Dale came running through the front door, scaring my cat, Tigger, out of the room. “What the hell is going on here?!” he screamed at me. “Why are you so close to him damnit! I told you about him and I told you about what would happen if I caught you with him again! Stand up Bitch!” I stood silently whimpering because I knew he was only going to knock me back down.
Sure enough he did kneeling over me and punching me in the face. Lance and Christopher jumped oh him pulling him off of me while B got me up. B and Lance took me to the bathroom while Christopher was fist-fighting with Dale.
Christopher pulled him up by the shift and slammed him against the wall a few timed.
“Look Fucker! She can’t deal with this any longer! I will call the police and I WILL get your sorry mother FUCKING add thrown in jail. Do you understand me you
Prick! That’s what the Fuck I thought.” he screamed letting Dale slide down the wall and running to the bathroom to get us and take us back to his house.
They carried me to they’re car still crying hysterically from pain, and I soon passed out on the way to Christopher’s house.