Chapter 129 Self-Protection
I had never been so scared and desperate before.
Feeling like I had no one to turn to was worse than death.
The tall guy's dirty hand grabbed my shirt collar, and his cold fingers touched my neck. My chest tightened, and I felt like I was going to puke.
Right before he ripped my collar, I threw up.
The gross, half-digested food splattered all over his chest and arm.
He was shocked for a second, then shook his hand in disgust, cursing me. Another guy pushed me down and started gagging.
I was glad I ate a lot that night. Even though I felt gross, that dinner helped me escape for a bit.
The tall guy angrily took off his jacket and T-shirt, showing his skinny upper body. He cursed and charged at me like a madman, saying, "Just wait till I deal with you."
He spoke through gritted teeth, eyes full of rage.
"Help!" I finally managed to shout.
I prayed someone would hear me and help me escape.
But either my voice was too weak or the place too remote, no one came.
My throat was raw from shouting, but no one showed up.
"Shut up." One guy pressed down on me, covering my mouth with his dirty hand.
They quickly overpowered me, leaving me helpless.
I was painfully clear-headed.
I hated this clarity.
I had to watch, fully aware, as my body, which I had kept pure for twenty-two years, was about to be defiled. I didn't want this!
"Brad, save me." I couldn't finish as someone covered my mouth harshly.
Tears streamed down my face.
I couldn't do anything but cry.
'Sorry, Brad. I won't be able to give you an answer. Don't wait for me,' I thought desperately.
Thinking of biting my tongue to end it all seemed like my last hope.
I bit down hard on my tongue, feeling intense pain.
This was my final act of resistance.
They were here to vent Zoe's anger; they didn't want to kill me, right? If they were scared, I still had a chance.
I would use my blood to save myself.
The salty, metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and something hot and sticky dripped from my lips onto my neck.
I closed my eyes in despair, my consciousness fading.
They started to panic, debating whether to continue. They were scared too.
Suddenly, I heard a roar, followed by the sound of fists hitting flesh.
Someone was wailing, someone was begging for mercy, and someone was angrily shouting, saying they'd kill those two and make them suffer.
My consciousness returned. I opened my eyes despite the pain in my mouth and saw Brad, tall and strong, fighting the two men.
His punches were heavy, his eyes blazing with fury. He fought fearlessly, each punch landing with full force, showing no mercy.
Suddenly, another person showed up—tall, thin, and super quick. It was Daniel.
He rushed to my side, helped me up, and wiped the blood from my lips with shaky hands, his eyes full of pain.
He kept saying sorry, took off his shirt, rolled it up, and placed it under my neck, then jumped into the fight.
With Brad's relentless attacks, the two guys were already backing off, looking for a way out.
Daniel joining in made it impossible for them to escape; they just took the beating.
I managed to sit up and check myself. Luckily, my clothes were intact, and aside from my tongue injury, I was okay.
Brad, for the second time, showed up when I needed him most, keeping me safe.
Once the two guys were down for good, Brad gave them another hard kick before running to me.
As soon as Brad held me, I broke down, crying out of fear and relief.
Brad gently patted my back, comforting me until my tears soaked his shoulder.
"It's okay now, don't be afraid. Why are you bleeding so much? Sweetie, open your mouth. That's a big wound, still bleeding. We need to get you to the hospital," Brad said.
He picked me up. Daniel wanted to stop him, but Brad's sharp, cold look made him back off.
They stood there, one wanting to stop, the other determined to leave. It was a silent standoff.
Everyone knew what was right and wrong and who was behind it. No need to spell it out.
This whole mess was tied to Daniel.
If he hadn't kept messing around, making Zoe misunderstand, and if he had just cleared things up, I wouldn't have gone through this.
This was way worse than the last time.
A beating would just hurt physically, but being violated would leave a lifelong scar, ruining my dignity.
Zoe wanted to destroy my life.
Her cruelty was beyond belief. She looked gentle but was vicious. She wouldn't stop until I was gone. But what did I do to make her hate me so much?
I didn't care why Daniel came; he indirectly caused this disaster. I wanted to stay far away from him.
In the end, Daniel backed down. He stepped aside, letting Brad and me pass.
Brad held me tight, pressing my cheek against his chest, like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.
Even in his arms, I could feel his body trembling slightly.
That was worry, heartache, regret, and deep fear.
He placed me in the passenger seat, and we sped off.
The whole way, Brad kept talking to me. My tongue hurt like hell. He said, "Jane, you don't have to answer. Just blink if you hear me."
He wanted me to stay awake, afraid I'd fall asleep and not wake up.
Warmth spread through my chest, warming my whole body and my heart, which had just decided to give up.
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