Fix Me_TAT_A Rocker Romance

by Melanie Walker

  "Wrong!" I say as I slam my fist on his nuts. "She's mine. Huge mistake in thinking she was a nobody. You are a rapist. Try hiding that in prison, if you make it there when I am done with you."

  He lunges up, his adrenaline the only thing carrying him now, but when a guy bigger than you threatens to kill you, you’ll find the strength to fight. Fuck, I wanted him to make me bleed, piss me off more.

  "Do it!" I say as he lunges when I step back and to the right, bringing my fist to the back of his skull. I feel the bones in my hand crack and I know it will piss me off later, but in a second it will go numb. Then I will destroy my playing hand if I have to.

  "Come on!" I yell and stand there with my hands to my sides. "Come on! I aint fighting back. That’s how you cowards like it right?" I taunt when he clocks me in the eye and it fuels me. I take three steps forward and kidney shot him as many times as I can before he pushes me back, roaring in pain from I hope a bruised kidney, hand delivered by yours truly.

  He charges me from where he pushed me jabbing me a few times in the ribs. I feel nothing though. All I am is malevolence and I want more, his blood and mine. "Not so easy when someone fights back right?" I taunt again, but he misses my nose, too slow as his knuckles hit my head bone on bone. I am man enough to admit that shit hurt and that I saw stars for a second.

  "Lucky shot, lucky shot." I say to myself as I swing in with a right then a left. Body shot, jaw shot and he goes down. I follow him and lift him up refusing to let him give up now. "Stand and fight like a man you pussy." I yell and bitch slap him a few times until he can focus and lunges at me again. I step to the side as he lands on his face.

  Cal, enough!" Bright and Raleigh yell, but I wave my broken and bleeding hand at them.

  "He broke his hand..." I hear Chad say, he sounds scared while Noah laughs.

  "Worth it." He says shrugging.

  I feel dude come at me from the side and I go down on my back, belly up for a split second when I feel a knife slip into my gut like a hot knife through butter. "I aint going anywhere mother fucker, except down on your bitch."

  Pain assaults me for only a minute. I pray to God he didn’t hit an organ as I roll to stand up. Now, I am past the point of logic and reasoning. So are my boys I realize as they come in blur, Raleigh included as they pull this piece of shit off me. I struggle to get up, my blood soaking my shirt. Fucker stabbed me. He touched my firefly while hiding a knife...I am gonna kill the son of a bitch.

  The lot is crowded, photographers, record execs and witnesses galore just saw me, Cal Dorian get stabbed for wrestling an attempted rapist off my girl.

  Not so epic, but at least I have an assortment of proof.

  Noah, who has this guy’s arms pinned behind his back and Chad who is standing above him behind Noah with his hand on his throat and his fist in his hair to subdue him while Shame and Raleigh stand between them all and I.

  "Let him go. Now." I seethe. Shame tries to get in my face telling me to stop. I push him until he clears my path and look to Ral who runs with a "nope."

  "Let him go." I ask again, more nicely as I crack my neck and wipe the blood from my eyes. "Noah, this mother fucker was going to rape Jen. Again! He pulled a knife like a pussy and stabbed me." I lift my shirt over my head, exposing the wound that is bleeding profusely and chuck it at Shame who grabs it.

  "Move." I demand, voice calm. Chad looks at me, eye to eye and I see he will let him go and he does and stands now with Shame and Ral.

  Red and blue lights flash against the trees telling me they’ll be here any second. "Noah, think if it was Bright." I say, almost pleading. Pain lances his face, but he drops this guy and stands because he too gets it.

  "I am staying right here. I am all for you damaging this mother fucker, but we all need you to not catch a murder charge feel me?"

  I say nothing and squat in front of him. "You brought a knife like a pussy. I brought muscle mother fucker and I am still standing. Now, you wanna’ fight like a bitch and try to rape my woman? Then you better try to get me down again." I use my hand to wipe more blood from my eyes when he goes for the knife again.

  I catch his wrist and bend his arm to the side until his hand is trapped to the ground. I bend over to get the knife, my face to close to his free hand when he starts boxing my ear, but I feel nothing.

  I stomp my foot to his wrist and feel the bone break right as the knife falls from his fingers. I kick it aside, lifting my foot and this mother fucker bit my God Damned leg, breaking skin.

  "Mother Fucker!" I roar just as the police start charging us from every direction yelling for everyone to get down.

  I am not about to lay down by a cannibal rapist, hell no! I turn and fall- facing my boys, my eyes on the paramedics with Jen. There is an officer over me, handcuffing me before asking if I can move.

  "He has a stab wound, he needs to be on his back." Raleigh hiccups, sobbing as the cops let them stand telling them to get back.

  The officer calls for the paramedics and rolls me to my back. I try to sit up when he stops me.

  "Be still, help is coming." He says and starts barking out a shit load of codes on his radio.

  "Tell me she's okay." I ask as the adrenaline flees the building, I feel everything realizing I am losing a lot of blood.

  "They are with her now, sir. Try to remain calm." He says and I hear the crowd screaming to uncuff me, shouting my defense. I knew they had enough statements when the cop released the cuffs from me and moved as a stretcher was parked beside me.

  "Do you know your name sir?" One asked me, but my eyes were on my firefly who was still not moving.

  "Noah?" I yell as the panic sets in. "Tell me she's okay Noah?" I scream as the paramedic’s yell for me to calm down. Something was too high... bleeding worse? I don’t know.

  Noah comes through the crowd and rests my broken hand over his. "She's okay Cal. She's headed to the hospital for her shoulder and a few cuts and shit. She hit her head, but she’s awake." He says when the paramedics ask him to step back.

  "How about you fuck yourself and focus on my boy here dipshit. I aint leaving."

  "Keep quiet and don’t interrupt us so we can get him in the ambulance."

  "She's okay?" I ask and I have some serious slurred speech going on here. "What'd they gave meh?" I ask as fear cripples me. I try to hold onto his hand for stability but can’t move it.

  "Dude, its broken bad. Just... Cal you gotta’ let these guys do their thing okay? We got Jen, she's safe and dude is definitely going away for some time. Bro you have gone way critical, don’t fight alright."

  I try to nod, but I swear they gave me something to knock me out because I can’t think.

  "Noah, Raleigh..." Bright cries and Noah starts yelling about something when Shame and Chad come to me as he leaves.

  "Noah and Ral?" I ask, though I don’t know what I am asking.

  "Holy shit!" Shame yells at the paramedic as they lift me and I laugh as we are rolling somewhere. "Stop him from bleeding!" He cries as Chad pushes him back, yelling something...something...

  "Firefly...."

  Shit went black.

  Chapter Twenty

  Jen

  “Find him Noah, I am fine!” I yell through my tears as they bring me in through the Emergency room. I had missed most of the drama as it went down and nobody was giving me the information I needed other than a bad ass whooping took place. I had no way to know if Cal was okay or not unless I sent Noah to look.

  I watch as the ER fills up with everyone, including Lexington and Tayla. I cringe when I see her, but Carrie is on it.

  “Tayla, this isn’t the time or the place.” She says, looking at her with the same distain I do these days.

  Tayla disregards Carrie who looks like she will kill if provoked. It saddens me really because they were once close as sisters. “Jen, I notified Blythe and Derrick Dorian, they are on their way and with your permission I would be happy to take Axe with me until there is word on Cal’s wound so that My
a can be here.”

  I hear what she says as it drains the blood from my head. “His wound?” I ask, choking on the words. “What wound? Somebody tell me something!” I cry out, demanding someone just tell me.

  Tayla, calm as ever and completely under control looks at me softly. “I will tell you what I know, but I need you to remain calm and level headed because it is what Cal needs most now.”

  I nod in agreement as everyone else watches on as she relays what she saw. “He definitely broke his hand, his dominant one from what I could tell. Anyone who saw it would clarify that, no doctor required.” She turns to look at Chad and Shamus. “Make sure Brian gets in touch with the best orthopedic hand surgeon immediately before anyone touches him.” She looks back at me seeing the panic at her words. “Calm remember?”

  I nod and brush at the tears on my face as multiple doctors try to rush her out.

  “Please, she is fine to be here.” I look at Tayla who for lack of a better definition, is the only one keeping me sane right now.

  “He has a stab wound Jenny, lower left quadrant, but he was stable as he left. That is why I called Blythe and Derrick so that he had next of kin here for answers. Mya is bringing Axe on her way and I would like to help by keeping him safe until we know more?”

  I might be crazy, but crazy don’t bluff and I need her help right now. “Yes, please.” I say and look at the doctor who is pissed that I am not giving him my undivided attention.

  “Miss Pope, we need to get you for x-rays now.” He says and nudges Tayla to the side. She is too calm, too collected and I suddenly see what they all always said that never made sense to me until now. She was always in business mode, even in tragedy she was capable of running the world.

  I established trust with Tayla early on when I gave Axe to Cal. She had always regarded me with respect and with everything that happened I never looked at her side of this world.

  “Thank you Tayla.” I say as they wheel me to the x-ray and away from anyone willing to tell me anything.

  Cal

  I wake as we exit the ambulance and look around for anyone I know, someone who will tell me where my girl is. I try to sit up when pain unlike anything I have ever felt assaults me. I try to look down, my view is blocked by the oxygen mask over my face and the various tubes over my body.

  “What..the..fuck…” I say, but my voice is like gravel with barely any sound.

  “Mr. Dorian, we have you at St. Joseph medical in Tacoma sir. Can you tell me you understand me?” He asks and I nod, looking around trying to find anyone.

  “Mr. Dorian, you can’t use your hand sir, we have stabilized it as best we can.” He says as I try to lift the mask from my face. I realize it is my playing hand and start wailing.

  “No… can’t be…” I say, but the fight to speak is unbearable.

  I watch as they rush me through these automatic double door things and down a long ass hallway until they stop in a room that is freezing cold.

  Here, things go from fast paced to rapid crazy as people hustle and rush sound me barking orders at one another. I try lifting my hand, wanting to see it, but a guy in green scrubs stops me.

  “Mr. Dorian. My name is Doctor Isaac Bradford. I am the trauma surgeon here at St Josephs. You have a substantial loss of blood as well as a stab wound on your side here and I need to stop the bleeding. Do you have any allergies?” He asks and I shake my head no, still trying to find anyone.

  “Jenny Pope…she here?” I ask and use the good hand to stop the fucking Doctor so he will answer me.

  “I am not sure sir but I can find out.” He says as they cut my jeans off my and transfer me to another table. The doctor sends a nurse to find my girl and I finally calm down.

  “Mr. Dorian, I need a name for next of kin. Is Jenny your wife?”

  “Not yet.” I say and start laughing courtesy of whatever this doc gave me.

  “Congratulations.” He says with a kind smile before barking more orders at the nurses.

  “Mr. Dorian, I am Dr. Farnsworth, I will be administering your anesthesia. You feel a little silly right now and that is good, but I need to know if you have any allergies or have you ever struggled or had difficulty with anesthesia before?”

  I shake my head no and look back to the other Doctor. “Where’s my girl…” I plea. He looks at me with concern.

  “She is here in the ER and stable sir.” He states all matter of fact. I want to tear the tubes off of me and go to her.

  “She okay?” I ask and start shaking my head no. “That guy… he tried to rape her again.” I say as tears fill my eyes. “I tried to save her…”

  I feel him press against my stomach and a scream of pure agony tears from my throat.

  “He needs me in there stopping the bleeding now.” The first Doctor says before looking to me. “Mr. Dorian, I will take care of it. I swear, just trust me.” He says before everything went black.

  Jen

  Cassa sat in the chair by the door as the nurse gave me the privacy to change into the gown. I needed help moving my obviously dislocated and fractured shoulder in order to get the thing on. Now, we sat in the quiet and waited for the nurse to run a forensic exam on my body. She would be taking photos and examining me thoroughly so it would all be documented.

  “Jen, are you sure you want me in here with you?” Cassa asks me kindly. I know she is willing to stay with me and that her question is for my comfort. She has been here, though my situation isn’t as grave as hers was, she knows what this exam is like. Carrie does as well, but I can’t go there because I know too much about her pain.

  “I don’t want to be alone.” I admit and look away, my thoughts centering on Cal for the millionth time.

  My phone alerts me to a text and I jump painfully trying to reach it.

  “Let me sweetie.” Cassa says as she reaches for it from my jeans then hands it to me.

  Tayla: Axe is asleep and Mya just left and will be there soon. If I can help in any way let me know.

  I feel tears burn my eyes at her kindness. “What is it sweetie?” Cassa asks as she rubs her hand up and down my back.

  I look up at her with a guilty sadness. “Tayla… she is being so nice and I know this is probably killing her to, yet she still wants to help.”

  Cassa nods in understanding. “Tay was once the coolest chick on the block. She controlled our men with her pinky finger and never batted a lash. I don’t know how or where she lost her way, but to love her is okay. We are all upset but none of us hate her Jen.”

  Me: Thank you so much. I will keep you informed. I promise.

  She doesn’t respond, but before I have time to think on it the door alerts us to a light tap.

  “Come in.” I say and grab Cassa’s hand, squeezing it.

  “Miss Pope?” The woman asks. I nod as this teeny tiny old lady with grey hair enters.

  “I am Lucy, your husbands nurse. I want you to know that he is in recovery for the time being. He is stable and doing great sweetie. The bleeding is stopped and he is resting.”

  I bawl like a little baby at her words, so thankful my Knight in shining armor is going to be okay. “Thank you.” I cry, not telling her that I’m not his wife. If they think it I will let them. I will do anything to get to him faster.

  Another knock sounds from the door as my nurse Vikki walks in pushing a tray. Lucy see’s what is on the tray and looks at me with sad eyes. “You have one hell of a man sweetheart.” She says before hugging me gently. “It all makes sense now.” She says, squeezing my hand before she leaves.

  Another Doctor comes in as Lucy leaves and I see it is my Doctor, a female. Thank God. “Hey Jenny, we are ready to get started if you are?” She says while putting her gloves on.

  “I am. Is it okay if my friend stays with me?” I ask, referring to Cassa as my friend for the first time ever.

  “Of course.” Doctor Green says as she takes a seat at the end of the table I am on.

  I lay back and answer simple yes and no answ
ers as she exams the tears from my vagina. The images shoot through me as I relive his touch and threats, when I feel panic over take me.

  “Jenny, we are done with that part of the exam, but if you need a few minutes I am more than happy to come back.

  “No, let’s get it over with.” I say while sitting up. I strip the gown from my chest and do as Vikki asks so she can photograph the various bruises. It felt like I was exposed for hours, when realistically it was no more than ten minutes.

  They allow me to dress in the clothes that Lexington went and got from my room in Cal’s since the police needed everything I wore. They were waiting to get my statement, but luckily with the amount of witnesses they were fine to let me come in tomorrow.

  Doctor Green returned a while later as I sat biting my nails anxious to leave and Cassa kept updating me on Cal. “Shame says that Blythe has added you for access to his room and he says everyone has a code word for security and he will send me that.”

  “Okay.” I say when Doctor Green comes back in with my discharge info.

  “Now, I know you will be in ICU for the next little while, but please get some rest. It’s just passed three now and it’s been about six hours since you were knocked unconscious so I think it’s okay if you rest.”

  She shines her flashlight one more time in my eyes to ensure that my eyes are still dilating. “I have a prescription that you can fill here since I know you’ll be here.” She looks to Cassa. “I know you aren’t family, but I want no fuss by nine. She needs rest and that’s that. Let her go see him and get peace of mind then to bed. Someone will need to be with her for the next forty-eight hours. She will be in the sling and the wrap for her shoulder about three weeks.”

  She looks back at me. “As for the tears and the intrusion, they will heal up in a few days. No sexual intercourse for three to six weeks depending on your comfort. I have added some crisis services for you in your discharge paperwork. Don’t let this asshole win sweetie. Get the services if you need them.”