RFP: Don't know how this turned out. I'm trying to branch out from romances, cause I dunno how many romances I can write and keep fresh. Anyway, as always I'm not very satisfied with this story.
"Kimmy, look at me," a solemn voice said. There was a noticeable bite of anger and frustration in the voice that lay beneath the obvious concern.
The young woman in the passenger seat of the jeep did nothing, but he could see a lone tear fall from under the oversized sunglasses she wore. He jerked the car into her driveway, stomped on the brake, and threw the shift into park.
"Look at me," the male said again, and reached slowly for her head. The girl gave a frightened squeak and flinched. She scampered out of the car. That was all the confirmation he needed.
"I'm going to kill him." The man put the car in reverse and got ready to tear out of the driveway, but a shaking and quivering voice stopped him.
"D-don't go near him, you don't k-know what he's l-like!" She dropped to her knees and started crying on the lawn. She kept crying until she felt someone sit down next to her and wrap an arm around her.
"Shh, it's going to be fine, I promise. This shit has gone on long enough, I am sorry that I wasn't here to stop it. Give me 20 minutes and I'll end it."
"F-fine, just be careful. He really can be a m-m-monster," she sobbed. She felt him press his lips to her forehead and gave a confident smile as he waved and drove off.
'That fucker is going to get 4 years worth of training unloaded on his ass,' he thought. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw the ID hanging from it. It had the same name as his dog tags: David Petruzzi. He had spent 4 years in the Navy and had been out for 2 months.
He remembered when Kimmy first told him about Alex. She made him sound like such a sweet guy; someone who was handsome, kind, and all around perfect. He knew now that she had just become better at lying. David also recalled the first black eye, the first split lip. He saw the bruises on her back and arms. It was then that he had a long talk with Alex. David still marveled at what kept him from killing Alex the moment that door opened, but he hadn't. No, they had talked like men and he left him only with the promise that if it happened again, next time wouldn't be friendly.
'He thinks he can do that to her? What kind of boyfriend is he?' He was fuming. David turned the radio on extremely loud and let the angry lyrics fuel his rage. David screeched to a halt and swiftly headed up the stone path to the house. He knocked hard on the door until a woman who undoubtedly would be his mom opened the door.
"Hello Ma'am, by any chance is Alex around, I'd like to talk with him for a moment." David had turned into a polite man in front of the matriarch, but inside he was still dying to find that bastard.
"I'm sorry, h-he's not here right n-now, can I leave him a message?"
'That same stutter. That same fucking stutter.' He knew that stutter and those eyes. He'd seen them multiple times with Kimmy. They were totally laced with fear.
"Ma'am I'm going to be honest with you, I'm looking for Alex because he's been doing to someone I care about what he's been doing to you." Her eyes snapped wide open in fear.
"He doesn't do anything! Nothing! He's a good boy, Alex is!" The poor woman continued to ramble on about how good her son was, as if he was right there.
"Ma'am," he yelled and she flinched, "Alex is not going to stop. You need to tell me where he is. I'm going to call the cops and he's going to prison. Haven't you seen it? The Bishop twins, the Marley girl, Kimmy; they're all terrified of him. He hit them all. Alex needs to pay for this. Please, where is he."
The woman was clearly conflicted by what choice to make. Multiple times she opened her mouth, but shut it again before any sound could escape. Finally, two words came out. "Baseball game."
He knew that meant the high school's game, which would be over by the time he got there. Once more, he drove off at the speed of light, hellbent on finding Alex.
"Hey Alex, where's your girl," a short, fat boy asked. He was clearly strong, but still looked like a ball of clay.
"The slut's probably at home nursing the shiner I gave her."
"Haha, nice, what'd she do this time," a tall, lanky boy with black hair asked.
"After school today she said that she had decided to save herself for marriage. I swear I almost raped her on the spot. She has the nerve to say that?"
"Can't say I blame you then."
None of them saw the black jeep parked in the lot, or the young man walking towards them. David walked right up to the group, unafraid, and maintained his cool.
"Excuse me, I'd like a word with Alex for a minute." This was met with complete acceptance.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Get out of here, Navy fag!"
David's patience officially hit rock bottom. "I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Alex, do you remember me?"
"Nope, I would have remembered meeting a fag like you." The group chuckled dumbly.
"Well my name is David-"
"Who gives a fuck who you are," the fat kid yelled, the rest of the group nodded or voiced their dislike of this kid.
"Ok fatty, take the donut out of your mouth and the dick out of your ass and listen," David said, smirking. The fat kid seemed to take offense and charged. The lumbering behemoth seemed to do a very fast waddle as a means of running. The disgusting looking boy had no chance.
CRACK! That was the sound of a nose being broken by David's fist, and the other 3 looked at their fat comrade. Blood was pouring out of his nose, which was very bent. He burst into tears and rolled around crying and screaming like a child.
'Nice time is officially over, fuckers.' "Now as I said, the name is David, David Petruzzi. And now that you know that, you know why I'm here."
In an instant, one punch had knocked out a brown haired boy, and in a few more seconds the lanky boy was on the ground with a broken arm. Both were wailing in pain, but their moans of agony were stifled by the shrill screams of the fat boy, who was still crying like a 6-year-old girl.
"Now Alex, since our first talk didn't get through to you, let's see if this does." He sent a punch to Alex's jaw, which whipped his head right and caused the boy to stumble.
"Haha, you're here cause of Kimmy right? That slut obviously doesn't know what's best for her"
David punched him a few more times, then grabbed his neck and slammed him against the chain link fence. Alex looked at him defiantly. "What can you possibly do? Kimmy, the slut, is too afraid to testify against anything. The same with any girls. You can't get away, considering you have just attacked all of us unprovoked. Alex gave him a smug grin.
"They are scared of you, you pathetic shit. A scrawny creature like you could never go toe to toe with a man evenly. That's why you have that switchblade in your back pocket." David gave him a couple of elbows, splitting his lip and breaking his nose. Alex's eye was swelling quickly too. "You know Alex, I should be done kicking your ass by the time the police get here. And who will they believe? That one guy took on 4, and one of them had a knife. Or will they believe that you tried to jump me?"
Alex started to become afraid. He didn't have a good reputation, and the police had a good sized file on him. He knew David was right.
"Do you feel strong when you hit girls, huh? You're pathetic. I should kill you right now, and I will if you ever go near Kimmy again. That is, after you get out of prison."
Alex looked at the man in horror. He's an abusive boy who preys on women; he was as good as dead in prison. Police cars rolled up and promptly arrested the boys.
"You know," the one cop said, "nobody had the guts to stand up for these girls. Without evidence, these guys would keep doing this shit forever."
David looked at him and smiled, "Well, that's just the way of the world. Some people like to stand up on their own two legs and some like to just lay down and get walked on."