(In this story Marty has reverted to her wild, party-girl ways. This story will contain descriptions of explicit sexual situations, including female slash, multiple sex partners, and threesomes. No, I don't think Marty is a slut. She's one of my favorite characters, and she's only having a little bit of fun- okay, well, maybe a LOT of fun.)
*~Eliminate~*
After Patrick had dragged her out of the car, Marty tore away from his rough mistreatment. She ran into the house and into their bedroom and swiftly locked the door behind her. "Come on, Marty. Open the door. I'm sorry!" Patrick cried out as he was pounding on the door.
"Go away!" Marty cried as tears rolled down her face and her make-up smeared. Her mouth was bleeding where Patrick had punched her, and her scalp ached where he had ripped out chunks of her long blond hair. She couldn't believe what a brute he had been to have dragged her away from Tea's passionate embrace.
Suddenly there was a loud pounding at the front door, followed by vicious shouts. Marty would have recognized that voice anywhere. "Todd?" she gasped in confusion. What was Todd Manning doing at their door?
Cautiously she stepped out of the bedroom to see if Patrick had gone into the foyer. What she found when she got there stopped her in her tracks. Patrick was forced up against the wall with a gun pressed against his temple. "What the hell have you done to Marty? Where the fuck is she?" Todd exclaimed.
"I'm right here," Marty stated as she cautiously approached. "Please put the gun away."
Todd turned to look at Marty, taking in her teary face and split lower lip. He dug the barrell of the gun into Patrick's flesh just a little deeper. "I'm going to kill you for hurting her!" Todd hissed.
"Ohhh like you haven't ever hurt her?" sneered Patrick. "What I did to her was a picnic in the park compared to what you've done to her, Manning! No wife of mine is going to be a nasty little whore!"
"Take that back! Marty's not a whore!" Todd screamed as he slammed his elbow with a painful crunch into Patrick's middle. Patrick howled with pain as Todd tossed him up against the wall with a loud thud.
"Todd please!" Marty cried out as she tried to stop Todd from causing any further damage to her abusive husband. She was more scared for Todd than she was for Patrick. She didn't want to see Todd locked up behind bars for killing or maiming her jerk of a husband.
"Marty, Tea told me what he did. I swore I'd never let anyone hurt you again. He's gonna pay for what he did to you," Todd said as he looked at her with tenderness. He then settled his dark scowl onto Patrick.
"Todd, he isn't worth it. Let him go. I'm divorcing him first chance I get and getting the heck out of here," Marty stated.
"You're divorcing me?" Patrick said as he looked at Marty with surprise.
"You bet your ass I am! Tea will help me get a settlement," Marty replied.
"You're lucky I don't rerrange your face with your ass, you hairy piece of scum!" Todd yelled as he hit Patrick over the head with the butt of the gun, knocking him out cold.
Patrick slid down the wall at Todd's feet. Todd then placed his attention onto Marty, seeing her torn clothes and bloody lip. "I'm sorry he hurt you, Marty," Todd said as waves of tenderness overcame him.
"Thank you for coming, Todd," Marty said, and she meant it with all of her heart. To his great surprise, she went into his arms and hugged him ever so tight.
"He hasn't been the same since...since your mother did those awful things to him," Marty said as she trembled in Todd's embrace.
"I'll keep you safe from him," Todd promised. "He won't trouble you again."