“Clint. That’s enough. Stop this bullshit.”
I looked over and saw Rae. Her voice pierced through my anger and my red-dripped vision slowly filtered back into regular color. Her eyes stared up at me. Her hands felt soft around my arm. She tugged me away from the circle of assholes I’d laid out on the football field, her eyes filled with frustration and fury.
And a bit of worry on the side.
“Rae,” I said.
She huffed. “Come on. We have to get you out of here.”
“What are you doing?”
She shook her head. “Keeping you from making anymore dumbass mistakes. Just leave those boys alone. Come with me. Please.”
She tugged me a couple of steps away, but I heard the crowd gasp. I heard people calling out my and it caused me to whip around. My arm wrenched away from Rae and I felt her trying to grab me. Her hands wrapped around my waist, trying to tug me off the field. I heard her pleading with me. Begging with me. Calling out my name just to get my attention. But all I saw were those three assholes charging me again. Stumbling on their feet and coming for more.
Which was something that made me smile.
“Give me a second, Rae.”
“Clint, no!”
One of the guys attempted to sucker punch me in the gut, but I caught his wrist. I twisted his arm behind him before kicking him to the ground, then whirled around and trained my sights on the other two. I reached out for the next one that came for me, wrapping my large hand around his neck. I squeezed until he started beating his fist against my forearm, and I felt it again.
I felt Rae’s hands fisting my leather jacket.
“We need to get the fuck out of here. Cut the shit, Clint!”
When I felt her hands fall away from me, I heard her yelp.
“Get the fuck out of my way, bitch.”
My hand dropped the guy’s neck as I slowly turned around. I vibrated with fury as I came into contact with the jock I had just kicked to the fucking ground. Rae lay there, gasping for air as she tried to roll over onto her stomach. And as my eyes slowly lifted to the jock that was standing beside her, he tossed me a wild grin.
“Getting your bitches to do your fighting now?”
I snarled. “You pathetic little fuck!”
I saw nothing. My vision tunneled, and the only thing I saw was his face busted into pieces on the ground. I snapped, lunging at him, wrapping my hands around his throat as I wrestled him back to the ground. I heard Rae whimpering, still telling me to stop, even as she gasped for her own air. I straddled the fat bastard and landed punch after punch, refusing to listen or stop. Refusing to cease my movements until this asshole stopped breathing.
I’d kill him for laying his hands on Rae.
He rolled me over and the fight changed. His blood dripped down onto my face as he punched m
y gut. I braced my abs, conserving my energy as he wore himself out. But, four punches in, he was ripped from my body. I saw him flying through the air like a bird in the sky before a familiar figure came into view. I looked over and saw Allison scooping Rae off the ground. I quickly got up, trying to figure out whether or not Rae was all right before I heard footsteps rushing up behind me.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
And as I turned around, I saw Michael land a punch straight on the fucker’s nose.
Then he turned his anger onto the boy who’d put his hands on Rae.
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Raelynn
“Hey, Rae. You okay? Can you talk to me?”
I finally caught my breath as tears rushed down my cheeks. I nodded, but I didn’t want to speak. I’d landed my back directly on a rock, and it knocked the wind clear out of me. Allison tilted me to the side, raising up my shirt to see if any damage had been done. I felt her fingertips against my skin as the fight raged on, making me angrier with every punch I heard landing in the distance.