Be aware, some difficult scenes ahead.
Part 37
A late night stroll always seemed to clear his head, or in his current predicament help him formulate a plan. After the other night, his first response was to retaliate; all guns blazing, but after giving it a second thought- he decided that the wise thing to do was to keep a low profile, because now was not the time to make rash decisions. He slipped up the other night; he had underestimated Fitz's and those in support of this ridiculous affair with his daughter. But God be his witness, he would not let Fitz and his men get the upper hand again, he was going to bring this farce to an end; he just needed to be smart about it.
Homeward bound he navigates the pavement with familiar ease, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Enjoying the lightheaded rush of the tobacco, he exhales slowly, before happily taking a second pull. Almost home, he spots his house ahead… However, that's not all his spots. He blinks his eyes' shut and opens them again... taking a second look. It can't be? Was that Liv walking off in the distance?
If so, why was she here, alone, and at this hour? He runs his hand along the waistband of his trousers, in search of his pistol… His hairs now standing on end. Something was off… So he decides to follows her, keeping a fair distance behind. He was not going to rush into this one blindly- he had to suss out the situation first.
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"When we find her, I'm going to kill her…" Abby fumes, her eyes roaming the streets as Fitz presses his foot on the accelerator. He doesn't respond, he can't- he's too worked up, too worried and angry to verbalise his feelings. All he knows is that he has to get to her and fast.
They're close by.
His heart is full- if anything has happened to her… he doesn't know what he will do…
Why oh why did she have to be so stubborn?
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She wipes away her tears with the back of her hand… She's a ball of emotions; she feels like a fool coming all the way over here and for what? To only enhance her fears that her father is dead.
She knew it… Did Huck lie to her? Had he killed him after all?
She suddenly feels sick, and rushes to the curb side, where she promptly loses the entire contents of her stomach onto the floor.
"Are you alright there Miss?"
The hand that now touches her shoulder, invading her personal space and startling her, lingers as she continues to retch. Weakly, once finished, she wipes the side of her mouth… "I'm fine…" she manages, whilst trying to simultaneously shrug the intruder off. Only he doesn't let up, and instead, much to her shock, painfully grabs her shoulder instead. "Ouch, what are you…?"
Sly as a fox, his countenance completely changes, no longer concerning, he looks at her menacingly as his free hand now covers her mouth, preventing her from speaking, or screaming… And then he makes her blood run cold as he breathes heavily in her ear… "We're here to teach you a lesson Miss Pope…" She can feel the bile rising to the surface again. How does he know her name? What is this? And it's only then, as the panic takes root, that she realises that there are two of them. As the other, forebodingly, reveals himself from the shadows, and stands in front of her. Her heart begins to race, as she starts to struggle against her first assailant. However, she is no match for him and he quickly overpowers her, picking her up and carrying her further into a nearby alley.
He pushes her roughly up against the wall, causing her to hit the back of her head in the process. Disoriented she notes him speaking to the other guy there; he's worked up about something, but she can't seem to hear what he's saying… Only now, he appears to be backing away, leaving her alone with the man pinning her to the wall… And that when she feels it… His hardened front pressed up against her stomach; making his vile intentions known, and just in case she's still unclear as to what he is after, he doesn't hesitate to spell it out for her either… Gripping both of her hands, in one of his large hands… He now uses his other free one to systematically violate her, running it across her breasts, down the spans' of her belly and then roughly cupping her front… "I hear you like the touch of a white man…"
"Get your hands off of me…" To her own ears, she sounds and appears a lot more-stronger than how she actually feels. Because right now she's terrified; what with knowing his intent, and yet not having any idea as to how she's going to stop him.
She grimaces as he squeezes her harder, sure to leave bruises in his wake… "It's not my hands you should be worried about Miss Pope…" He leans in, panting, getting increasingly worked up and excited and whispers sickeningly… "It's my cock, as I force my way inside your. Tiny. Black. Cunt." She's desperately wants to cry… but yet somehow she manages to hold back, as if knowing her tears will only spur this sadistic bastard on, so instead she chooses to stay strong and fight him, every last step of the way… "You'll have to kill me first…" she seethes.
He gives her an evil smile. "A little spit fire I see… I like 'em fiery, all the more sweeter when I break them…"
Disgusted, she spits in his face.
And that's when he strikes her, hard across the face, sending her flying to the ground.
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With no fear of the consequences, Fitz starts to knock down Eli's front door- literally pounding away with his fist. "Eli, let me in… I know you have her… I'm not going anywhere until you LET ME IN!"
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Turning the bend, Eli seems to have lost her…
Where on Earth did she go?
Unnerved, he continues down the street in search of her, his instincts on red alert- something was definitely amiss. He grips his pistol tighter, with his finger resting on the trigger.
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A brick, followed by the sound of smashing glass and a shattered window pane; Fitz breaks into the house, frantically running through it in search of Liv. Abby follows him in wearily, on guard… not quite knowing what to expect.
Although, it seems no-one is in…
Fitz runs back, half relieved, half disheartened… "She's not here, I was certain she would come here… Oh my God Abby, what if something bad has happened to her on her way here, what if the people trailing us have gotten to her instead…"
He's hysterical now. Abby can barely console him… "We'll keep looking, she can't have got far… We'll find her… Come on Fitz… We need to get out of here, before Eli returns…"
"I don't care about Eli…"
"You will if he finds you here, and all hell breaks loose- When what we really need to do is get back into your car and search for Liv…"
"You're right, I'm sorry…" He bats away his tears, the thought of Liv hurt, or worse, no longer keeping his stationary… instead making him even determined to find her. He was not going to lose her for anyone.
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She screams at the top of her lungs.
Angered, and seeing red his boot slams into her abdomen over and over again, crushing her arms and hands that now attempt to shield and protect her baby from his savage attack… She doesn't know what's the lesser of evils; prompting his anger and defending herself from his physical violence, or staying docile and mentally preparing herself for his sexual advances instead. Although at this precise moment in time she honestly doesn't know how much more she can take; his attack is relentless. She can feel she's is on the verge of passing out or worse… If she thought pleading for the life of her unborn child would help, she's would, but the look in his eyes tells her that her words are more likely to have the adverse reaction.
"You black bitch, you think that by opening your legs to a white man, makes you special, makes you think you can spit in my face and get away with it… Well I'm here to show you differently…" He undoes the zipper to his trousers, freeing himself before falling to his knees. He pries her legs apart…
"No, please don't…" She weeps, wails, in fact begs him to stop.
But her pleas fall on death ears, because he has her right where he wants her… "That's it, beg… I want you to beg… I like it when they beg…"
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He hears the struggle, and as if somehow knowing it is her, he heads straight towards it, his weapon poised and ready. And when he gets closer, there's no mistaking it… the voice of the women begging for him to stop is Liv's.
His mind is made up… Someone was going to die tonight.
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A few blocks down, several shots fire out into the dead of night, their sparks lighting a path towards them, almost like an SOS signal, being shot from a stranded raft on the sea. Distressed, in need, the residue smoke calls out for help… And when he looks at Abby, and her expression mirror his own, somehow they both knows it's got everything to do with Liv. Putting his foot on the gas he races toward her. Hoping against hope, he's not too late.
