
"I don't know what I ever saw in you, you're a bastard that would rather have a slut for a girlfriend than someone decent"
"I wouldn't mind a slut actually although Claire isn't one"
While they were arguing I had managed to get my baton out of my pocket and into my hand, for once I was thankful that I always carried it with me, knowing what I was about to do was extremely risky, it could either end my life or save me, I knew it had to do it.
Moving my arm slightly I used my hand to swing the baton into the back of Monique's knees, the knife jabbed me hard and I felt the skin break before she loosened her grip and fell to the floor, I heard the gasps from the crowds.
Turning round I stepped on her outstretched wrist;
"A little more pressure and you won't have a wrist left" I snarled, I watched as she burst into tears, I let her get up while I contemplated what to say;
"Oh fuck off, I don't ever want to see you anywhere near me or John again, understand?" I snapped
"Piss off" Monique spat at me
"You want another fight?" I squared up to her, at least a foot taller
"Claire, leave it, she's not worth it" John said coming up beside me
"Please Claire" Kerry appeared on my other side
"Back off" I growled as they hastily retreated "This is between me and her"
"Damn right it is slag" Monique had hold of the knife again
Oh bollocks I hadn't been paying attention to the knife
"Come on then" I sighed knowing that it was useless to fight against the knife I'd end up cut to ribbons
"Take that and that and that" Monique screeched sounding like she was in an action movie
I flinched as the knife made contact; blood was everywhere, most of it from me, three cuts on one arm and the slash on my neck. I knew it was useless to get my hands in the way, if I damaged a tendon I'd never use my hands again.
"Fucking hell Monique, look at what you're doing" John advanced on her
"You want some?" She screeched, threatening John with the knife
No you don't I thought as something snapped and I stepped in between her and John. I felt the knife slashing away at my skin, more blood fell on the ground as I fought with her, gathering up my strength I lashed out, catching her in the ribs winding her, as she lay gasping for breath on the ground, I rained blows down on here until she curled up whimpering and begging for me to stop, giving her one last kick for good measure I took a look at my arms, slashed to pieces I knew these scars would take a long time to heal, turning to the crowd, I spoke quietly;
"I'm going home" I smiled wearily, covered in my own blood
"I'm coming with you" Kerry, Duncan and John stated together as they started towards me
"Nah, no fuss, see you all tomorrow" I left the group and made my way home slowly, blood dripping from my wounds