Fallen Angel
Part Seventeen. F.E.A.R
Warning - this chapter contains vivid descriptions of violence.
"Fuckerry" you hear Andy exclaim with a husky growl.
"Put him down Cc" Richard orders.
"Steady" you murmur as Andy is carefully lowered onto his own two feet, you're wanting to stand him behind you where you can shelter him from any blows. Ashley pulls you close, squeezing your hand.
"So I see Bree had the determination and brains to attempt to escape then. What a surprise, I thought you were weak. My mistake. Oh and by the way, last night was great. Thanks." He grins wickedly, anger bubbles up I inside you. You spit at him, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.
"I wouldn't have done that if I were you" he warns, narrowing his eyes.
You glare at him from under your fringe. The muscles in Ashley's hand tense, warning you to be careful.
"Fuck you" you scowl. Hatred so strong that its making your blood boil and you're losing control. You'd love nothing more than to go totally ape-shit on this wretched motherfucker.
Before Richard has time to react, Andy is stepping in front you and if looks could kill, Rich the Dick would've been dead 6 times over.
"Back the fuck off Richard. She's not caused you any harm has she? I'm the one you want"
Andy bravely announces, still gallantry eventhough he can hardly hold himself upright. His eyes shine pink, the fever's getting worse. Richard grins, deciding that this is a golden opportunity.
"You're right, you are." In one swift movement, he smashes the shovel into Andy's head. He bounces off the brick wall with a crunch and slumps to the ground. You shriek, trying to pull yourself free from Ashley who now has both arms around you as a human restraint. Andy's badly wounded, bleeding out of his ears and choking as blood splatters out of his mouth and over his lips and chin. He splutters, gasping for air, face contorting in agony as he writhes on the ground. Richards eyes sparkle, his lips twitch, he turns to you and gets his face right up close to yours.
"Look what you did!" He screams "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"
You gasp, your bodyweight suddenly seeming too much for your legs, you fall onto your knees, Ashley's arms holding you still. He kneels too, pulling you close to him, and turning you away from Andy's gasping corpse.
"POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!" All of a sudden a Swat team are surrounding the area, there's a helicopter in the sky above you, sirens of ambulances approaching in the distance sound off, the blue lights blazing as they swing into the driveway. You don't really take in a lot of what happens next, you just sorted get little flashes of occurrence. Richard being arrested. Doctors running over to where Andy lies. Someone pulling you from Ashley's arms. Watching a cart, not a body bag, being rushed to the ambulance. Being put into a dark room. Hours of blankness until exhaustion snatches you away into unconsciousness
"Fuckerry" you hear Andy exclaim with a husky growl.
"Put him down Cc" Richard orders.
"Steady" you murmur as Andy is carefully lowered onto his own two feet, you're wanting to stand him behind you where you can shelter him from any blows. Ashley pulls you close, squeezing your hand.
"So I see Bree had the determination and brains to attempt to escape then. What a surprise, I thought you were weak. My mistake. Oh and by the way, last night was great. Thanks." He grins wickedly, anger bubbles up I inside you. You spit at him, unable to think of anything intelligent to say.
"I wouldn't have done that if I were you" he warns, narrowing his eyes.
You glare at him from under your fringe. The muscles in Ashley's hand tense, warning you to be careful.
"Fuck you" you scowl. Hatred so strong that its making your blood boil and you're losing control. You'd love nothing more than to go totally ape-shit on this wretched motherfucker.
Before Richard has time to react, Andy is stepping in front you and if looks could kill, Rich the Dick would've been dead 6 times over.
"Back the fuck off Richard. She's not caused you any harm has she? I'm the one you want"
Andy bravely announces, still gallantry eventhough he can hardly hold himself upright. His eyes shine pink, the fever's getting worse. Richard grins, deciding that this is a golden opportunity.
"You're right, you are." In one swift movement, he smashes the shovel into Andy's head. He bounces off the brick wall with a crunch and slumps to the ground. You shriek, trying to pull yourself free from Ashley who now has both arms around you as a human restraint. Andy's badly wounded, bleeding out of his ears and choking as blood splatters out of his mouth and over his lips and chin. He splutters, gasping for air, face contorting in agony as he writhes on the ground. Richards eyes sparkle, his lips twitch, he turns to you and gets his face right up close to yours.
"Look what you did!" He screams "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!"
You gasp, your bodyweight suddenly seeming too much for your legs, you fall onto your knees, Ashley's arms holding you still. He kneels too, pulling you close to him, and turning you away from Andy's gasping corpse.
"POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!" All of a sudden a Swat team are surrounding the area, there's a helicopter in the sky above you, sirens of ambulances approaching in the distance sound off, the blue lights blazing as they swing into the driveway. You don't really take in a lot of what happens next, you just sorted get little flashes of occurrence. Richard being arrested. Doctors running over to where Andy lies. Someone pulling you from Ashley's arms. Watching a cart, not a body bag, being rushed to the ambulance. Being put into a dark room. Hours of blankness until exhaustion snatches you away into unconsciousness
Notes
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10/19/13