care what you want. Me and my buddy here? We’d like a good fuck, and I bet your pretty ass would feel pretty fucking good.” It sounded rehearsed, like he was repeating a line from a movie.
The speaker took the lead and started advancing, the other only a step behind. Neither was big, but there were two of them. This fact didn’t bother Billie in the least. “You really don’t want to do this.” Billie warned them, her eyebrows arching.
They didn’t listen, just snickered. Removing her arm from my shoulder, she stepped three paces in front of me, placing her body between me and danger. Not even striking a stance, she waited calmly with her hands by her side. If I’d been able to think, I would have felt protected and safe, but I was still caught in panic.
The leader, for the speaker obviously controlled the show, was intent on Billie, raking her body with his eyes. “I think I want this one. You can have the other.” His friend nodded, pleased. He liked what he saw in me. He liked my fear.
I could feel her temper flare hot, though nothing showed in her face. “Touch her and you will die.” Billie’s threat came out intimidating, but these boys were used to getting what they wanted. They weren’t thugs. They were spoiled brats. Thugs might have appraised Billie and seen past her looks to the power underneath. But these boys didn’t have experience or street sense. They ignored her.
Actually they laughed. “What are you going to do? Scream?”
As the one on the right broke off to approach me, she struck without further warning. As far as she was concerned, she’d given them all the warning they deserved. Kicking him in the face with a move I’d only ever seen on TV, the other rushed her. She landed a fist in his stomach that brought him to his knees alongside his bleeding companion. The moves, while not complex, were obviously of someone highly trained.
Billie knew what she was doing. She fought automatically, not calculating what she would do next but feeling the situation and responding. Anger fueled her but did not consume her, while the boys’ fury blinded what little common sense they had.
Enraged, they rose and came at her, their untrained fists held high.
Billie watch out!
I got it, Sadie. Don’t worry. I did worry.
They were used to amateur brawling, and they thought two on one put the advantage in their favor. But they were no match for Billie. Twenty seconds and only a few moves later, both boys lay on the ground moaning.
The sidekick bled freely from his nose and held a broken rib, while the leader clutched his balls in his hands, breathing heavily. Red marks began blooming on both of their faces, and one eye would be swollen shut in the morning. They mumbled and cussed at her, calling her the worst names they could come up with. Words didn’t faze her.
Panic started to release me from its grip, and I took a step towards Billie standing over them. Wait. I stopped.
She spoke to them as if they were bugs on the floor beneath her feet. “You think you’re big and bad by attacking women? Not all women are helpless. Remember that next time you want to take what isn’t yours.” A swift kick to the groin left the other kid clutching his balls too. Pain and rage filled their thoughts.
Turning her back on them, she reached a hand out to me. Don’t run. I took her hand, my own shaking uncontrollably, and struggled against the urge to flee. Her touch grounded me. We walked at a leisurely pace for a block and a half, not speaking. The incident repeated over and over in my mind, fear still flooding through my body.
As soon as we turned a corner, out of their sight, she embraced me. She’d known the whole time what I needed, but didn’t feel she could give that to me in their view. “Sadie. You’re okay. You’re okay.” I couldn’t help myself, I cried. Sobbing uncontrollably, I clutched her like a lifeline. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. You’re safe.”
“God,
The speaker took the lead and started advancing, the other only a step behind. Neither was big, but there were two of them. This fact didn’t bother Billie in the least. “You really don’t want to do this.” Billie warned them, her eyebrows arching.
They didn’t listen, just snickered. Removing her arm from my shoulder, she stepped three paces in front of me, placing her body between me and danger. Not even striking a stance, she waited calmly with her hands by her side. If I’d been able to think, I would have felt protected and safe, but I was still caught in panic.
The leader, for the speaker obviously controlled the show, was intent on Billie, raking her body with his eyes. “I think I want this one. You can have the other.” His friend nodded, pleased. He liked what he saw in me. He liked my fear.
I could feel her temper flare hot, though nothing showed in her face. “Touch her and you will die.” Billie’s threat came out intimidating, but these boys were used to getting what they wanted. They weren’t thugs. They were spoiled brats. Thugs might have appraised Billie and seen past her looks to the power underneath. But these boys didn’t have experience or street sense. They ignored her.
Actually they laughed. “What are you going to do? Scream?”
As the one on the right broke off to approach me, she struck without further warning. As far as she was concerned, she’d given them all the warning they deserved. Kicking him in the face with a move I’d only ever seen on TV, the other rushed her. She landed a fist in his stomach that brought him to his knees alongside his bleeding companion. The moves, while not complex, were obviously of someone highly trained.
Billie knew what she was doing. She fought automatically, not calculating what she would do next but feeling the situation and responding. Anger fueled her but did not consume her, while the boys’ fury blinded what little common sense they had.
Enraged, they rose and came at her, their untrained fists held high.
Billie watch out!
I got it, Sadie. Don’t worry. I did worry.
They were used to amateur brawling, and they thought two on one put the advantage in their favor. But they were no match for Billie. Twenty seconds and only a few moves later, both boys lay on the ground moaning.
The sidekick bled freely from his nose and held a broken rib, while the leader clutched his balls in his hands, breathing heavily. Red marks began blooming on both of their faces, and one eye would be swollen shut in the morning. They mumbled and cussed at her, calling her the worst names they could come up with. Words didn’t faze her.
Panic started to release me from its grip, and I took a step towards Billie standing over them. Wait. I stopped.
She spoke to them as if they were bugs on the floor beneath her feet. “You think you’re big and bad by attacking women? Not all women are helpless. Remember that next time you want to take what isn’t yours.” A swift kick to the groin left the other kid clutching his balls too. Pain and rage filled their thoughts.
Turning her back on them, she reached a hand out to me. Don’t run. I took her hand, my own shaking uncontrollably, and struggled against the urge to flee. Her touch grounded me. We walked at a leisurely pace for a block and a half, not speaking. The incident repeated over and over in my mind, fear still flooding through my body.
As soon as we turned a corner, out of their sight, she embraced me. She’d known the whole time what I needed, but didn’t feel she could give that to me in their view. “Sadie. You’re okay. You’re okay.” I couldn’t help myself, I cried. Sobbing uncontrollably, I clutched her like a lifeline. “I’ll never let anything happen to you. You’re safe.”
“God,
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