Double Dare(219)

“Get away!” I screamed. “Get away from me!” I yelled again, twisting and wriggling, trying to yank myself out of his grasp even while trying to land a kick on him somewhere, somehow, without getting too close.

But Jock had two big handfuls of my locks tight in his grip, and I was caught, my head stuck in a painful position with nowhere to go, and worse, no one to see in the deserted parking lot.

“You’re gonna pay for punching me in the balls,” he hissed. “You fucking bitch! You punched my dick, you’re a fuckin’ goner.”

And he let go with one hand, raising it and balling it into a fist, ready to deliver a death blow on my head, crush my skull with one massive pound.

But suddenly I was yanked to safety and it was Jock who was a squealing, a screaming mess on the floor, curled up like a baby, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Please!” he shrieked. “Please nooooo!”

I panted, stunned at the turn of events. What the hell had happened? One moment, I was about to be beat to death in the parking lot, flattened into a pancake as a result of Jock’s rage, nothing but broken bones on the floor. But instead, now I was encircled safely in Jason’s strong arms as Brent towered above the teen boy, his massive form looming over the writhing form.

“Shut the fuck up,” Brent ground out. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Jock kept crying, his wails pitiful.

“I’m –I’m Jock!” he whimpered, “Please no!”

Brent looked at him, disgusted.

“You’re such a fucking slob, I don’t give a fuck who you are,” he ground out, landing another kick to Jock’s stomach. “What the fuck were you thinking, treating a woman like that?” he grunted with another kick. Jock was a mess on the floor, snot running down his nose, curled into a ball wailing like a dead hyena.

And Jason didn’t want to miss out on the action. His big arms tightened around me as he whispered in my ear, “You okay baby?”

I nodded numbly, and that was all he needed. Jason immediately launched himself into the fray, taking out his anger on the fucking high school boy.

“You FUCK!” was all he roared before kicking Jock in the stomach, his boot digging into the football player’s small intestine. “Motherfucker!” he screamed before aiming another deadly kick, this time at Jock’s neck.

I had to intervene then because if this went on, my date was going to die here, a bloody, pulpy mess on the barren concrete floor.

“Stop stop!” I cried, running to them, trying to wave them off. “Stop, look I’m fine, I’m fine, just a couple scratches that’s all.”

Both men turned to look at me, their blue eyes almost feral in the low lights of the parking lot.

“A couple scratches?” Brent raged. “That’s enough reason to kill this fucker.”

“Fuck YEAH,” was all Jason managed before grinding his heel down on Jock’s hand.

“No stop!” I shrieked, really serious this time. “Come on, I’m fine!” I panted, pulling at one big man’s arm, then the other. “Come on, let’s go!”

And my soft touch on their bodies brought them back to their senses, unlocking them from the all-consuming rage that burned through their massive bodies.

Brent shook his head, as if snapping out of dream.

“Let’s go,” he grunted to Jason. “This loser’s had enough.”

Jason looked like he wanted to land another good one on Jock’s face, shoulder, wherever, but he stepped back as well, breathing hard. But he wasn’t above a parting shot.

“You ever touch Katy again,” he rasped, his voice a hissing steam pipe, “and you’ll see just how nasty we can be motherfucker.” And with that, he delivered a final blow to Jock’s stomach, leaving the football player groaning, clutching his midsection, crying like a baby in the parking lot.

Holy shit, this had gotten out of control. You can go to jail for what Jason and Brent did, and right now, it was important to get out of here before the police came. Hopefully the lunkhead wouldn’t be stupid enough to tell them who had done it, he’d keep his trap shut like a good little girl. So I ran to the car, my lovers trailing me, and clambered in, panting, breathless.

“You okay?” ground out Brent, staring at me through the darkness, his hand still on the ignition, making sure I was alright.

Jason was just as concerned.

“Because I’ll kill that fucker if he touched you,” he ground out, eyes seizing mine under the fluorescent lighting of a nearby billboard.

And I took a deep breath then, still shaking, still rattled, but my mind had cleared, and I was suddenly sure.