He had it all planned out, it had taken a while and all of his damn savings, but it would be worth it. He was pretty sure his dad knew what was about to happen but he was keeping his mouth shut and hadn't tried to stop him yet, which to Steve was a sign of approval. Over the years he was sure his dad had picked up the faint hints Steve had dropped about what was going on with Tina which is why he never bitched about her staying so late. Plus there had been a time or two where Steve was pretty sure the old man had opened his door to see both him and Tina passed out in Steve's bed long after Tina should've been home. Shaking his head he soon reached down to take the money he'd need for the short trip; he packed up a few clothes, grabbed his car keys and headed out.
It was 1 a.m. when he rolled up to Tina's house, his headlights flashing off as he put the car in neutral to coast and park on the side of their house. It would be easy, Tina would come with him he had no doubts about it. She'd worry about her mom, but he would figure that out too once he had saved her. Nodding his head, he left his shit in his car, got his keys though and headed around the backside of the house where the backdoor was. The same door, whose spare key was hidden under the third flower pot to the left.
Shit, he wished there was some sound in the house since it was too damn quiet. A TV or something that would mask his fucking footsteps as he walked through the kitchen and down the hall towards Tina's bedroom. Her mom and stepdad were supposed to be out on some late night date to try and repair their failing marriage, not like Steve really gave a flying fuck. Honestly, it would be in everyone's best interest if it did fail, Tina's mom was too damn nice to be with that stupid prick. Either way it was just the fact that they were gone that he cared about, and since the car was gone he knew he shouldn't be afraid of himself being caught. Too bad there was too many years of sneaking in that played on his memories, of near misses when he had almost been caught plaguing his mind. As he continued to try and tip toe with his massive feet he finally made it to Tina's room where he stopped, his hand on the door knob. It was then, in this absolute silence he heard a muffled cry along with a bit of shushing and the creak of a bed.
Rage must of blinded him because he didn't remember nearly breaking the door down to her bedroom. One moment he was on one side of the door, and the next the door was jutted out awkwardly with fleck of wood now buried in the carpet; his body now on the other side of the door looking on a scene that made his rage boil to a breaking point.
Tina crying, almost facedown with that bastard, that low life shitting worthless piece of human scum half on top of her, his dirty hands buried in her blond locks to hold her head down and muffle her screams. His other hand in the process of undoing his pants while his knee remained buried in her back to keep her in place on the bed.
Steve must of bit the inside of his mouth or something because he tasted blood before he even saw it. He could hear Tina's screams and sobs as his massive body launched across the room to knock her step dad away from her, the man's roar of outrage muted as Steve's massive fist buried itself into his mouth over and over again. It felt good, good enough that he could barely feel the man's punches against the side of his face or into his gut.
As soon as it happened, it was over. Standing up he looked down on the older man that laid sprawled out in the floor, his face a bloody heap. It took all of Steve's self control to not kick his head into the fucking wall. His breathing hitched as two small arms managed to wind their way around his torso and drag his numb body from the room, the same arms bringing their hands to wipe at his face. It was then he realized he was crying like a stupid little bitch. Fuck.
It was weird that Tina was the one trying to soothe him when it should be the other way around, maybe she was in shock too seeing her long time boyfriend crying the rest of his anger and frustrations out. Eventually he sucked it up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead. He told her she was leaving with him and to pack her stuff up, whatever the hell she wanted, he'd make it fit in the car. Following her back to the room, he felt his anger flare up smarty from seeing the unconscious man on the floor. Grabbing his ankle Steve dragged him out of the room and into the Living room, leaving him there. He had no idea why he was here and Tina's mom wasn't; he'd ask her later if he remembered. Steve let her pack in peace and maybe that was a good thing since the shit decided now would be a good moment to wake the fuck up. His groans filled his ears when had him turn around to face him.
His eyes met Steve's and with only a microbit of control on his anger Steve told Mitch what was going to fucking happen. How he better fucking leave town before him and Tina get back, because when they do the cops are going to be called. How when Tina's mother divorces him, he'll pay alimony on it. Also, that if he was ever stupid enough to come back that he better stop at the funeral director's place first thing to purchase himself a plot.
Stunned silence followed this speech, but not waiting for a response Steve turned around and headed back to Tina's room to see if she was ready to go. In that quiet house it was easy to hear the muffled footsteps and the slam of the front door. Walking over to Tina, he threw one of his ridiculously long arms around her, to tug her small body against his own. He really did love her and he tried his best to convey all that love into the embrace they were currently in.