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drunk.”
    “I’ve
wanted you for a long ass time, but you keep being a little cock teasing
bitch.”
    She
had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. Not only did he never once
ask her out or imply that he wanted her, he’d been nothing but a dick to her.
She tried moving out from under him, but this time he had his lips pressed to
her mouth.
    “Come
on, Lyric. Just put out. Stop playing hard to get,” he murmured against her
mouth, and she turned her head, feeling bile rise. He smelled like cigarettes
and booze, and the combination was sickening.
      “No, Devon,” she tried pushing him away again.
“Please stop or I’ll scream.”
    “You
don’t want me to stop.” He kissed the side of her neck again. “You want me to
go further, don’t you, Lyric?”
    She
opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make a sound he had his hand
on her mouth again. Lyric’s heart slammed hard against her ribs. She looked
around, hoping to see someone, plead with her eyes to help her. But Devon had
picked a spot where it was eerily void of activity. She breathed out her nose
hard and fast, felt herself grow dizzy because of her hyper-respirations, and
also the fact Devon was sliding his hand down to cup her breast now.
    “Yeah,
you’re actually a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he said, as if to himself. He
pressed his fingers painfully into her flesh, and she tried in vain to push him
away again.
    He
removed his hand again and tried to kiss her, but before his fingers could move
fully away from her mouth she leaned an inch forward and bit his hand. He
grunted, and she used that opportunity to scream out and push him back. He must
have been stunned because he gave her room and was looking down at his hand.
She turned, about to run, but he grabbed her hair and yanked her backward.
    Tears
pricked her eyes, and she gasped out.
    “You
stupid little bitch.”
    She
tried to push him away again, but one of his hands was wrapped around her
throat again. Hot tears tracked down her cheeks, because she knew if someone
didn’t help, or she couldn’t figure out how to stop this, the end result would
leave her broken.
    Just
as she heard the zipper of his jeans being pushed down, Devon’s body was no
longer pressed against hers. She was frozen against the side of the house, her
focus ahead of her as two shapes were now in the grass. The lighting was horrible
back here, and it didn’t help that she was crying angry and scared tears, her
vision blurry.
    Lyric
wiped her eyes, and the scene before her became clearer, shockingly so. Devon
was now on his back on the ground while Landon stood over him, his hands at his
sides, his face a mask of rage. Devon was groaning and holding the side of his
face. Landon lifted his head and stared right at her, and she wiped away her
tears, feeling all her emotion become numb for a moment.
    And
then Devon tried to get up. Landon reared his arm back and punched Devon in the
gut, dropping the other man to the ground once more. She felt her eyes widen as
she saw the anger morph Landon’s face. He leaned down so he was right over
Devon now, and started slamming his fist into Devon’s face repeatedly. Devon’s
feeble attempts to get Landon to stop only seemed to make him more aggressive
and violent. In the moonlight, Landon’s muscles strained every time he reared
back and slammed his fist into Devon. He wasn’t saying anything, wasn’t even
breathing hard. He looked collected, steady.
    Only
when Devon finally stopped fighting back and moaned on the ground did Landon
get off of him. He stood above Devon for a few seconds, rolling his head on his
neck, and then cracking his knuckles.
    “You
put your hands on Lyric again and I won’t stop, Devon. I’ll fucking kill you.”
    He
turned and faced Lyric, and all she could do was stand there and stare at the
carnage. He’d come to her rescue, saved her from being raped by Devon. She
should have felt fear over all of this, over what Devon had