Locked up with the Badboy.

I take a seat on the floor in front of him, "What?"

He combs a hand through his dark hair and sighs, "This is a maximum security prison, the people here have killed babies, shot up schools , killed multiple partners and run crime rings and you, are saying that I'm mean? "


31. Back

I’m not embarrassed to be found in such a compromising position, I’m just enraged. Slamming an elbow into Nigel’s face I pull up my boxers.

Nigel seems to get that Ben is one of mine, and worms his  way back to the table, “You’re trespassing on private property.” His voice quivers though. Everyone can tell that he has nothing. “We were having sex okay, if you can’t deal with it…”

“Rape, it was rape.” I scream back at him, then turn to Ben, “This guy is the reason I was so damn twitchy on the night I killed my brother. This freak stalked me, he put my dog in a blender.” As I speak Nigel tries to block my words by repeating the trespass warning to Ben.

Standing completely still Ben rivets his eyes on Nigel. “You harmed her?” He asks Nigel, taking a step forward.

“No I didn’t, she’s just crying because we got discovered.” He wines back.

Before I can reply Ben is repeating his question, “You harmed her?” He takes another step toward Nigel.

With nowhere to back Nigel presses his palms flat against the kitchen bench, “Just leave me alone man, or call the cops or whatever, my case will stand in a court of law.”

“Did you hurt her?” Ben takes a step, he’s within kicking range but Nigel doesn’t so much as raise a fist.

“Yeah okay I did I’m sorry, I did please now, please don’t hurt me.”

Ben doesn’t take a step, “So you admit you hurt her?”

Nigel, crying seems to sense an opportunity. “Yeah, I was trying to keep her hostage, my own little queen, I was going to force her to do it and everything.”

Hearing the words coming from Nigel’s mouth make me feel dirty, like he actually did what he intended. They just make Ben smile, “See telling the truth wasn’t so hard. I’d even let you go, if circumstances were different.”

Nigel, reaches a hand up, to which Ben shakes his head ever so slightly, “But man you messed with my girl.”

He swings the sledge hammer in an arc, the weighty head meets first Nigel’s arms, then his ribs and stomach. There’s a dull thud, a snap and then Nigel lets out an ear splitting cry. Breath rasping he tries to crawl away. Ben slams the sledge hammer onto his back once, twice, paralysed. Ben’s final blow finds the head and then bam, my attacker is no more.

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