Also, I'd like to note that I do not own ABC's "General Hospital" or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
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"What do you want?" Kristina asked, greatly annoyed. All she wanted at that moment was to get home and far away from Ethan and his lies. She did not want to deal with Crazy Zacchara.
"I want you, little chickadee," said Anthony giving Kristina a lustful wink. He reached out for her and pulled her against him, thinking this sweet little thing would help him get revenge against Sonny Corinthos.
"You're a hot little thing," he breathed.
"Eeeeeeew! LET GO OF ME!" Kristina cried out as she struggled to get out of the old weirdo's grasp. She wanted to go home. She tried to pull away from him. She had heard stories about Anthony and knew he was crazy. She didn't want to die or get hurt.
Anthony got excited by Kristina's struggles as he was leering in her face. He grabbed her ass as he held her against him. "Don't scream sweet thing," he said as he held her tightly. "You and me are gonna have ourselves a little fun."
"No," Kristina said as she began to sob.
"Let me go! Please, please let me go, " she begged. She didn't want to have fun; she wanted to go home to her mom. She tried to pull away from him again but her efforts were futile.
Anthony ripped open Kristina's blouse, popping all the buttons. He then tore the lacy fabric of her bra, exposing her lovely breasts. "Yummy!" he said, licking his lips.
Ethan rounded the corner as he was leaving the docks. That's when he saw Kristina half-naked and pushed up against a wall as Anthony Zacchara was pressed up against her. The old man was breathing all over Kristina's pink-tipped breasts while drooling on them.
Ethan lost it. He grabbed the old man and started pounding on him.
Kristina wrapped her clothing around her as best she could once Anthony had been pulled off of her. She saw it was Ethan who had come to her rescue. She was surprised when she realized who had stopped the attack.
Ethan continued to beat up Anthony Zacchara until blood gushed from the older man's nose. "NEVER touch her again!" Ethan screamed as he dropped the crazy old guy to the ground.
Ethan then turned to Kristina, seeing her clothing which was damaged and torn. "Kristina, are you okay?" he asked as he took her into his arms. He held her close against his chest, caressing her hair to comfort her.
Kristina let the tears fall as Ethan was holding her. She could no longer hold them all in. "I was so scared," she sobbed. She had no idea if Anthony would have gotten away with raping her or not. She was grateful that Ethan had been there. She held onto him tightly, pressing her face into the warm contours of his chest.
Ethan held Kristina close as she cried, soothingly caressing her hair and placing soft kisses on the top of her head. "Did he hurt you, Kristina?" Ethan asked worriedly as he hated Anthony Zacchara touching Kristina or any guy for that matter. All he could think about at that moment was Kristina's ex Kieffer and how he had brutally abused her.
As Ethan was holding and comforting Kristina, Anthony quietly stood up and hurried away like a coward, afraid Ethan might start pounding on him all over again. Ethan was so absorbed with Kristina's tears, he did not see that Anthony had disappeared.
Kristina clung to Ethan. "He tried," she said sadly. Thankfully Ethan had gotten there just in time. She had no idea what would have happened if he hadn't of showed up when he did. She knew Anthony would have most likely succeeded in his perverted plan to get revenge upon her father.
"Ohhh my God, Kristina. I'm so glad I got here when I did. I wanna kill him," Ethan spoke as he continued to hold Kristina in his arms. He didn't want to let her go right now. He was so thankful she was safe. Gently he brushed the tears away from her beautiful face while gazing into her eyes.
"I just wanna hold you right now," he said, pulling her against his strong chest.
For several minutes he held her, just whispering soft words of comfort to her. It didn't matter that her clothes were torn; nothing mattered except that she was safe and in his arms. As he was cuddling her against his chest, the unthinkable happened. Sonny Corinthos approached them on the docks, glaring at Ethan with hatred. "Get your hands off my daughter!" he yelled furiously.
Ethan looked up, seeing Sonny looking at him with fury. "Sonny, this isn't what it looks like," Ethan spoke quietly.
"Then what the hell is it? My daughter in your arms, her shirt ripped open?" Sonny demanded.
Kristina jumped when she heard her father's booming voice. She pulled her shirt closed as best she could. "Daddy, no!" she said quickly in Ethan's defense.
"Ethan didn't do this! Anthony Zacchara attacked me, and Ethan saved me!" she cried out as she didn't want Ethan getting into any trouble with her dad.
"Did this asshole rape you, Kristina?" Sonny questioned his daughter, not listening to a word either Ethan or Kristina had been saying.
"I told you to keep your hands off my daughter, but you didn't listen. Every time I turn around, I see her in your arms. You're going to be sorry, punk!" Sonny growled, grabbing Ethan and tossing him up against the nearest wall.
"I'd never hurt Kristina," Ethan swore as Sonny glared into his face. It was just as he had always feared. Sonny Corinthos was gonna kill him now.