Average Lives and Average Lies
Part Nineteen
Of course I had a perfectly good self-defense strategy when I shouldn’t have used it.
“Dammit, Arianne! I come back to help you and you attack me?!” a familiar voice whispered frantically.
“Alex?! Oh no! Alex, I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” I couldn’t believe he was actually here, and he said he was trying to help me. “But why did you push me down?”
“Hide!” he said. He wanted me to hide? But why? How could he suddenly know the truth, most of all what was going on right now?
I found out the hard way, as my head was smashed onto the cement of the dark, empty parking lot. Behind the gym. With no one else there. Except for…
“Why’d you take off on me, baby?” The murderer was right next to me. He had cracked my head open. I felt lightheaded as I felt blood trickling down my face. Before I could think of anything else, before I could get up, he stepped on my arm. My left arm.
“Aaaaaaaaaahh!” It was re-broken. Worse than before. I couldn’t move my arm at all, and it was bent at a part that wasn’t supposed to bend.
Then, before I could do anything else, or start to think straight, he reached for my face, and forced some kind of drugs down my throat. I spit them out, but not before they started dissolving. Yuck. That smart-alec (no pun intended) made sure that I couldn’t spit out the drugs one way or another. I prayed that Alex ran away. I kicked my shoes off, slung my purse over my shoulder and used it as a sling, grabbed the pepper spray with my good hand, stood up, and sprayed pepper spray in Alec’s face. Or so I thought. The can was empty!
So I pulled back my right arm back and then propelled it forward with as much force as possible. Smack. I grinned, despite the circumstances. I had broken Alec’s nose. It made his face look much better, I might add.
He started to charge at me again, and then he was on the ground. I spun around and saw Alex puling his foot back. Classic tripping scheme. I grinned again. Then I remembered.
“Alex, I’m so sorry! You should run away before he gets back up again. I can’t let him hurt you. Please go.”
“Arianne,” he said, looking at me, “the only way he can hurt me is if he hurts you. He’ll kill you, Arianne. You know that.”
“I know,” tears were running down my face as I remembered that if he killed me, it was a double homicide. That would not happen. “he can’t hurt me, though. Not without hurting half of himself.”
I turned around to stare at Alec, the father of my baby. He was half on his feet, but frozen as he heard and understood what I had said. Then his face hardened; he pulled himself up and took a gun out of his pocket, pointing it at me.
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