Run-Away Little Sister: Hurting

Chapter Fifteen: Fight

ANASTASIA'S POV:

Fight.

A violent struggle generally involving the exchange of physical blows or the use of weapons.

My day started out like any other day, I woke up and got ready for the day, showering and getting dressed. Today the weather was only supposed to be around sixty-five degrees, and so I decided to wear a simple white knit sweater with a white tank top on beneath it. I had paired the sweater with a pair of black ripped at the knee jeans. I added white Adidis ankle length shoes, with a brown leather bound watch for my wrist.

After I was dressed for the day, and got the twins ready for their babysitter, we eventually began our daily journey of getting the twins to their babysitter, going to get breakfast in the drive thru, and then actually showing up at school.

This morning, the routine came natural and we found ourselves in the school parking lot ten minutes earlier than normal.

The group and I were discussing where we'd be for work after the school day was over, when suddenly a familiar face came walking over from the other side of the parking lot.

Dane was coming over.

"Hey hot stuff." he smirked, sending me a wink as he stopped to stand in front of me.

I crossed my arms over my my chest, watching the way his gaze stayed on my breasts. He really is a pig.

"Don't hide from me sweetheart." he spoke, "Now what do you say we get out of here and get to know each other better? Hmm, sweetheart?"

"No, Dane." I rolled my eyes.

"It looks like we got a stalker here." he laughed, "Who'd you get to tell you my name, sweetheart?"

"Nobody, sweetheart." I mocked, "I've known you for years."

"What?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"I'm Jackson and Mason's little sister." I told him, watching as his face morphed into one of shock.

"B-but you said... you said you weren't." he protested.

"Yeah, but you also said you wouldn't hurt me when we were younger." I told him before adding in sarcastically, "You definitely didn't break that promise."

"Look, I was a young horney teenage boy. It's not my fault you looked sexy and I wanted a piece of that." he told me.

My eyes widened.

"Not your fault? It's not your fault you couldn't keep it in your pants? You knew what you were doing, and then you lied about it so I would get in trouble. I told you no, I didn't consent, so you should have stopped touching me, but you didn't." I spoke, "How many other girls have you done that too? And how many of them couldn't fight you off? How can you live with yourself, knowing the damages you caused?"

"Live with myself?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "Please, if girls don't want s*x they won't look so irresistible and then play hard to get. It's the girls own fault, besides the only real reason why woman are still around is to please the man."

My friends and I were all in shock. I know people can have older ways of thinking, but being able to r**e a person and think nothing of it?

"You're a monster." I spat at him.

"I'm a monster?" he asked, "At least I didn't make my brothers end their friendship with their best friend before running off like a spoiled brat."

"They were just exposed to your true colors, I had nothing to do with that. It's your own fault, so why don't you man up and admit it." I shrugged my shoulders before attempting to walk away.

I didn't want to be in his presence any longer than I had already been in.

How did I ever look at this boy as an older brother figure?

How had I ever felt safe around him?

How could nobody have caught him in the act yet?

"Not so fast, bitch." he grabbed my shoulder pulling me towards him.

My body slammed into the concrete below me, my head smacked the pavement, causing a ringing to be heard in my ears as my vision blurred out.

I was still conscious, I was still here.

Get up!

I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position, listening as the ringing came to an end and the actual sounds around me were becoming audible.

"What the f**k?" Luke's voice was heard distantly.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Wyatt's voice seemed to be slightly closer.

"Ana!" Layla and Jamie screamed out, while I heard Max and Kayla gasp in surprise.

I heard Dane laughing, as though someone told him a funny joke. His body was to the right of me, his voice traveling down to the ground where I was sitting.

None of us had ever expected Dane to suddenly get physical.

I pushed my body off the concrete, as I slowly opened my eyes. My vision was still blurry, but I had a general outline of the boy in front of me, Dane.

Without a second thought, I didn't waste another second before launching my body into Dane's listening to the satisfying c***k as his body now hit the ground, with my body weight as an added force against him.

"You fucker." I shouted, pulling my arm back and launching it to wherever it may reach.

I didn't care where I hit him as long as I hit him. Not a single punch missed its target, Dane not having enough time to guard his face or body. I didn't stop the punches.

My vision blurred black and yet I still continued, I felt him try to kick me off as he screamed in pain, but I continued punching and fighting.

I couldn't let him walk away again.

He needed to pay.

It could have been five minutes, ten minutes, or maybe even a half an hour, but I eventually felt someone's arms wrap around my waist, yanking my body off of Dane's battered form.

I couldn't help but smile as I could finally make out some of the damages left on him.

His face was swollen and bloody, with both eyes looking like pufferfishes. His nose was completely crooked, definitely broken, and his once perfect smile was now missing at least two teeth. His jaw looked out of place, and his face looked completely deformed.

I had never been prouder of myself.

"That was for every woman you ever put your hands on, you stupid fucker!" I shouted, "Next time, I'll kill you!"

Then my vision went black again, this time though I lost consciousness, and the last thing I remember was a familiar voice shouting, "He started it! It wasn't her fault!"

And then everything was gone.

No noise, no visuals, no feelings, nothing.

I had fought though.

And I had won.

Author's Note -

Here's the fifteenth chapter of "Run-Away Little Sister: Hurting". It's definitely different than the original version. Dane came up to Ana and started the fight, Ana won, she utterly beat the s**t out of him. Next chapter we'll see the Smith Brothers and their reactions to the beating Dane received from Ana. Chapter sixteen should also be out soon.

Let me know what you all think about this chapter. And make sure you all comment, vote (by clicking the star), and share this story with those who might like it.

Thanks for reading!

-Michaela {The Author}

Original Version Published: March 11th. 2019 

Edited Version Published: September 10th. 2021