LARA'S POV
Oliver said that his car was parked down two streets so we had to walk there. We were walking when suddenly four guys came out of dark wearing black clothes and blocked our path.
Oliver quickly intertwined his fingers with mine and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. He was practically shouting that nothing bad will happen in his presence with how tight his hold was on my hand.
The guys walked towards us, slowly, like in a movie type slow. When they came under streetlight, I was able to see their faces and it shocked me. They all looked similar, like quadruplets. They all were muscular, dark skined, almost 6'3" tall and eyes narrowed at us. They reached us slow walking. Three of them had buzz cut while one had a mohawk. I swear it took them more than two minutes just to walk 5 meters or so. Talk about being dramatic. I can feel Oliver tensing beside me. He cautiously asked, "Who are you and what do you want?"
The guy at the far right took another few steps forward and was now invading my personal space. "We are rapists." Oliver gasped but I was too busy staring at the guy who came forward. He was looking right into my green orbs without even blinking, if that was even possible. "And we want you today." He said in his deep husky voice. Is it weird that I find the voice of my future rapist sexy? Maybe, but whatever, that was one hell of a sexy voice.
A second later, when my brain processed what he said, fear started creeping in my body. I was shaking a bit. And I have this very weird talent of rambling irrelevant stuff and speaking nonsense whenever I feel nervous or freighted. In this case too, due to fear, my unconscious took control of my body and words came out of my mouth without even deciphering. "I didn't shave!"
What? What the fuck just came out of my cakehole? They were goint to rape me. Fucking rape, and my stupid mind blurted out that I didn't shave? Why was it even relevant? I mean, does rapist only take shaved vaginas as their prey? If that's the case, then I hope that they'll leave me alone thinking that my beautiful hairs are weird. I internally smirked at my possible victory.
All four of them looked at me weirdly. I thought that they were also debating on my hairs but they suddenly started laughing and the middle guy who was the only one with spiked hairs out of the buzz crowd said, "You are funny. I like you."
And just like that, all my hopes went down the drain. I looked towards Oliver and pushed him forward while I hid behind his muscular frame, "Ollie, you are strong. You go to gym. You play football. Protect me. Prove that you are a tough knight and save me, the damsel in very much fucking distress." I knew that if I triggered his ego, his inner fighting strength would come out.
"I will protect you!" he shouted hitting his chest like a bull he is. The guys again started laughing hysterically. Humor was visible in their eyes.
Far left guy spoke in between his laughing fit "That girl is very much safe but who will protect you cutie?" Out of Oliver and me, I was the only girl, that means he addressed him as cutie? And I was safe, that made me release a sigh of relief but I didn't get why they said that Oliver needs protection?
Oliver was apparently just as confused as me as he asked, "What do you mean?"
The only guy left to say anything, said "We are gay." And all others nodded with his statement. They head a serious look on their faces at this moment and I knew that they weren't joking about this. They were rapists and gay, that means gay rapists. Wow! This wad so unexpected.
Oliver and I were both shocked. Oliver seemed to be on a yelling spree as he again said loudly, "You...you mean that you want me, a guy and not her, a girl?" he said pointing his thumb at me. The rapists all nodded with the same look of seriousness. Oliver again yelled, "Why?! Rapists can't be gay. That's not right."
All of them now looked furious. Spikey poked his forefinger in Olivers chest and started moving forward while Oliver back walked. "What do you mean by it's not right, huh? We are gay, so what? You got a problem with that? You all fucking sexuality discriminators! You all are so disgusting."
I don't know why but that little speech was so touching. But Oliver was obviously freighted by the angry looks of four intimidating men. He shook his head furiously, "I have no problems with gays, none at all. Nada. Nil. I...I am..." he stuttered while jumping behind me and shouting "I didn't shave!"
I face palmed. I guess now all of them were done playing around as they circled us and were moving closer and closer towards us. Oliver was still behind me, holding my shoulders like his life depending on it. It actually does. He whispered in my right ear, "Lara. I can take two of them down but not all at once. You'll have to help me here. You take self-defense classes. You sure know how to protect yourself. Calm down and focus on whatever you were taught. Help ne here, okay? Be a damsel in a damn shining armor and please protect your knight in distress. They will ruin my innocence if you don't help me."
I nodded as my reply that I understood everything. I've been taking self-defense classes for as long as I remember. I can sure take care of two guys. Yes, I can do it. I prepped myself. Just as my shoulders relaxed, Oliver turned around and punched one of the guys.
This alerted the two guys in front of me as spikey moved towards me with the intention to punch. His fist was loose, that indicated that he thought that I was weak. I side stepped and caught his fist mid air with my left hand. He was confused for a second and I took advantage of the moment and bent my right arm at 90° and threw a perfect hook at his jaw by swinging my arm in an horizontal arc. I used full strength of my core muscles. Spikey, as I call him, looked like he was not prepared for this amount of strength and fell on the ground. I saw him coughing blood and I think there were two to three teeth in the mix too. I was shocked that my punch was this powerful. But I didn't take a break and straddled his waist and threw another hook, but this time aimed at his liver. He couldn't take it anymore and passed out. I did that? I look at my hands perplexed. Damn! Ollie was correct. I am strong.
Looking at spikey on floor, I suddenly got excited. I could practically feel adrenaline coursing through my body. There was this itch in my veins, to puch, to kick, to defeat them. The man who was beside spikey was shocked to see his buddy passed out on the road with his blood and teeth scattered around him. He looked at me with this intense look as if he was aiming to kill me. He came rushing forward, he attempted to get a cross at my face with his right hand which I guess is his dominant hand. His stance was strong, I'll give him that, but his speed was too slow for me. I ducked and jabbed his lower stomach making him bend down to clutch his stomach to ease the pain. I took that time to slam my elbow at the back of his head and he collapsed on ground too before spitting out some blood.
I looked back to see how Oliver was handling himself and saw that the two men he was against had a upper hand as they were constantly throwing puches and kicks one by one. Oliver was trying to protect himself by crouching down and holding his hands up in a defensive way. I knew that he would not able to take any more hits so I rushed over to the guy on his left and jumped over his shoulders, locking his neck with my right hand, and securing my right hand with left. He threw his head back to catch me off guard but I was well prepared for it as I've already bent my head at a forty five degree to the right. He desperately tried to pry my arms but I was not loosening my grip. His face started to turn an ugly shade of purple as he now clawed at my fingers weakly. Within ten seconds, he was out cold. I jumped down immediately and stepped away from him as he fell face first on floor.
Oliver and the last guy standing were staring at me as if they've seen a ghost. Their eyes were so wide as if they could pop out any second now. Why are they staring at me so weirdly? Is there something on my face? I cleaned my face with both hands but didn't find anything. The fourth now looked murderous. He was fuming. I could see smoke coming out of his nostrils. Literally. Due to cold. Obviously.
I ran forward, jumped and pushed kick him directly at his groin. He fell back and clutched his balls like he was in deep pain. But that was expected, so okay. I went forward and threw constant jabs at his face with both my hands turn by turn. Right at his head. Left at jaw. He feebly attempted to cover his face, but I took his arms and pressed them under my knees and again threw a right jab at his jaw this time. Left at his right eye. And dong. He. Passed. Out. I stood up and saw that his right eye was turning purple. Like brinjal shade of purple. I hate that vegetable but love the colour.
I was feeling so hyped up at this moment. Looking at four bodies on the ground gave me a weird type of satisfaction. My heart felt like it was swelling up with pride. I don't know why I'm feeling proud of this moment, but I just do.
I turned around to see Oliver leaning against a car and he looked a lot in pain. I quickly went up to him, "How are you?"
He looked up at me and tried to send me a smile but his attempt was terrible. "I'm fine." His voice was clearly shaking and he was in a lot of pain but damn his male ego to say that he's fine. What ego does he have anyway? I saved him. Not the other way around. Stupide trou du cul.
I punched his arm lightly and he hissed. "Liar." I rolled my eyes at him. I took out my phone and called my dad. I first told him the address and he quickly went up to his car. While he was driving, I told him all that happened and he said to call the police. I cut the phone and called the police. Dad and police arrived at almost the same time. Dad came rushing forward and hugged me. After a minute of squeezing all breath out my lungs, he stepped back and hold me still by my sholders and checked for any injuries. He took my fingers in his hands and frowned at my bloody knuckles. "Does it hurt?" He asked with so much care in his voice.
I shrugged and said, "Come on dad. It's not the first time. Chill, it'll heal soon" I flashed his my million dollar smile and he couldn't help but relax and gave me a small smile in return.
The police came forward to me to ask some questions. He asked for my name, school, age and how all turned out. He then asked from where I learned how to fight. I pointed at my father and said, "My dad is making me go to self-defense classes since long. And I'm a black belt now." He looked at my dad and jotted all down in his notebook. He gave me a reassuring smile and told my dad that me and Ollie are free to go now but they may call us, if needed.
Oliver walked towards us, more like limped. My dad put a hand on his left shoulder and inquired, "Are you okay kid?" Oliver nodded and my dad the said, "Come, we'll drop you off." Oliver started shaking his head and pointed towards his car but was too tired to speak anything. Dad sighed, "I'll get someone to drop your car off at your place. Come now, you're in no condition to drive." Oliver didn't say anything and we walked to where dad's car was parked.
We first dropped Oliver at his home and we bade farewell with a hug then dad started driving to home. We reached in a minute. I was so tired that I wanted nothing more than to just sleep but father told me to sit in living room as he had some questions. I sat on the couch and he sat opposite me. His face right now was blank. He broke the silence first, "Did you knock all four of them out or Oliver helped you?"
I didn't find anything wrong with the question so I answered honestly, "All by myself." He nodded, contemplating something.
"How did you fell while fighting them?" Now, this question shocked me.
But I didn't dare lie to him, I never could. "First, I was scared and hesitant, but when I knocked the first one out, there was this excitement growing, like I wanted to beat them till end. There...there was this craving for more. I'm not really violent, but at that moment I...I felt powerful and satisfied." He again nodded and told me get a good rest and that we'll talk again in morning.
I went up to my room. Took a shower, wrapped my knuckles, brushed my teeth and jumped in the cozy confinements of my bed and blanket. As soon as I closed my eyes, darkness consumed me.