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Parras, the protector

I can barely breathe… my ribs are crunching with each breath I try to take. I can feel the crackles with my hand as my arm is wrapped around my torso to try and keep me from screaming in pain. My eye is throbbing…. My nose is dribbling blood down my chin. I need help… there has to be some building with people in it somewhere… my thigh is aching from where I had been kicked. My sex is aching too. I know I’m gonna piss blood in the morning.

I come across a bar. My vision is blurry with tears, but I can see three letters.

Three letters glow in the late evening darkness- VFW. The fence is open so I hobble through to the front door, pull it open, and shuffle inside. There is a group of men sitting at the bar taking shots and laughing.

The bartender inside is older, his white hair sticking out from under a beanie. He sees me and his eyes go wide.

“Holy shit” he mutters, the men at the bar turning around to look at me.

“Woah, girl, you get back from a tour in hell?” A man in a plaid shirt asks with a smirk.

I stumble as I struggle to stand, a pair of hands grabbing my upper arms from behind. I scream and cover my mouth, my head spinning with adrenaline.

The bartender comes out from behind the bar and brings a steps closer to me.

“Thomas, knock it off. Lou, keep your hands off her- she’s been hurt. I’m gonna clean her up- keep your hands off the good shit” He scolds the two men. He guides me toward a back room in the bar. He doesn’t touch me, but his presence is warm behind me.

The room is dark until he turns on a light.

“Shit… what happened to you, sweetheart…?” He whispers.

“I told a man n-no…” I whimper.

“What’s your name, baby?” He asks, guiding me toward a stool so I can sit.

“Theodora… but everyone calls me Teddybear…” I say, blood dripping off my chin from my nose into my lap. I carefully sit on the stool.

“Teddybear?” He asks. I nod as his blue eyes look me over. He grabs a few paper towels and wets them in the sink. He move so gently that when he comes closer and holds my chin in his hand, I don’t flinch. He wipes my face clean of the dried blood, snot, and tears.

“I’m Fred Parras,” he says softly.

“Hi, Fred…” I say softly.

“Hi, Teddybear,” he smiles.

I try to take a deep breath, but I flinch and groan, my hand quickly flying up to my ribs. Fred comes closer and I am shaking in pain.

Fred reaches to touch me and I watch his every move. He puts my hand on his shoulder and tenderly lifts my shirt to look at my ribs.

A large purple and black bruise spilled down my side and Fred hisses as he looks at it.

“Teddy…. Let me… let me get you some ice” he says, walking out of the little room where we are.

I see a bathroom across the hall and shuffle over to it and weakly shut the door. I work my jeans down and slowly sit on the toilet which thankfully had the seat down. I take a few deep breaths and slowly urinate, the burning making my eyes water and my ears ring.

“Teddy? Teddy, you still here?” I hear Fred call through the door.

“In here… gimme a minute… I’ll be right out…” I whimper.

I try to get up off the toilet, but my thigh has made the executive decision that functioning was not on the menu for tonight…

“Shit…” I whisper. I try again and I am still stuck…

“Teddy? You okay?” Fred asks.

“Uhh… n-not really… I-I’m stuck…” I admit, my cheeks bright pink.

“Stuck? What do you mean stuck?” He asks. “You fall in?” He chuckles lightly.

“No… my leg… my leg has stopped working… I… I need help getting off the toilet…” I say, my cheeks getting pinker.

“Do I need to come in there and help you?” He asks, not hesitating for even a moment to offer to help me.

“D-do… are you sure??” I ask, slightly surprised.

“Of course, I’m sure” he says.

I quickly wipe myself and prepare for him to enter. “Okay…” I say softly.

Fred enters and looks at me, my pants around the middle of my thighs. The large black and blue bruise standing out on my pale skin like a drop of ink on paper.

He steps into the bathroom, his heavy boots taking remarkably soft steps on the floor. He steps in front of me and I am forehead to belly button with this stranger who is looking down at me like I am his little girl.

He claps softly and holds out his hands which I take. He pulls me up off the toilet with soft pants as I try not to scream in pain.

The urine in the toilet bowl is very pink and I know he saw it… he sighs and holds me steady as I pull my pants and underwear up.

“Thank you…” I say weakly as he flushed the toilet.

“No problem,” he nods.

I wash my hands and we go back to the little closet. He hands me the bag of ice and I hold it to my side, the cold making my eyes water.

“You gonna go to the hospital?” He asks.

“Nope.” I reply, my nosebleed starting again. “Shit… I’m sorry…”

Fred gently holds a paper towel to my nose and sighs softly.

“You should get the morning-after pill. I’ll drive you to the pharmacy,” he says, leading me to the bar.

“Closing time, boys. Get your asses up and outta here,” he says, the men protesting and trying to argue.

“Hey, hey, hey! I’ll be open tomorrow! Get out. I have business to take care of” he scolds, the men listening to him and leaving. I receive a few dirty looks before Fred takes me out back to his beat up old truck.

My adrenaline wearing off and the pure exhaustion weighing me down like a lead blanket. The rumble of the truck was like being a baby in a car seat on top of a dryer. I am fighting falling asleep, tooth and nail. We come to a red light and I lean back in the bench seat of the truck and close my eye that isn’t swollen shut, thinking that it will be just for a second. Just for a second….

I am asleep by the time my eyelashes lay on my cheek. I feel a light pressure lay on my chest I open my eyes for a second and see a jacket across my front. The red light from the sign on the CVS pours through the windshield of the truck. I close my eye again and then I feel something pulling me out of the truck. I wake up and I am face to face with Fred.

I rub my eye and groan as he helps me out of his truck.

“We’re gonna get you inside, you’ll take your medicine, and you’ll go to bed, okay?” He says, unlocking his front door. He helps me inside and I slowly sit on the couch. I watch him grab a small bottle of grape juice from the fridge and rip open the pink box containing the morning-after pill. He opens the little blister pack and drops the little pink pearl into my palm. He hands me the juice and I take the pill, the juice soothing the dry ache in my throat.

“Thank you…” I say, my voice gravely.

“Now, you go take a shower. I’ll get you something to wear, and you’ll go to sleep.” He says, helping me off the couch and leading me to the bathroom.

I nod and start getting undressed as he closes the bathroom door. I lay my clothes on the counter, not wanting to look at myself in the mirror. I slowly step into the shower tub and turn on the water. The warm water runs over me and I stand there for a few minutes. I wash myself gently, the soapy water running pink. I wash my hair and try to detangle it with my fingers. I stop the water and grab a towel off the hook on the wall.

I pay myself dry and flinch as the towel grazes my injured flesh.

There is a knock at the bathroom door and the door open a crack before Fred sets a t-shirt and a pair of black boxer briefs on the counter before closing the door again. I take the clothes and put them on before I borrow his comb and gently comb out my hair.

I step out of the bathroom and Fred is in his bedroom getting undressed for the night. He’s built. He’s got his shirt off and he looks fantastic. He takes off his belt and unbuttons his pants, the clinking of his belt making me shiver. He pulls his pants down and he’s wearing light gray boxer briefs and he has a round butt and strong legs. He pulls on a pair of pajama pants and turns to see me looking at him.

“Feel better?” He asks.

I nod and run my hand through my wet hair.

“Good. You take the bed. I’ll crash in my e-z-chair” he says, grabbing a blanket off the bed.

“No! No, please….” I whimper. “I… I’d really rather not sleep alone… please?”

Fred pauses for a moment. He nods and goes to the far side of the bed and lays down. I follow, getting under the covers on the side closer to me. I take a breath and the room falls into darkness as Fred turns off the lamp on the side of the bedside table.

I settle in under the covers and feel Fred turn over in the bed to get comfortable. Sleep comes over me. I begin to dream…

He’s on top of me again. I’m stuck. I am struggling to get loose as he slaps me between my legs. I bite him and he punches me in the face three times before he knees me in the ribs. I spit in his face and he starts kicking me. He pulls out a gun and I scream.

It turns out I screamed in reality too. I bolt up in bed and a loud shriek erupts from me. Shaky sobs wrack my body as I sweat and tremble.

Fred jumped when I screamed and he lets me calm down on my own, not touching me; he probably avoids it to prevent me from getting more scared or accidentally getting whacked when I jump.

I look at him and I see that he is Fred, not Wyatt. He’s not Wyatt… I lay down and hide under the covers, still sobbing and shaking.

Fred figures it’s safe to touch me and his hand traces circles over my back. I turn over and snuggle into his chest. He is warm and he smells so nice… his hand rests on the back of my head and sleep find me again after a little bit.

Sunshine wakes me up in the morning. Fred is still holding me, his hand up the back of my shirt with his palm flat in the middle of my back. I kiss his chest a few times and close my eyes again, thankful for the warmth and safety.

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