Neighbors Chapter 20

(Marcy's POV some of this chapter. Violence and blood warning. Its a little long, but its the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who read and loved my fic! I worked very hard on it. The support kept me going. I love you all for reading! Oh, I plan on writing an epilogue, too.)

All I could see was red. It clouded my judgement. I gripped the steering wheel so hard that I feared it might snap into pieces. My heart was beating a million miles and hour and I was struggling not to break any traffic laws. I think I did, though. Not that I cared.

Ash was going to pay tonight. Bonnie was a perfectly healthy girl when we first met. But then something happened. She changed. It was him. That worthless low life piece of shit. He fucked her up. Its all his fault. I felt so stupid for thinking he was just a douche with his rude attitude and disrespect for women being his worst qualities. But no, he's scum, and I'm stupid for not seeing it.

When I discovered that i was finally down town after what felt like an eternity, I slowed down. I knew his old hang outs. He was a part time dealer. He waited in shady spots as he tried to find a buyer. I knew his favorite spot. I parked my car, then jumped out and slammed the door loud enough for the whole street to hear. I got a few surprised and dirty looks from pedestrians. Seeing my fierce scowl, they quickly turned away and continued what ever the hell they were doing before.

I balled my hands into tight fists and I stomped across the street and around a corner into an alley. I made a crooked grin when I saw him standing at the end of the alley against the wall with a couple friends.

"Hey, fuck boy," I called.

Ash and his friends all looked up at me. Ash mumbled something and his friends walked passed me silently, leaving he and I alone. Good. I didn't need to be bothered with unwanted by standers.

"Hello, Vampire Queen," Ash said in his overly confident voice. "What's up? Need something?"

I wanted to charge into him and bang his head against the wall right then and there. But no, I needed to hold off a little longer. I had some things to say.

"You know my girl friend, right? Bonnibel. Pink and blonde hair, girly, about this tall," I said, holding my hand up to my chest.

"Yeah, I know Princess," he said, crossing his arms. "She's cute. Didn't think she was your type."

He was acting innocent, like I didn't know. I smirked at his black eye. Bonnie really did kick his ass. His fore head was cut, too. She was a lot more capable than I thought.

"What happened to your eye?" I asked.

Ash looked away from me.

"I tripped," he lied.

"Really," I scoffed. "That's not exactly what I heard."

Watching his face as he comprehended what I said was hilarious. It was like a bolt of lightening had struck him. He just stood there with wide eyes, frozen. His face went pale and I was sure he might pass out. I cracked my knuckled and grinned.

"I know everything, dude," I said, pulling my fist back.

I ran towards him as fast as I could. The first punch was right in his nose. The second hit his jaw, then I punched him in the gut. Forced to his knees and out of breath he sunk to the ground gasping. Watching him huddled in pain was satisfying, but I wasn't done. This was nothing compared to what he did to Bonnie.

I laughed to myself when I saw him spit out a tooth. When he finally caught his breath, I jerked him up by his shirt and rammed my knee into his stomach. I punched his face a few more times. I stopped when my knuckles were wet with his blood and threw him down onto the concrete.

The fucker groaned in pain and held onto his stomach. I watched him with pleasure. I was still angry, but I think he probably learned his lesson.

"Bitch," he choked out.

Maybe not. So I kicked him in the ribs, smiling as he grunted and gasped. I thought maybe I should continue, but if I did, I might kill him. I didn't need to spend the rest of my life in jail, though, so I didn't. I reveled in the sight of him huddled on the ground for a moment longer before finally deciding I should leave. When I turned my head, I felt a tug on my pant leg.

Had he seriously not had enough? I rolled my eyes, ready to turn around and kick him again. But before I could, he jerked me down somehow. I fell on the concrete hard enough to scrape both of my elbows. I gritted my teeth, ready to jump up and beat the shit out of this low life. but before I could move, he was on top of me.

"Dude, what the hell," I yelled, looking up at his disgusting, bloody face.

I was about to spit in his face, but a hand covered my neck, surprising me. The hand squeezed, and I couldn't breathe. A wave of fear crashed over me as his other hand pulled out a pocket knife. I struggled, but my rapid heart beat and lack of air had worn me down. I tried to pull his hand off my neck, but I suddenly wasn't strong enough.

There was a warm feeling in my stomach. Ash stood off of me and I watched him walk away slowly. He didn't look back at me. I touched a hand to my stomach. It felt wet and sticky. Black spots appeared in my vision. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they were so heavy. How did it turn out like this?

Then there was nothing.

"There's her car!" I yelled to Pepe.

My friend slammed the brakes of my car and parked behind my girl friend's.

"Where did she go?" I asked, thoroughly searching the area.

"There," Pepe said, pointing at a man hobbling away from an alley.

My friend and I jumped out of the car and ran towards his direction. It was Ash, all right. He was clutching his abdomen in pain. I saw him spit out what looked like a tooth and smiled. Had Marceline actually beat him up? If he was in this shape, then she must be okay. She must have won, thankfully.

Pepe and I stayed our distance until he was out of site. When he was, we ran towards the alley. It was dimly lit, so I had to pull out my phone for a light source. I looked around. I couldn't see her. But just to be sure, I held onto my friend and walked further down the alley. It seemed empty, but this part of town didn't exactly look safe.

I was about to give up, but then I saw a figure laying on the ground. That couldn't be her, though, right? He was so badly beaten up. There was no way he could have hurt her. That couldn't be Marceline. He must have gotten into a fight with someone else.

I didn't realize, but I was running towards this person. They were bleeding. A lot. When I was close enough, I fell to my knees and when I saw her face, it felt like someone had taken a knife and carved my heart right out of my chest.

"Bonnie," Pepe whispered.

"No," I cried, throwing myself on top of Marceline. My whole body shook and tears fell like a waterfall. My shirt absorbed her blood, making me cry even louder.

"Pepe," I said.

"On it," he replied quickly.

What had Ash done? First he takes away everything good in my life accept Marceline. Now he wants to take her away, too? The only thing that holds my broken pieces together and makes me smile, bleeding out on the street. There was so much blood. Too much. How was she gonna make it? She was bleeding so much. I was so scared.

I didn't hear the sirens when the ambulance pulled up. Everything moved so quickly. The paramedics scooped Marceline into a stretcher and loaded her into the vehicle. When it drove away Pepe and I ran to my car and followed it to the hospital.

Pepe and I waited in the emergency room all night. He fell asleep, but I was too anxious. I was relieved when a nurse came and told me that Marceline was stable and was going to be fine. She had lost a lot of blood, but it was nothing a transfusion couldn't fix. The knife has missed all vital organs, luckily. She would need stitches but was overall okay.

When morning came Marceline was put in a room that allowed visitors. I let Pepe know that everything would be fine and that he could leave if he wanted. After he was gone I waited by Marceline's bed as she slept off the anesthetics.

She looked so peaceful laying there, breathing so calm. I admired how beautiful her calm face looked. How did I luck out and get such a beautiful girl to be my girl friend?

As I laid my head down on the edge of her bed and allowed my eyes to rest, I heard foot steps coming towards the door. I ignored it, assuming it was a nurse or doctor. But when I heard a male voice clear his throat, I looked up to meet his stern gaze. The man was tall with a husky build. He wore a black suit with a red tie. His skin was very pale and his hair was black with a crew cut. His stance was aggressive and it made me nervous, but I stood to meet him.

"You look familiar," he said in a low voice. "Who was your mother?"

"I'm not sure, sir, I was adopted," I said nervously. Why had I called him 'sir?'

"Never mind," he said, brushing the thought off with a wave of his hand. "Hunson Abadeer," he said as he offered a hand. "How's my little girl?"

"Stable," I said, shaking his hand. "She's just resting, now."

Wait, this man must be Marceline's father.

"You a friend?" He demanded, startling me.

"Bonnibel Baker," I introduced myself as if speaking to an intimidating authority figure. "Yes, we're very close."

"Daddy," Marceline groaned.

The both of us dropped our conversation immediately and gave all our attention to the injured girl lying in the bed.

"Stop intimidating my girl friend," she whined weakly, but playfully.

As I recalled Marceline's father wasn't exactly happy with her sexuality. I wondered if he would react badly to her saying that to him, or if they had gotten through their differences and came to an understanding.

"All right," Hunson chuckled. "I'm just doing the Dad thing. I want to make sure my daughter is being treated well."

"Daddy," Marceline groaned again.

The pale skinned man chuckled once more and sat at the foot of his daughter's bed.

"What got you into this mess anyways?"

Marceline sighed and covered her eyes. I offered her some water, but she turned it down, complaining it hurt to sit up.

"You remember Ash?" Marceline asked.

Hunson nodded with a scowl.

"You were right about him. He's absolute trash. He raped Bonnie."

I felt uncomfortable hearing it, but I ignored the goose bumps and urge to vomit for Marceline's sake.

"So you tried to kick his ass?" Hunson accurately guessed.

"Yep. I did, but then he pulled out a knife and stabbed me," she finished her story with a frown.

"I'll have him put in prison for eternity," Hunson growled.

"Its okay," Marceline interjected. "He's got a broken nose, bruised ribs, and he's missing a few teeth. I think that's punishment enough."

"Bonnibel, what about you?" He asked me.

I jumped at the question. What was he asking? If I wanted to press charges? I wondered, would it work? It would be the right thing to do, I suppose. But would it do any good? I frowned, thinking it was worth a shot, and nodded a reply.

"I think I will. Who is to say he won't try to do it to some other innocent girl if he's free to roam the streets?"

"I'll come with you to the police station later, then," Hunson said with a triumphant smile.

We sat in silence for a while after that. Eventually, Marceline and her father began to talk and caught each other up on recent events. I decided to leave them alone and drove to the closest restaurant to buy my girl friend and I something to eat. When I came back, Hunson was gone, and Marceline was laying peacefully in silence on her bed.

"Hey, Marcy," I said, shyly walking in.

"Hey, Bon," Marceline said back, but without the smile I had hoped for.

I wondered, was she going to be upset with me for not telling her? I began to feel myself get more and more nervous. I sat the bag down on the bedside table and sighed, waiting for her to say something.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She finally asked.

I thought she would be angry, but her face was completely neutral. She wasn't looking at me though. She only stared blankly at the ceiling, making me worry and giving me butterflies in my stomach.

"I'm sorry," is what I felt should be the first thing I say. "It was hard to tell anyone, honestly. I didn't even tell Pepe until very recently. Doing anything that reminded me of it would just trigger me and I didn't want you to worry, or do this," I said, motioning to her stomach. "I was so scared of him doing that."

"What made you think he might pull a knife on me?" she asked, still not looking at me.

She was angry, I just knew it.

"He tried to do that to me the time he umm... R... Raped me, and when he tried yesterday," I explained. The actual word was so hard to say, but I needed to say it. I was over this. I was at least going to be okay with myself.

"That stupid little shit," Marceline cursed.

"I disarmed him both times," I added.

"Oh. Damn, Bonnie. You need to teach me some things, then," she laughed lightly. She regretted it immediately, though. The movements of her abdomen irritated her wound.

"You should rest, Marcy," I told her when she flinched in pain.

When the discomfort subsided, Marcline spoke again.

"I'm not mad at you," she said.

It felt like someone had finally lifted the seven ton elephant off my chest.

"I wish you would be more open with me, though. I'm your girl friend. Girl friends don't keep secrets from each other," she added, now looking at my relieved face. She gave me a weak grin.

"I'm going to from now on, I promise," I said.

Marceline reached out a hand and I laced our fingers together. With a light tug I leaned down with it until our lips met in a soft kiss. After a moment we broke apart, smiling at each other.

"Love you, Bon," Marceline whispered.

I was startled at first, and my face was red, but I felt the same way. Putting on an endearing smile, I replied with, "I love you, too, Marcy."