Five Lovestories

The crashing sound woke me up. I had been in this dream-world where I pretended everything was okay, while a creep was about to rape me. But the harsh and sudden glass bottle, hitting someone's head, made my head snap. Marks short, but strong body was tilted towards the sound from behind, which gave me space to see what was going on as well.
My heart dropped.
A tall, shaded and violent figure that did not belong to Marks scrawny gang, was now among us. His clenched fists hit one gangmember after one, even though they all attacked him, he threw them away. Repeatedly, the gang that was left, jumped on him like hungry hyenas, but they all ended up with their faces thrown in the asphalt again.
Harry was saving me.

"Ah, c'mon guys..!" Mark groaned at his gangmembers weak attempts to try to fight Harry down.

They tried even harder, they came from different angles, tried to beat him up, but nothing worked. Harrys proficient skills was superior, and they didn't even stand a chance against him. My mind was spinning, there was so many thoughts in my head. Firstly, I was more happy than ever that he had come back for me. I really needed him. But what was I going to do now? Cheer for him? Run away? Stay, and hope he had a plan for me to escape? As glad I was that he was here to prevent the awful scenes I'd seen in my head to actually happen, I didn't know what to think of him. I still hadn't forgot what he did, and I didn't know if I would ever forgive him. Honestly, I never thought he would even think about it doing such a thing towards me.
But then again, he wasn't even near as intimidating as Mark. Actually, when I thought about it, Harry was right. He did stop when I asked him, and I really didn't think clearly when I put on the exposing dress.. But still, he had been a dick, and he did keep on going, even though I pushed away his hands at the restuarant and clearly tried to divert his dirty thoughts.
And what was Mark doing? Sure, he needed to hold me against the wall so I wouldn't escape, but didn't he witness the same thing as I did? He was losing all his "soldiers", and what would he do when no one was left? It was time to start to think about that, right about time Harry knocked out the last of the guys by picking him up, and smashing him to the ground.
Wow, I knew he was violent, but this was a whole new side of him. He had been showing lots of new ones lately. It looked foully as he smashed their heads together, throwing them to the ground, and seeing blood pour out. I had to look away. But as if Mark was used to it, he sighed, and shooked his head.

"You stay here." He hissed in my face. "You know what I'm capable of, so don't move."

He finally let go of me, and I sunk down to the street-ground. I know, I should've done something right away. Like run, or call the police. But I hadn't been properly breathing for what seemed like forever, and I was almost sure Mark had crushed my lungs. I took a few deep breathes, and looked up. I saw stars. Shit, he had actually held me harder than I first thought, as I also noticed sore marks around my waist. I was too occupied with massaging my red marks, that I didn't notice what was happening in front of me, before I heard panting above me. I looked up, and I saw Mark and Harry in a huge fight. Of course, my money was bet on Harry. I mean, he had just beated up fifteen guys, all by himself. A short guy like Mark shouldn't been any harder. But I turned out to be wrong. I don't know why in the heavens Mark succeeded to even stand up in front of Harry, but he also managed to get Harry down to the ground. But Harry was fast, he quickly jumped up on his feet, and sugar-punched Mark in the face. For a second, I thought it was over. Mark looked lightheaded and fumbled back a few steps. Maybe he would pass out,and we could bail? But he was right in the game again, and he litterally jumped over Harry, and the both crashed down to the ground on top of each other.
That's when I realized that this was for real, when I saw their flying bodies. I quickly, but as quiet as I could, stood up on my feet. With shaking arms, I picked up my cell phone. I didn't know if it was because I was so scared, or if I simply had lost all my blood and oxygen in my arms, but only typing in '911' felt like the hardest thing I had ever done.
But what now? I thought. I couldn't stay, Mark would hear me talk and probably kill me. But I couldn't leave Harry either. I decided to do something in between. I was running out of time, and the signlas was going through. On my tiptoes, I ran away a few metres from the fight, and held the phone hard against my ear. Finally, a man answered. I didn't hear him, or listen to what he had to say.

"There's a fight here, come as soon as you can!!" I hurried to say, in case Mark would come sneaking up on me.

"Okay, calm down, miss. Where are you?"

I didn't bother to listen to him now either.

"There's a fight.." I said with tears in my eyes from the fear of getting busted. "And a rape, or well, not exactly, but there has been an attempt to it, and there's like fifteen passed out or even dead guys, you gotta hurr-"

"Please, miss, calm down. Where are you?"

Even though I wouldn't have listened to him, I didn't get the chance to. Because all of the sudden, my predictions turned out to go exact as I thought. A pair of cold arms touched my waist and dragged me further in again. I got so scared from Marks touch, that I accidently pressed on 'hang up'.

"What did I tell you about leaving?" Mark said in my ear.

But it was weird, he didn't mention the phone, he didn't even look at it. It was almost like he.. didn't even notice it..! A burning flash of hope spread in my body, but it quickly disappeared. When Mark brought me back to the depth of the alley, the sight that hit me was everything but pleasant.
In his own little pool of blood, an up-beated Harry lied on the ground. The fear hit me, I had never seen him like this.

"No, no, no!!" I screamed.

My only hope had gone under. Screw Mark, I thought and ran up to him.

"Harry." I whispered, starting to crack up. "Harry, please.."

He slowly opened his eyes. I noticed two black rings around them, and his red, swollen face, and his broken lip. Not only his fragile statement made me cry, but his horrible look made me scared.

"Kath.." He whispered raspy.

"Shh.." I said low and wiped away a tear from my cheek. "You're okay, you're okay.."

"I'm not.." He groaned quietly.

He opened his mouth over and over, to try to say something.

"I'm.. I'm.. sorry.."

"It's fine, I promise." I sobbed and stroked his cheek. "We gotta get you out of.."

I couldn't finish the sentence, since Marks strong arms pulled me back.

"Let me go!!" I screamed.

"Stop crying, you pussy!" He shouted in my face.

"Why are you doing this to us?!" I screamed even louder.

He tried to calm me down by holding me against the wall again, but this time I wouldn't let him. I wouldn't do it his way this time, I was going to be a pain in the ass. I was wriggling under his grip, making it impossible for him to keep me in one place.

"I said, let me go!" I screamed extra loud, and kicked him right between his legs.

"Aouch!!" He howled and held his jewelers. "Fuck..!"

My eyes grew big, I didn't know I had it inside of me. But as he was on the ground, I took my chance, and hit him in the head.

"What the.." He shouted and fell backwards.

I thought I had another shot, and tried to kick him again, but he wouldn't let me this time. He grabbed my kicking leg and it made me fall down on the wet, cold ground. He swiftly jumped up on me, and pushed my hands down with his whole bodyweight.

"Hey.. stop it man..!" I heard Harry groan from his corner.

Mark turned around, and spitted at his direction.

"Shut up!" He comanded. "And as for you.. you just calm the fuck down."

His wheezy voice made me scared, but hearing Harrys decrepit voice made me even more horrifyed. I kept telling myself that he would be okay. He would, right?

"Let me go.." I said and closed my eyes.

"Shut up, you whore." Mark said and continued to rip up my dress.

"No, please.." I said weakly. "Don't."

"No, I won't stop." He said with a different tone than before, like he was tired. "I don't care where my gang is, passed out somewhere, I will continue with what I came for. You won't get away now, your precious Harry is over there, bleeding to death, and he was your last hope."

I felt his words hit me, and burn into me. I suddenly realized, he was right. Harry was my last hope, and now.. my predictions would come true after all. Goodbye life, I thought.

"I'm sorry Harry.." I said low with harshly closed eyes, to not let anymore tears out.

But as the words left my mouth, they succeeded to escape.

"Me too.." He whispered.

"Me too." Mark imitated with a sarcastic voice.

But his cheerish voice fastly changed into his smirking, creepy look. I was so scared by it, and by what was coming, that I closed my eyes. I guess we all have that instinct, to close our eyes when we're scared, and that's why we hide under our blanket when we're little. I couldn't watch this happen, even less feel it happen.

"Aw, are you scared?" Mark asked close to my face. "Well, you should be.. You now know what I'm capable of, killing Ruth and all.. I bet you wanna say you're sorry to her, and maybe to that guy, Liam, was it? Too bad he's dead too.. He probably should've done what I told him to do, don't you think?"

"You know what I think?" A sudden voice heard from behind Mark.

For the first time ever, he looked scared. So scared that I noticed him swallow hard, and so scared, that he didn't have the guts to turn around to face whoever was behind him.

"I think you probably should check your facts first, idiot."

And the next thing I knew, a long bat hit Marks head, and he flew into the brick-wall he earlier had pushed me up to. I was so fascinated by him, finally passing out, that I forgot the most important thing of all. Liam, who was standing, fully alive in front of me. I didn't care how much blood I had lost, or how little oxygen I had in my body. I completely excluded that I barely could stand up, even speak, and jumped up from the ground to attack Liam with a giant hug. I cried so hard that I was shaking, so hard that I was actually more out of air than when Mark had me under control.

"Liam.. Liam, Liam.." I repeated and hugged him harder.

He dropped the bat to the ground and hugged me hard too.

"I.. I.. I thought.. thought you.. you were de-dead.." I stuttered and hiccupped by the many tears.

"I'll tell you everything later, but now, we gotta help H-"

He got interrupted by a well recognizing sound. A police siren that was coming closer and closer to us.

"..arry.." He finished.

I glanced back at him, and mentally slapped myself. Why didn't I call for an ambulance? He was so hurt. But as the police came closer, we both heard the ambulance siren too. I breathed out.

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