“Nate, get off of me!” I yelled and pushed him with all of my might.
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me so hard across the same right cheek as the last time he hit me.
I started to see stars as he struggled to get my tight skinny jeans off. I was again frozen and could feel tears starting to form quickly.
I decided I would rather die right here and now, than let him force me to have sex with him. I needed to try harder to get him off of me and then, I needed to run like hell.
I came up with a plan that I was going to pretend like I was giving in for a moment and then when his senses were wrapped into the act, I would knee him in the balls and run for the hills.
I stopped resisting and let him continue to kiss my neck with his hands nudging on my pants, still trying to push them down.
Now, one of his hands was down my underwear and he was touching me.
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free running to the door, but Nate caught me by the hair and tackled me to the floor.
I started to scream bloody murder.
“Help! Help me!”
Nate covered my mouth and continued to push me down to the ground with all of his body weight.
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see what was about to happen to me. As I whimpered in the darkness, a tear fell down my cheek as I felt him press against me.
Then, my eyes shot open as I heard the sound of my door busting open and a voice.
“Get off of her, you MOTHER
FUCKER!”
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CHAPTER 16
CEDRIC
I almost turned around and went home. As I looked up into Allison’s second floor window, I saw her beautiful long dark hair plastered against it and male hands caressing her back.
Was this some kind of sick fucking joke? Did she forget I was coming by and in the meantime, get a Christmas booty call?
I felt like I was about to vomit as I sat in my car and watched this guy kiss her neck.
I could seriously taste the apple pie I had eaten come up on me.
My heart was breaking and beating rapidly in anger and shock, but I couldn’t look away. I punched the steering wheel and threw my head down onto it.
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Fuck. Me.
I looked up again. Her back was still to the window. But the scene this time looked different to me. Allison’s hands were flailing and I immediately jumped out of the car, so that I could possibly hear what was going on, even though the window was closed.
I couldn’t hear anything, but then saw what looked like Allison pushing forward and then she disappeared from sight.
Shit. Something wasn’t right. I had to know what was going on and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me.
The front door leading to the hallway stairs up to Allison’s second floor apartment was open.
I walked up the stairs and began to sprint when I heard a cry for help…Allison’s cry for help.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins and when I reached the top, I busted through 292/727
the door to find the man lying on top of Allison, who was crying. Before I could process what was happening, I charged toward him and pounced.
“Get off of her, you MOTHER
FUCKER!” I yelled.
I managed to push him off of her and tackled him to the ground, pinning him under me.
He swung at my face and missed. He reeked of alcohol.
“Cedric! Oh my God, Cedric!” I heard Allison cry.
The man spit in my face as I held him to the floor. “Who the fuck are you?” he yelled.
“Call 911,” I shouted over at Allison who ran to the kitchen dialing the phone.
“What were you about to do before I walked in…huh? HUH!?” I spat back at the man and yelled louder. “WHAT THE
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FUCK…WERE YOU…ABOUT TO DO TO
HER?”
“I was about to take back what was mine,” he said as I pinned him down to the ground as he continued to struggle to release from my grip.
Who the fuck was this person?
Just then, Allison appeared after having called the police. “They’re on their way,” she cried, tears pouring from her eyes.
Just then, the drunk man pushed up from under me and managed to get up on his feet. He swung at me and I swung back hitting him. I ducked again missing his punches and pushed him down to the ground causing him to hit his head on the coffee table.
He sprung back up and charged toward me, smacking me down to the ground and hitting me as hard as he could in the chest.
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I punched him in the face in return and immediately felt warm blood trickling down my hand.
Allison was screaming, “Stop, please just leave, Nate…please.”
Nate? She knew this guy? Who the fuck was Nate?
The last punch I threw at Nate, seemed to stop his resilience.
He was lying down on the floor for a few minutes and I wasn’t sure if he was injured from the punch or whether he just passed out from all the booze he drank.
I stood staring at him on the ground and then moved my stare toward Allison.
She had mascara running down her cheeks and was trembling. I wanted to go to her, but I had to keep my eyes on him in case he got up again.
A few more minutes passed with Nate lying on the ground.
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Allison and I just stared down at him in shock.
The sound of distant police sirens got closer and closer by the second and then came the sounds of running footsteps from the hallway.
Three officers with guns drawn burst through the door.
“He’s there, officer. That’s the man who attacked me. His name is Nate Hutchinson. He is my ex-boyfriend. He is an alcoholic,” Allison said.
Wow. So, Allison actually dated thisasshole. Up until now, I had no idea who this guy was.
While two officers lifted Nate off the floor, a third large man approached me for questioning.
“I’m Officer Derin with the Boston Police. I am going to have to ask you some questions,” he said.
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“Sure, ask me anything.” I sat down on Allison’s sofa, only realizing now just how much my hand was bleeding.
“You may want to wrap that. Feel free to take care of it and come back here,” Officer Derin said pointing to my obvious wound.
I quickly got up and grabbed a wad of paper towel from the kitchen and temporarily wrapped my right hand tightly, noticing that one of the officers was now taking a groggy Nate away in handcuffs.
Allison was on the other side of the living room answering questions for the third cop and I could hear her sobbing.
I returned to Officer Derin and told him the story exactly as I saw it happen. He assured me that no charges would be filed against me for the injuries Nate sustained, since I was acting in self-defense.
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relaying her side of the story to the officer.
She nodded her head slowly and thanked the policeman for his help.
“We may need to call you in for addi-tional questioning, depending on Mr.
Hutchinson’s recall. I am hoping that is not necessary, though,” Officer Derin said.
“Thank you so much, officers, for your help,” Allison said as she shook hands with the two men.
I sat on the couch staring down at my bloody hand. Everything happened so fast and I felt like I was just starting to process it.
Allison closed the door after the po-licemen left and rushed over to where I was sitting on the couch.
“Cedric,” she said as fresh tears fell again.
“Allison…what the fuck did I walk in on tonight?” I said, my voice hoarse. I was still in shock.
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Before answering me, she rushed up and went to the bathroom, bringing back a first aid kit.
Tears fell from her eyes. “Cedric, you are hurt because of me. I am so, so sorry. I don’t know how to thank you enough for getting here tonight when you did.” She took my injured hand and began pouring peroxide on it. I looked down silently at it and back up at her tearful face.
She was crying harder now and it killed me to see her in so much pain.
“Allison, please stop crying. Please, it really hurts me to see you cry,” I said. It did.
It really did.