Spur Me On
twenty-two
Watching her run into the barn made my heart ache. I don’t know how this is going to turn out, but I’m trusting that she knows what she’s doing. I need to focus all of my attention on Numbnuts running in here after us, anyway. I position myself directly inside the doorway, out of sight so that I can grab him when he makes it here.
Luckily, I don’t have to wait long before he comes barreling in. Dumbass doesn’t even look around once inside, making it all too easy for me to tackle him. The element of surprise is about all I have in my favor, as it seems we’re pretty evenly matched in other areas. Height wise, I’ve only got about an inch more than him at my six foot two. As far as weight goes, he’s got me beat by a good forty pounds or so. I’m not a professional fighter by any means, but growing up, I got in my fair share of tussles.
Fairly confident in my right hook, my fist meets Brad’s jaw with a thwarting crack that sends vibration up my arm, ramping up my adrenaline into overdrive. It feels too good to be hurting this guy after he touched what is mine. Haedyn will not be hurt by this piece of shit ever again. I’ll let her get her revenge, but I feel justified in my desire for the same opportunity to cause him some pain.
He tries to return the blow, but lucky for me, I was ready for it and able to dodge. This guy must be a real amateur; he doesn’t appear to have any kind of weapons on his person. Does he really underestimate Haedyn that much? To think that she can’t defend herself in the slightest? Or that she doesn’t own a gun? This guy has the biggest ego I’ve ever encountered, thinking he could come in here and just take her with no complications.
Haedyn isn’t your typical damsel in distress. She’s in a league all her own. The fact that he got the jump on her at that trail ride is surprising, and I have to chalk it up to her knowing him, trusting him. In my mind, that only makes his actions more despicable. He used that trust to lull her into a false sense of security, poising himself to strike when she had her guard down. It does make me wonder how many other women have fallen victim to his sick and twisted game.
The thought turns my stomach and increases my drive to end him here and now, before anyone else has to suffer at his hand. I have to reign in my urge to snap his fucking neck because I’d never want to deny my girl the chance to heal herself through his ending.
Brad finally lands a hit to the side of my face, bloodying my lip in the process. The blow knocks me off balance enough to give him the upper hand and flip me to my back with him hovering over me. Immediately his forearm is against my windpipe, crushing with brutal intention. Heat floods my face with each trying breath. I buck my hips up to try to dislodge him, but he doesn’t budge. Pushing against his arm proves useless as well. He’s using the strength of both his arms to cut off my air supply, and it’s damn near impossible to keep my panic from taking over all rational thought. The only thing flitting through my head is how desperately I need oxygen. Like. Now. Sucking in the largest breath I can and holding it, I use my hand to shove the bottom of his nose into his skull, not enough to actually kill him, but enough to get him the fuck off my throat.
That first deep inhale burns like that first drag from a menthol cigarette when you don’t usually smoke. The sting lasts a little longer than it should and sends you into a coughing fit that lasts embarrassingly too long. Even through my leaky eyes, I keep my gaze on Brad while I try to regain my normal breaths. His hands cradle his bloody nose, and it gives me a sick sense of satisfaction to see that stream running freely, fiercely cleansing him of his evils.
I position myself in front of him to do what I feel like any rational man would do to his girlfriend’s would-be rapist, no matter the “bro code”. I use all my strength and kick him as hard as I can in the balls, hoping it sends the little worm back up into his disgusting body. Based on the howl of agony escaping his mouth, I’d say my chances are solid.
When he drops to his knees in the dirt, I strike, placing my boot to the center of his chest and knocking him onto his back. The moment his body hits the ground that I get an idea. The spurs on my boots jingle merrily like a Christmas song as I walk to where his head lies in the dirt.
Spurs aren’t meant to actually hurt the horses they’re used on. They’re just sharp enough that the animal will feel it through that thick skin of theirs, giving your command a little umph. Mine aren’t exactly dull, but they’re not knife sharp, either. Definitely sharp enough to hurt when I sink into his throat to keep him detained until Haedyn gets back. I have no doubt that I could sever his jugular if I really tried to. I won’t, but it is tempting.
“You’re a real piece of shit, you know that? So unloved and pathetic that you have to force someone to have sex with you. What a fucking waste of space. I can’t wait to watch my girl wipe you from existence.” The rage boiling beneath my skin makes it difficult to control myself. I’ve had such a good hold on my anger for years now, but thinking about the damage he has caused my little brat is enough to break the chain.
“Oh fuck you, dude. She was mine first anyway. You know we practically dated all throughout high school. I didn’t do anything to her that I haven’t done before. Don’t be mistaken. She begged for it all the other times.”
My free foot pounds into his face before he can finish talking. “You don’t get to speak about her anymore. She is not and was not ever, yours. You may have used her body, but rest assured, you never held her heart. It beats for me and me alone. If you so much as think her name again, I will slit your throat right here before I bathe her in your blood and fuck her to the sounds of you choking on your last breaths, cleansing her of any trace of you.”
The crunch of gravel beneath boots pulls me out of my rage coma. My eyes collide with Haedyn’s as she approaches us. She doesn’t hold my gaze long before her attention latches onto my spur wedged against Brad’s throat, holding him to the ground. The fact that his nose is broken and his balls probably hurt like hell is probably what keeps him from trying to wriggle away from me.
In her hand, I find a pistol, and hearing the loading of a bullet into the chamber by her tiny hands is enough to make my cock jut out against my jeans. She looks like an avenging angel, taking control of her past trauma and using it to transform into the badass woman she was always meant to be.
Brad is really squirming now, no doubt recognizing the sound behind him. Being able to work with Haedyn to give her this opportunity, take back a small piece of herself in this way is surreal. I can practically see the power surging back into her veins where it belongs, and she hasn’t even touched him yet.
Her feet rest over each side of his head. She’s looking down at him like the devil that’s come to take him to hell to pay for the pieces of her that he took and mangled. She kneels, and her jean-clad cunt hovers directly above him, teasing him with what he failed to take. If I wasn’t already in love with her, I would fall right here and now. Her mouth is a straight line, no emotion peeking through those vengeful eyes.
“Can you smell that? His cum leaking from my pussy? Get off on it while you can, motherfucker, because I’m about to make you wish you’d never met me.” The venom surrounding her every trait makes me believe her. Man, I’d hate to be him right about now.
From her back pocket, she procures a small Old Timer knife. The kind that actually holds an edge and can do some real damage. She must have had it in the barn with some of her Pop’s old things because they don’t make knives like that anymore. Haven’t in a few decades. It should make me question myself for thinking this is attractive, but I’m too far gone for all that.
“Calm down, Hae. I didn’t mean any of it. You know that we’re meant to be together. I don’t know what came over me. When you told me you were seeing someone, I just lost control. You’re supposed to be with me.”
“We were never together, Brad. It was just supposed to be fun from the very beginning. I was open about that. I didn’t want anything serious. I wasn’t ready, and you told me you wanted the same thing. It never should have come to this, but now I’m fucking done. I never thought you would hurt me that way. I fucking trusted you, time and time again. Now look at me. I’m a goddamn psycho, and you’re the one to blame. Whatever happens here is on you. If you’d just taken no for an answer, this could have all been avoided, but now I question how many other girls you’ve forced yourself on. I can’t look past that, Brad. I can’t let you hurt anyone else, and I don’t think I can go on living knowing that I did nothing to stop you from doing it again. I would say I’m sorry this is where we end, but I’m not sorry for the pain you’re about to feel. I hope my face haunts you in hell.”
“Please don’t do this. I can change. I’ll be better, I swear.”
“It’s too late. You should’ve stopped when I asked you to. Sucks not being in control of what happens to you, doesn’t it?” She taunts as she flips open the knife to cut off his shirt before sinking the blade into his abdomen. His scream gets drowned out when she shoves his shirt tail into his gaping mouth, and I apply double the pressure with my spur on his jugular.
She looks up to me from where she still sits on his head, “you don’t have to stay here for this. I don’t want you to see me any differently.”
“Nice try, little brat. I’m not going anywhere. Do what you’ve got to do, and let me know if you need any help.”