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Chapter 3 of the book Pushed Too Far
Jeremy and Jessica fight to stay alive
"Fight to Survive"
"Help me, please, somebody help me," Jessica mutters weakly. Heavy darkness envelopes the sparsely furnished room vanquishing all hope of survival. Her battered body lies helplessly on the antique bed. Her hands and feet are secured to its metal frame. She's tried for what seems like an eternity to free herself from her restraints. This strenuous activity leaves her completely drained.
"This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't wanted to be with Paul. What did I see in that monster? Oh, what did I see?" She sobs into the cold, empty room.
She suddenly recalls his violent fit of rage. His behavior was so savaged, deranged. Like a beast had erupted from this kind, gentle, man. They were actions she'd never witnessed before and hoped to never see again. When Paul's last bit of anger was spent, he stormed away, leaving her on the brink of death.
"Oh, why did I go to that party? Why did I go?" Jessica's mind drifts back to how it all began.
She's awkwardly watching everyone have a good time at their pre-graduation ceremony. Being the nerd of the bunch, she never fit in and wouldn't be there now if it wasn't for her best friend. Jessica is about to leave when Paul sits beside her. They have a pleasant conversation between his endless supply of drinks.
Jessica then remembers their wonderful make-out session. How understanding Paul is when she tells him to stop.
She then recalls waking up naked in his bed. He's asleep beside her.
"Paul, Paul, wake up."
"Do you mind, I'm trying to sleep?" He rolls on his side.
She sees his penis and gasps. She's heard he's well endowed but had no idea it was true. She feels a dull aching between her legs. We didn't, did we? "Paul, Paul. Wake up, we need to talk," she repeats as she shakes him.
He slams his hands on the bed. "What is it?"
"Did we do anything last night?"
Paul smiles. "You was an animal, baby, couldn't get enough."
She pulls the covers around her neck as she tries to recall what had taken place. "An animal?"
"A freak of nature. Better than Brenda ever was." He smiles lazily as he rolls onto his back. His manhood at full attention. "Stick around and I'll give it to you again," he says, massaging himself.
She tries to think back to their nightly encounter. I remember feeling dizzy, light-headed when he escorted me to his room, but I can't remember what happens next. He and a few friends convinced her that she enjoyed it despite her memory loss.
"He barely acknowledged me, afterwords. Until I told him I was having his kid. I was so stupid to believe their story, believe that he cared. And now Jeremy is fighting for his life all because of me. I'm sorry, Jeremy. So sorry I dragged you into this. I'm sorry I didn't realize how much you cared." She blubbers weakly as she slowly slips into an oblivious state.
It's a bright, starry night. The full moon glows luminously overhead. Jeff and Tony are taking their victim to a secluded area at the edge of the woods.
Jeremy is lying across the backseat bloody and bruised. His hands are tied tightly behind him. A gag is stuffed in his mouth, secured with a piece of tape. The confinement took a lot of doing, but after rendering him unconscious, the duo was able to succeed.
Pulling over, Jeff climbs out of the car. "Come on, loser, let's go." He grabs a fist full of Jeremy's hair and drags him to the ground.
"Where do you want to do this?" Tony nervously asks. Remembering the time he'll be facing if he has another run-in with the law.
"Right here will be fine."
Jeff sees their victim squirming across the ground. "You're not going anywhere, moron." He stomps on his back. Jeremy collapses against the dirt.
"I... I don't know about this, Jeff. I mean ape-man hasn't really done anything to us."
"No, but he's crossed Paul more than once."
"He should take care of him, then."
"You owe him this, Tony."
"How do you figure?"
"He took care of those punks over in Rogers for you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, but that..." He glances at Jeremy again. "That was different."
"I didn't realize you're such a pussy. Think I'll call you ballless wonder from here on out." Jeff laughs.
Tony sneers. "I'm not either of those things and you know it. It's just that I don't want to go to prison and that's what'll happen if he squeals."
Jeff glares at Jeremy. "I'll make sure this loser doesn't say a word."
"I have my ways." He smirks.
Tony continues to glance around. "Maybe we should move further back so no one can see us from the road."
"It probably wouldn't hurt." You take his top half and I'll take the bottom. The two start to reach for him when a tall dark shadow steps out of the woods.
"Hey, what you youngsters up to over there?" The stranger asks in a deep gritty voice. Jeremy tries to yell for help, but his cries come out as muted shrills. The intruder flashes his light on the ground and then in the abductor's eyes. "Why is he squealing like a pig? And why do you have him tied that way?" The boys glance at each other not sure what they should say or do. "I think you boys have some explaining to do. And I advise you to do it fast." He lifts the rifle to his shoulder as he steps closer. He's all for southern justice if it's deserved. Let the punishment fit the crime, his mama use to say.
"Run, Jeff, run," Tony yells dashing to the car. His cell falls from his pocket.
The stranger takes a shot, breaking the back glass. "The next one will be for one of you," he warns.
The two jump into the vehicle and peel away.
The mountain man shines his flashlight on the young man again. The small portion of his face not caked with dirt is a battered mess. "They sure did a number on you."
"Please help me," he mumbles. Tears form in his swollen eyes.
"I'll cut you loose but if you try anything stupid I'll shoot, got it?" Jeremy nods. "Good, now hold still so I can undo this thing." The man pulls a knife from his pocket.
"No," Jeremy cries as he squirms away.
"You want these restraints off, right?" Jeremy nods. "This is the fastest way to do it." ... "There you go, boy."
Jeremy rips the adhesive from his mouth. His eyes tear up again. "Thanks, mister."
"Barry, my friends call me Barry."
"Nice to meet you."
Barry recognizes the lad's face when he pulls himself off the ground. My kid is a good-looking man.
"I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to save my girl."
"She's not in the same predicament, is she?"
"Worse I'm afraid." Jeremy brushes the dirt from his clothes.
His daddy's voice replays in his head. A man takes care of his own. I know dad, I know. He then recalls what his father did for him, helped him fight his bullies. That's what I'll do for him. "It'll take you hours to get to town on foot. So, why don't we go back to my house, and I'll give you a ride in."
"That sounds great, thanks."
Barry collects the tape and rope from the dirt. "Evidence," he says as scoops up Paul's cell from the road.
The two were mid-way up the steep incline when a vehicle races past them. "Where is he off to in such a rush?" Barry questions as the car whizzes past.
"That's Paul's car," Jeremy exclaims. He takes off in a dead run."
"Where are you headed, boy?"
"I'm going to save my girl."
"Hey kid, wait."
Jeremy turns around. "What?"
"You're going to need this." Barry tosses him his flashlight and gun. "There's only one in the chamber so use it wisely."
"I will, thanks."
"Be safe, son."
Jeremy finds Paul's Mustang parked in front of a run-down log cabin. Its exterior walls have faded with age. Its concrete filler is cracked and chipped. He notices the tin roof is starting to cave in and the majority of the porch is on the ground. Jeremy then discovers a trail of fresh blood leading from the porch to his car. Please don't let me be too late. Oh, please don't let me be too late. He silently prays as he picks up speed.
He hears Jessica yelling for help when he reaches the steps. She's still alive. With every bit of strength Jeremy has left, he leaps across the weather-beaten porch. He lands a few inches from the door. With one quick thrust, Jeremy kicks the barrier open. The rotten wood splits in two. He raises the gun to his shoulder as Paul spins around. "Get away from my girl," Jeremy growls as he cocks the gun.
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