Serve Me

“You got company?” he thundered at me and then banged the door shut. I shrieked and tried to run past him to my cellphone on the kitchen counter, but Blaine grabbed my hair, jerking me tightly back to himself. He had knocked in a civilized way this time, I couldn’t have known it was him!

“What do you want from me?” I screamed as he held me in position, snarling at my face.

“I want my money back and I want to know who the hell you’ve got all dressed up for!” he growled, baring his teeth at me like a rabid dog. Tonight he wasn’t drunk, so alcohol wasn’t his excuse.

“I told you I don’t have your money. Just please leave me alone,” I said, speaking through tears now and Blaine held up his hand, poised for a slap across my face.

“You lying bitch. I know you’ve taken it and now you’re cheating on me!” he said and I shrieked, cowering under him, expecting his slap to land any moment on my face.

“Let her go before you regret it,” I heard Commando’s voice and saw Blaine look up towards the door.

“Kelley!” I shrieked, trying to wriggle out of Blaine’s grip, but he only tightened his fist in my hair, jerking me back towards him.

“Who the fuck are you?” Blaine hissed at Commando, as he took a few steps towards us.

“Let her go and I’ll tell you,” Commando’s voice was surprisingly calm, compared to the rage I had seen in his eyes before. I could sense Blaine’s muscles stiffening. He might have thought he was a big man when he hit me, but in reality he was a coward. And it was obvious who the stronger man in the room was.

“Is this the guy you’re cheating on me with?” spittle flew from his mouth when he turned to me again.

Commando was walking closer to us, and Blaine started backing away, his hands in my hair still. I couldn’t stop crying, being pulled back by my hair and when my eyes locked with Commando, I saw the silent fury in his eyes.

“Do you want to die tonight?” he said, in a deep threatening voice. He had backed Blaine into a corner, who was using me as a shield now.

“Back off man. This is between me and my girl,” Blaine said and I saw a devilish smile erupt on Commando’s face.

He lunged at Blaine, his hands wrapping around his neck as he pinned him to the wall. He was choking, and his grip on my hair weakened and he had no choice but to let me go. I slipped out from under Commando’s arm, my hands clapped to my mouth. Blaine’s face was beginning to bloat, turning purple in color. I could see the pumped veins on Commando’s arms while he continued to choke Blaine.

“Commando, don’t kill him!” I shrieked and he threw me a look. Then he released the pressure on Blaine’s neck, but just as Blaine started panting for breath, he punched him in the gut.

Blaine keeled over, bending as he held on to his stomach with pain. Commando tipped his face backwards with one hand, just so he could punch him in the face again. I heard the crack of Blaine’s jaw as he toppled to the floor. There was blood pouring down his nose and I stepped back in horror.

“You hurt her, you motherfucker!” Commando kicked him in the stomach again, and Blaine rolled over on the floor, still clutching his belly, the blood still dripping from his face.

“You’re going to kill him, Commando, no!” I screamed, terrified that he wouldn’t know how to stop.

“He deserves to fucking die!” he growled, kicking him in the jaw again. I could hear Blaine moaning and groaning, rolling away, flinching every time Commando moved.

“Get up asshole. Get up! See how this feels?” Commando had grabbed Blaine’s hair now and was holding his head up, the same way he’d been holding mine.

“Open your eyes and look at her!” Commando screamed in Blaine’s ears and he had no choice but to look at me. I could see his left eye was severely bruised and swollen shut. I couldn’t bear to look at him, I couldn’t even look at Commando. I was beginning to feel sick.

“If you ever come near her again, nothing will stop me from killing you. Do you fucking understand?” Commando hissed in Blaine’s ear and he nodded his head wildly in agreement.

Then he let him go and Blaine fell to the floor, on his hands and knees, crawling pathetically towards the corner of the room. I stared at him, tears still streaming down my cheeks. There was an aching throb at the back of my head now, where he had been pulling my hair tightly.

“It’s me,” I heard Commando’s voice. I looked over to see him speaking into his phone. His shoulders were heaving, his nostrils were flared with rage, and he was glaring down at Blaine disgustedly.

“I have a situation here. Get Ava’s address from Big D and come over with the others. There’s an asshole we need to take care of,” Commando said and then looked up at me. I couldn’t control my crying still, and he strode towards me, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me to himself.

I sobbed on his chest, burying my face into him and when I felt the strength of his arms around me, I knew that I was going to be safe.

“And call Jewel. This place needs to be cleaned up,” Commando said, and then clicked his phone shut.

He was stroking my hair, planting wet kisses on my forehead. It seemed like he couldn’t handle seeing me crying.

“Come with me, princess,” he whispered in my ear and when I looked at him again, I nodded in agreement. I’d go anywhere with him. He didn’t need to ask me twice.

“This guy is never coming near you again. You hear me? You’re safe now,” he said, whispering gently in my ear. I clung on to him, as though for dear life and my gaze landed on Blaine on the floor, nursing his wounds with grunts and groans.