Chapter 21 Fight

Then Jack’s face goes dark and he looks at me. “This is all YOUR Fault!” he demands. “Colt wouldn’t be like this if he wasn’t here with you!” He accuses me.

I’m so confused. I haven’t said a damn thing to him or his bitch the whole time. I also haven’t done anything to either of these crazy people. What do they have against me?

And I think that is when Colt lost it because he finally let go of me and stepped up to Jack before he clocked the bastard in the chin.

“What the hell do you think you are doing talking to Rory like that?” Colt demands. “Just because she is the best thing that ever happened to me, you come accusing her of being the problem when we both know it’s YOU!”

“NO! It’s all her fault!” Jack continues to insist. “You’ve never hit me before! You’ve only changed the moment you met her!” He points his finger at me stepping closer to me like he’s ready to beat the hell outta me… It’s not the first time I’ve seen that look. Ash looked at me like that before I woke up in the hospital.

But why do I have this crazy feeling like Jack is trying to distract Colt?

Colt snarls and grabs him by his fancy shirt and punches him in the gut.

“COLT!” Screams the drama mama and turns her eyes on me. “THIS IS COMPLETELY YOUR FAULT YOU BITCH! YOU STOLE MY HUSBAND FROM ME!”

And then she leaps at me, claws extended trying to scratch out my eyes. I duck out of the way, but get shoved to the ground anyway.

The only thought on my mind is I gotta get away from this bitch. I crawled on my hands and knees, trying to reach the safety of the table, but I was too slow.

She’s on top of me in a blink of an eye. This hussy is at least twenty pounds heavier than I am and has me pinned to the ground as she pounds me with her fists.

Each punch sends sharp pain shooting through my body. It’s getting hard to breathe and I’m starting to see black spots. This hasn’t happened to me in a few years. And I’m pretty sure I don’t deserve this beating either.

I try to curl up into myself to protect my body, but she won’t let me. And then she smashes my head into the hardwood of the dance floor and I see stars.

The world seems to go black momentarily before the weight is lifted from my aching body. I can’t seem to make sense of what is going on. What happened? And where am I?

“Rory, I’m so sorry sweetheart,” I can hear a man’s voice whisper in my ear but I can’t remember who it is. I know this voice. It’s a nice voice… I wish I knew who it was. And then I’m pulled into someone’s warm arms.

I can’t open my eyes. But my ear is pressed against a strong chest and a wildly beating heart that seems to ease my anxiety. I wonder why it’s so fast?

“Mmm..” Is all I can manage, nuzzling my face into the warmth.

“Shh… I’ve got you,” the voice promises. “I’ll get you fixed up, Rory. I promise,” the deep voice soothes.

The next moment that soothing voice turns harsh. “Brody, what the hell were you thinking letting them in here?”

“I’m sorry man. Belle said you invited her in and Jack… Well…”

“I most definitely did not invite my slut of an ex-wife to see me!” the voice argues. “I was here with Rory and you know it!”

“I’m not your ex! Colt! I’m still married to you! She is trying to steal you from me!” A whiny voice hits my ears.

“Mmm…” I groan.

“You’re okay, Rory. I won’t let her get to you again,” the soothing voice promises. “Take them the hell away, Brody! If I have to look at them another moment I’m calling the cops!”

And then I’m in strong arms pressing me tighter to the drum beat of his heart… I’m floating on a cloud… I’m moving…somewhere… Am I an angel?

And then I’m laid on a soft… something and the loud noise is not pounding in my head anymore.

Then something is pressed against my head. It’s cold and I squirm.

“I’m sorry Aurora. You’ve got a bump on your head. I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen. I have no idea how they knew I’d be here,” I hear him sigh. “I didn’t tell you about Belle because… Well, she isn’t important to me. We are getting divorced and I just wanted to spend some time with you… I’m so, so sorry,” He sighs.

I slowly blink my eyes open.

And there are those pretty hazel eyes I can’t forget.

“Colt,” I whisper.

He smiles at me. “Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck,” I joke, but wince at the sharp pain in my head.

He chuckles softly, soothing my hair back. “Well, you aren’t far off the mark. When you are ready, I’ll take you home. I’m sorry our night was ruined.”

“I am too,” I whisper. “I was having fun.”