I screamed through Jack's hand trying to get anyone to notice. Once we were in the clearing, farther from help, They dropped me on to the cold hard ground. The monsters stretched my struggling body out painfully as Jack's hand remained on my mouth. Tears were burning down my face.

"You've had this coming for a while now, baby." Jack whispered from above me. I kicked and thrashed trying to stop the violation that was about to take place. One of the guys began to pull down my shorts. I screamed even louder until my throat was raw, and kicked at the other two holding my legs.

"NO! NO! NO!" I screamed through his palm. Another guy was beside the scene recording it on his phone.

They were going to record it!

I dug my nails into Jack's arm making him curse out and slam me into the ground. The impact made the dark world spin around me. Their painful snickers filled my ears.

"She's sparky isn't she?" The recorder grinned.

The guy had gotten my shorts to my ankles leaving me in my swimsuit. I writhed even more intensely. I was going to fight until my last moment or dying trying. I was not going to let this happen.

Please... send me a savior.

The guy who had been recording was on the ground in a split second with a figure standing above him. Griffin.

Soon, Jack was pulled off of me. The other guys let go of my legs heading for Griffin, who was beating the crap out of Jack. I pulled my pants up and scrambled to my feet. I leaned slightly to the side watching as two guys held Griffin back as Jack started to punch him viciously in the mid-section.

The recorder had gotten back on his feet and was now recording the fight.

Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest rock off the ground and hurled it at the back of one of the guys heads who was holding Griffin back. Blood exploded from the wound, drizzling down the back of his head. He let go of Griffin turning toward me.

"You fucking whore!" He growled, touching the back of his head. His eyes flared and he charged toward me. As soon as he was foot away from me I kicked him in the balls. Hard. He fell onto his knees and I kicked him right in the head, knocking him to the ground.

"Who's the whore?" I screamed at his unconcious form. I ran toward Griffin who was still getting the shit beat of him. I hardly helped. The recorder had been waiting for me, grabbing my arm before I could dodge him and slammed me into him.

"Come on, baby, we were just getting to the good part." He said running his tongue over his lips.

"You're an actress, aren't you? I just want you to star in my movie?" He sneered cruelly.

He leaned into me and I kneed him in the balls. He fell to his knees as well. Like a stack of cards. Grabbing the pepperspray attached to my belt loops I sprayed it in his eyes, making him scream out in agongy. Followed by a hard kick to his chest. He wouldn't be getting up for a while after that one.

I charged toward one of the guys holding Griffin, yanking him back by his hair. This finally allowed Griffin to get the upper hand on Jack and the other guy.

"Let go, you little bitch!" He growled. He ripped his head away from me then turned giving me a slamming backhand to the side of my face. I fell to the cold earth once more. The side of my face pulsating in a fiery burn. He wrenched me onto my feet by my hair slamming me into the bark of a tree. The blow sent violent tremors down my spinal cord. I collapsed to the ground in a pile of hurt.

The guy gave me a hard kick to my ribcages that teared the air out of me. He gave me another kick and another. I could hardly breathe as the painful bashes were given, ripping the air from my lungs. Blood drizzled down my lips as he broke the blood vessels in my chest.

He lowered himself in front of me with a vile smile on his face. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, wedging me to my knees then my feet.

"Not as tough as Griffin said you were, Mickey?" He taunted. Then, I exploded.

I spat a mouthful of blood into his face then slammed my knee right into his crotch sending him to the ground. I slammed my shoe repeatedly into his chest.

"Not. So. Tough. Now!" I screamed through each blow. My chest was throbbing, my throat was pulsating, my head was pounding and my hair was on fire. I crouched beside his whimpering form wiping the blood from my mouth.

"Griffin is the only one who calls me, Mickey." I hissed. My eyes went to Griffin who had already knocked the other guy out cold.

He was holding Jack against a tree with his hand wrapped around his neck. Jack clawed at Griffin's hands trying to get him to loosen his grip as the veins in Jack's face began to protrude. I stumbled over to Griffin, who looked over his shoulder checking if I was okay.

One of his eyes was swollen shut, his nose and his lip were bleeding and his breathing was heavy. A familiar sight.

"Sage..." Griffin whispered looking over his shoulder. His eyes asked if I was okay and truthfully I didn't know how to answer that.

"What do you want to do to him?"

The right thing to do is forgive and forget. But, the rage that was pulsing through my veins was in control at the moment.

"Punch him." I said through gritted teeth and clenched my fists. He was going to rape me and record it. I wanted him to never forget what he tried to do to me.

I raised my fist and slammed it into his face. His face shot to the side. I raised my fist about to hit him again as I overlooked the burning in my knuckles.

"Stop!" A feminine voice screamed. Griffin and I both looked over our shoulders. It was Kate. My blood boiled at the sight of her. She let this happen.

"Griffin..." She said softly, not acknowledging my presence. "Stop this...Beau." She pleaded kindly.

Griffin's eyes flashed over with some unknown emotion. My heart clenched when I recognized the emotion as ... love. I knew because I've seen that look everytime I looked in the mirror and thought about Griffin.

"Griffin." Kate whispered moving toward him. "Let him go."

Griffin slowly let go of Jack, who gasped for air. Kate smiled triumphantly.

"You know you love me, you will always love me after everything we've been through."

I was about to vomit. The knots in my stomach had exploded.

"But, the issue is..." She said walking to Jack's side and putting his hand around her shoulder to help him. "I never loved you..."

Griffin's eyes glassed over and it broke my heart. His eyes shot to the ground. I could see her venom seeping into his veins. She was getting to him, breaking him.

"But...Beau you are still mine and I want you to feel good. She isn't going to do that for you." She smiled kindly.

"We all know why you keep coming back to me." She said caressing the side of Griffin's face. "I own you." She hissed raising a hand to his face. She was going to hurt him. Before I knew it I was in front of her, gripping her arm tightly.

"Don't fucking touch him, bitch!" I hissed. She looked appalled.

"He doesn't love you, slut. He will pop your little cherry and leave you." She snarled ripping her hand from my grasp. "He is damaged goods."

"And?" I asked with my head tilted to the side. "I've heard it all before and quite frankly I still don't give a shit."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" She demanded with rage burning in her eyes.

"Mickey Mouse." I smiled.

"Do you know who I am?" She hissed through her perfect gritted teeth.

"An expired prostitute?" I beamed.

"Wait until Pierce hears about this." She said giving me a filthy look then walked away with a limping Jack.

"How cliche was that!" I screamed after her. "And, if you touch Griffin one more time, I will fucking end you! You pathetic excuse for a human!"

"I think she gets it..." Griffin said lowly. His eyes were glassed over and he was staring down at his bloodly hands.

"Come on...We need to get to a restroom." I took his arm softly leading him through the woodland area toward the huge restrooms that stood beside the mostly deserted parking lot. The lot was shaded in darkness except for the few street lights.

We walked inside of the huge restroom, heading to the nearest shower stall I helped Griffin in and shut the curtain beside us.

"We need a shower." I whispered to him. He remained silent. I took it as a yes. I was hanging on by a thread and I needed to get clean. I looked down at my shirt wincing at the blood that had come from my nose, lips and other places I did not want to think about. I felt around my ribs checking for any fractures, thankfully not finding any. I felt around the back of my head withdrawing with blood.

"They really kicked my ass." I laughed lightly. My voice cracked and the first tear fell. I wiped the tear away before reality began to hit.

Someone turned on the shower beside us, filling the room with steam and the loud sound of rushing water.

I turned to Griffin eying his wounds, they were worst than mine. His glassy eyes remained on the dark tiles beneath us. I placed my hands on his chest softly, pulling off his destroyed white shirt. His chest was scattered with fresh bruises but no grazes fortunately. I placed a soft hand on his ribs checking for any fractures, there were none.

I began to take off my shorts and then my swimsuit. I needed to feel the hot water. I needed to get clean. I don't know why I wanted to feel clean so badly. I just needed it.

Maybe, it was because if I washed it away it made my brain believe it didn't happen.

I started the shower and got underneath it, letting the hot water beat down on my bruises. I didn't fucking care that I was naked in front of Griffin. He had saved me more times than I can count and has seen me naked before.

I hissed as I let the water hit my back. I leaned my head against the wall. My body was throbbing. More tears began to fall and I couldn't stop them.

I sniffed as my heart pounded continously. The rushing water sliced at my ears.

I was almost r-raped. If Griffin hadn't been there.

I couldn't let my mind go there.

"Griffin..." I said softly. The word broke my heart in half, ripping my soul in shreds. I was in so much pain. "E-everytime I'm with you s-something a-wful happens." I sniffed through my blurry vision.

I didn't know if he could hear me or not but I had to get it off my chest.

"Individuals shouldn't be together if every force keeps ripping them apart."

I felt his hands slide around my waist as he leaned into me, hugging me from behind.

"Sometimes ...two people need to be ripped apart so they can understand how much they need to be sewn together." He whispered to me, followed by a soft kiss on my neck.

We stood in silence for a few moments letting the water rush down our forms washing away the blood and grime of tonights incident that would be forever scared into our memories and lives.

I turned around toward Griffin, leaning my forehead against his looking down at our feet as the blood and water ran down our legs. He took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. He brought my hand up to his lips, placing caressing kisses on each knuckle.

"And, I happen to think together is a wonderful place to be." He smiled.

*****
This one got me in the feels. 😭