AN: What will Brett find when he get's home? Read and find out...

Chapter Eight: Fight For Love

Brett sped home, Concern for Mickie ringing in his ears as he came to a screeching halt in front of his house. As he stepped out of his car, he saw that his front door was wide open. With dread and worry deep in his mind, he ran straight in to his home. His living room was in total disarray. Articles of furniture were overturned and thrown everywhere. His lamp was broken, and other stuff was thrown around everywhere. Brett didn't care about how his house looked. He was concerned about Mickie. He ran towards his bedroom, and he saw them.

Mickie was lying face backwards on the bed. She was unconscious, and Jason was walking towards her, unzipping his pants as he did so.

"Get the fuck away from her, you sick bastard!" Brett screamed at Jason. Jason turned around, and began walking towards Brett.

"I am going to kill you!" Jason screamed. "You took her away from me!"

"Took her away?" Brett said in mock disbelief. "All you did was beat her and belittle her! I am the one who really love her!"

"Love her?!" Jason shouted back. "She is mine! Not yours!"

"Go to hell." Brett said softly and coldly.

"You first!" Jason shot back. He then lunged at Brett, but he dodged the pounce, and lunged himself at Brett. Jason dodged and flipped Brett backwards, causing Brett to hit the back of his head against the wall. Jason saw this as the perfect opportunity to try and get some blows in. Brett saw him coming and when the opportunity presented itself, Brett kicked Jason hard right where it counts. Jason fell on the ground, writhing in pain. Brett stood up, and just stared at Jason.

Images of Jason beating on Mickie and all the trouble that he caused her boiled over. Brett grabbed the front of his shirt, and just started to hit Jason in the face over, and over, and over again. Right before he was going to deliver a punch at would have killed Jason...

"Oh..." A soft moan came from behind him. Brett looked behind him, and saw that Mickie was coming to. Brett dropped Jason, causing the back of Jason's head to hit the wooden floor. Brett immediately ran to Mickie's side.

"Mickie, are you all right?" Brett asked, deep concern on his face.

"My head... Jason, where is he?" Mickie asked quietly. Brett swallowed, and pointed to a beaten Jason, lying in the hallway. Mickie stared at him for a little bit, and back at Brett.

"You did that?" Mickie asked him.

"Yeah." Brett said, sort of ashamed at what he did to Jason. "Mickie, he was going to rape you, and I couldn't and wouldn't let that happen.

Mickie looked at Brett for a minute, threw her arms around him, and said, "Thanks."

"No problem."

TWO YEARS LATER...

Brett and Mickie were calmly walking in the park near their house. Mickie sat on the bench, and looked at her boyfriend Brett. Brett sat on bench beside her, and wrapped his arm around her.

"So, enjoying yourself?" Brett asked slyly.

"I sure am." Mickie answered.

"Mickie," Brett's voice had a serious tone to it. "I have always loved you ever since we were in high school. Mickie..."

Brett pulled out a small box, opened it, and it held a small ring. Mickie's eyes began to tear up, and she threw her arms around him, crying happily.

"Yes. I will." Mickie said happily. Brett smiled, and hugged her tightly in return. Mickie and Brett truly meant to be.

AN: A story of pain and turmoil ends in a happy engagement, just as it should end. Stay tuned for a sequel. Thanks for reading!!!