Trigger Warning: As stated in previous chapters, please do not read this chapter if you are affected by rape or violence! This, and upcoming chapters will be discussing rape and violence! As a writer/editor, I DO NOT WANT TO TRIGGER MY READERS. So, please proceed with caution! Also, please remember that I was asked to edit this, so if if you have issues with the story, please don't read it! DON'T ATTACK ME! Try reading my other stories that do not address these topics!

Chapter 16: I Will Kill You!

"Keep them open damn it!" he yelled loudly at the shaking body underneath him, crying in such pain and fear. She wouldn't let him have her, no matter how weak and vulnerable she was naked underneath him, she would not do it. She struggled, moving her legs and hips so he couldn't enter her, his member unprotected just like the first time. "What the fuck did I say!" he yelled, slapping her across the face, the blood rolling down her face now smeared across her cheek.

"Stop! You're…you're hurting me." She cried, feeling the ping of shock.

Derek ran as fast as he could, seeing the glass on the floor. Shards and shards of glass produced by the picture frame thrown across the living room. Blood. He saw red blood, like he was used to seeing at the hospital. Not here. There were times where one of them would get a small cut, just like the neon blue band aid on his cheek from the shaving moment between him and Mer. This time it was different. It was a handprint on the white countertop.

Now, he wasn't just panicking. He wasn't just scarred. He was absolutely terrified, and it only got worse when he heard her scream again, a scream of pure horror. Not the kind he loved hearing when they were in bed calling out his name. This was something unheard of, something inhuman. It pained his ears, feeling as if he had loss the sense of sound. At that moment he did want to be deaf, it would be much easier than to listen to the cry of help, wallowing down the hallway.

"Wa…wait, that's my room." Aaron yelled, dropping Snickers on a safe surface as they ran to his open bedroom door. Derek pushing against him wanting to be the first to see his Meredith. His Meredith who used their code word. The words that they used only for an emergency, only for moments of need. He knew this was practically life or death.

His heart stopped; his breathing stopped. Everything stopped for that moment. Everything in sight in slow motion as he saw Meredith, his girlfriend lay underneath a man helpless, sobbing, blood dripping down her face as well as harsh red marks along her body. Along her legs where she was most sensitive. She had a large bruise on her tiny figure, a wonder how she could take that hit.

This wasn't a man, not a random guy. This was Parker, his best friend next to Mark, his little brother he looked after all those years. His friend. Only a white shirt on his body forcing his body right between her legs. Inside of her.

Inside his Meredith.

The everything started once again, and all the emotions came to him.

"You son of a bitch!" he yelled, his veins popping along his neck, his face reddened as he ran, two large strides was all it took until he pulled Parker off of Meredith, sobbing like he never heard her sob before. She was shaking, just as his patients would seize, when they were in their most critical conditions. She was beyond critical. She was practically broke. The beautiful body lying there all beaten and used, touched by a monster terrifying the living daylights out of her.

He threw him on the ground, half naked and drunk, a loud thump on Aaron's bedroom floor. He did what he had to do, what he felt at that moment. He raised his fist and started pounding.

"I'm going to kill you." He screamed, hitting him right at the side of his head as he groaned. He pulled him back up and raised his fist again, even though it was red and throbbing in pain, probably broken or fractured he had to do it again. He needed to. "You fucking touched her! You touched her!" his hand met his stomach. "I'm going to kill you..fucker! You fucking son of a bitch I'm going to kill you!" he cried his hand meeting his eye. "What did you do! Why?!" he yelled standing up quickly kicking hard as Parker groaned and fell to his back. "Why do this?! To her…." He punched him right at the side of his neck, hearing him gasp. ."…to me. To me!"

"Derek." Aaron yelled, cradling Meredith in his arms, covering her battered body with his bed sheets. The faint sound of sirens were heard. "Fucking kick that assholes life out of him." He commanded, Derek's eyes scanning the love of his life, tears springing his eyes as he nodded and kicked.

Punched.

Kick.

Punch.

Kick.

Punch.

His own hand was bleeding red, his hand throbbing and pained. But he wanted to do so much more. So much more that would involve a death full of torture and pain to the unimaginable.

"I hate you." He whispered harshly, kneeling down next to him, his hand gripping his neck slowly closing in, blocking the breaths taken. "I fucking want you to rot in hell for what you did, you hear me?" he snapped shaking him, Parkers face turning blue. "You here me, Parker?!"

"Derek…" it wasn't Aaron's voice, but the quiet almost unheard sob of Meredith. His eyes met hers for the first time since he came, seeing her in such torture. "Der…" she cried. His heart sank, finally letting go of the tight grip on the man who hurt the one he loved physically and mentally. He let him go, falling onto the floor practically lifeless.

Meredith was alive, far from okay but there. Breathing and beating.

He walked over to her as she sobbed even louder, hyperventilating as he ushered Aaron to move to the side, watch the asshole. From the look in his eyes, he knew that he too wanted to beat the crap out of him. Kill him. Hurt him to the most extent. And he wouldn't stop him, he deserved it and so much more.

Parker was still alive. He wouldn't kill him.

That would be too easy.