attempt to engulf me.
GUS!
The crazed man wrapped his arms around me, constricting me to the point of making breathing a chore. He pulled me up from the floor and pinned me against a wall. At this point I was ready to actually scream Gus’ name, but unable to catch my breath well enough to be effective. “Guh…” was about as much as I could muster, in a low groan.
“Stop fighting and it’ll be easier on you,” whispered the man. His breath reeked of whiskey, stale tobacco, and vomit. I wanted to gag.
I brought my left leg up, hoping to strike him in the crotch with my knee. I was greatly unsuccessful and realized the attempt only infuriated him. He shoved backward on my hip, knocking me into the wall. As my lower back painfully struck a chair rail, he grabbed my hair and twisted it through his fat fingers. With his other hand, he began roughly pulling at my panties.
GUS! I screamed in my mind as I grew panicked. At the same time, a familiar buzzing grew in my head, growing irritatingly by the second.
“Bobby,” I choked out as the man’s mouth found its way to my neck. “Bobby, help!” I was crying now, my words drowned in my tears. I struggled as hard as I was able, not only out of instinct to get away from the madman trying to violate me but also knowing the dead were nearing.
“She’s not helping you, so just stop struggling!” said the man with great irritation.
I could barely make out Bobby’s form on the floor as she struggled to stand. I could tell she was in bad shape.
“Gus!” I finally heard Bobby call out. “GUS!”
“Who the fuck is Gus?” asked the man as he pressed himself against me. I took notice that he seemed unable to get it up, to my great relief.
I heard the floor boards above squeak.
Gus, he hurt Bobby, I thought quickly. He has a gun.
The man covered my mouth with one of his sweaty hands. “I said , who is Gus ?” spat the man at me harshly.
My eyes grew wide as I heard Gus rush down the stairs. He appeared crazed. His hair a mess, and he was wearing only his boxers. He made a brief survey of the room, to the best of his abilities in the moonlight. As soon as he saw the man holding me against the wall, his face turned into a mask of pure rage. The man punched me in the gut to incapacitate me, causing me to drop to the floor. He turned to face Gus’ oncoming attack. He realized too late that he had set his gun down.
Gus grabbed the man by the front of his filthy shirt and threw him to the ground.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to my woman?” he screamed just before he landed a blow to the man’s face.
I had slumped to the floor in pain, and could only watch. Bobby had made her way to a corner of the room, where she huddled in fear.
The intruder tried to fight back, but Gus was full of adrenaline and continued to hold the larger man down.
“Answer me, you piece of shit! What the fuck were you trying to do to my woman?”
I had never seen Gus this angry before and my thoughts flashed to Boggs and his recent outbursts.
“Gus, there’s Roamers outside!” I choked out as I pulled my panties back up.
The man pinned beneath Gus began chuckling. It was a bone-chilling sound full of evil.
“I’ll nail her here in front of you,” the words spewed from his mouth.
Gus was sent over the edge. He stood, and then landed a foot into the man’s ribs. I could hear Bobby whimpering from the corner. Gus leaned down and grabbed onto the man’s shirt again, pulling him back to his feet. He swung his fist and landed a blow on the side of the man’s face, causing him to stumble backward. Gus rushed forward and grabbed onto the man’s arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. I could feel Gus’ anger deep within my core.
“Zoe, get ready to open the back door.”
How Gus was able to calmly give me instructions was beyond me. It was completely out of character with the actions he was taking. He had secured the intruder expertly, likely from his days
GUS!
The crazed man wrapped his arms around me, constricting me to the point of making breathing a chore. He pulled me up from the floor and pinned me against a wall. At this point I was ready to actually scream Gus’ name, but unable to catch my breath well enough to be effective. “Guh…” was about as much as I could muster, in a low groan.
“Stop fighting and it’ll be easier on you,” whispered the man. His breath reeked of whiskey, stale tobacco, and vomit. I wanted to gag.
I brought my left leg up, hoping to strike him in the crotch with my knee. I was greatly unsuccessful and realized the attempt only infuriated him. He shoved backward on my hip, knocking me into the wall. As my lower back painfully struck a chair rail, he grabbed my hair and twisted it through his fat fingers. With his other hand, he began roughly pulling at my panties.
GUS! I screamed in my mind as I grew panicked. At the same time, a familiar buzzing grew in my head, growing irritatingly by the second.
“Bobby,” I choked out as the man’s mouth found its way to my neck. “Bobby, help!” I was crying now, my words drowned in my tears. I struggled as hard as I was able, not only out of instinct to get away from the madman trying to violate me but also knowing the dead were nearing.
“She’s not helping you, so just stop struggling!” said the man with great irritation.
I could barely make out Bobby’s form on the floor as she struggled to stand. I could tell she was in bad shape.
“Gus!” I finally heard Bobby call out. “GUS!”
“Who the fuck is Gus?” asked the man as he pressed himself against me. I took notice that he seemed unable to get it up, to my great relief.
I heard the floor boards above squeak.
Gus, he hurt Bobby, I thought quickly. He has a gun.
The man covered my mouth with one of his sweaty hands. “I said , who is Gus ?” spat the man at me harshly.
My eyes grew wide as I heard Gus rush down the stairs. He appeared crazed. His hair a mess, and he was wearing only his boxers. He made a brief survey of the room, to the best of his abilities in the moonlight. As soon as he saw the man holding me against the wall, his face turned into a mask of pure rage. The man punched me in the gut to incapacitate me, causing me to drop to the floor. He turned to face Gus’ oncoming attack. He realized too late that he had set his gun down.
Gus grabbed the man by the front of his filthy shirt and threw him to the ground.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to my woman?” he screamed just before he landed a blow to the man’s face.
I had slumped to the floor in pain, and could only watch. Bobby had made her way to a corner of the room, where she huddled in fear.
The intruder tried to fight back, but Gus was full of adrenaline and continued to hold the larger man down.
“Answer me, you piece of shit! What the fuck were you trying to do to my woman?”
I had never seen Gus this angry before and my thoughts flashed to Boggs and his recent outbursts.
“Gus, there’s Roamers outside!” I choked out as I pulled my panties back up.
The man pinned beneath Gus began chuckling. It was a bone-chilling sound full of evil.
“I’ll nail her here in front of you,” the words spewed from his mouth.
Gus was sent over the edge. He stood, and then landed a foot into the man’s ribs. I could hear Bobby whimpering from the corner. Gus leaned down and grabbed onto the man’s shirt again, pulling him back to his feet. He swung his fist and landed a blow on the side of the man’s face, causing him to stumble backward. Gus rushed forward and grabbed onto the man’s arm, twisting it painfully behind his back. I could feel Gus’ anger deep within my core.
“Zoe, get ready to open the back door.”
How Gus was able to calmly give me instructions was beyond me. It was completely out of character with the actions he was taking. He had secured the intruder expertly, likely from his days
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