War of the Sexes

Chapter 8

"What the hell, man?" John said, standing up. I panicked, immediately pulling away from Clayton. I ignored the pain in my anger as much as I could as I tried to escape for the basement. Even though that was my torture chamber, I felt safest in there at the moment.

Clayton pulled me back against him, not letting me move. I was breathing heavy now, my heart pounding at top speed.

John approached me slowly, his eyes sending daggers through me. Clayton's arm tightened around me, constricting my breathing.

"What are you touching this thing for?" John growled, getting in Clayton's face. I was unfortunately squished in the middle, barely getting any oxygen

now.

"I can touch her for whatever reason I want" Clayton growled back, just as menacingly

"It's a fucking GIRL, Clayton, have you lost your MIND?" John shouted

"I'm not crazy! She's injured dude I have to at least try and help her!"

"I always knew you were weak, man, I don't know why I stuck with you"

"Weak? I'm weak for trying to help out a girl in need?"

"It's a GIRL. That's the key word, you fucking moron"

I was feeling light headed now. I started to claw at Clayton's arm. Oh gosh I couldn't breathe now. My heart was pounded fast. Their words flowed

together. ...

"Oh shit!" Clayton yelled, releasing his arm.

John glared at him "ARE YOU CRAZY MAN? It's a girl! I hope you killed her!"

"Agh!" I screamed as I roughly hit the floor. I hadn't released that Clayton had been holding me up until he dropped me to punch John. A sickening

crack echoed through the room, sending shivers up my back.

John grabbed the remote, banging it on Clayton's head. Clayton pushed John to the floor, managing to knock over the side table. Random things fell

over them while they continued to pound each other, oblivious to their surroundings.

I quickly pulled myself away from the ruction they were making. John grabbed the side table, banging it on Clayton's head.

I let out a squeal as Clayton fell over, eyes closed.

John stood up, leaving Clayton's-hopefully-unconscious body on the ground. John turned to face me, eyes full of fury. I could practically see fire

inside of them. He stormed over to me, seething.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He growled

I started to shake of fear. Oh god.

John reached down, grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulling me up. He slammed me against the wall so I was level with his eyes. My feet were a

couple inches off the ground, body shaking. John's face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my face.

"I asked you a question dumb bitch" He growled, slamming me against the wall again. I cried out in pain as my head hit the wall.

"ANSWER ME" John shouted in my face

"I don't know!" I whispered, my voice shaking through the fear.

"What are you doing in his clothes!?" John shouted at me.

"I don't know!" I repeated, in a smaller voice. John threw me onto the ground. I cried out, my whole body feeling the pain. He grabbed me by the back

collar and dragged me. I tried to stop him, but his strength defeated mine.

John stood me up at the stairs of the basement. With one painful shove, he pushed me down the stairs. I fell, not being able to catch myself on any

railing. My hip was struck first. Then my shoulder. After that, everything hurt. I tumbled down, every part of my body getting hit.

I rolled a couple feet away from the stairs. I let out a groan of pain.

John slowly walked down the stairs, each footstep echoing in the silence.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

I knew he was standing right behind me.

John kicked me over onto my back

"AH" I cried out, unable to move from the pain. It felt like he had stabbed a knife into my stomach from the kick.

"Get over it" He snapped. "And get out of Clayton's clothes"

He crouched down next to me, ripping my belt apart without undoing it. I knew this would happen.

I knew it was time.

Shit.

John forcefully unbuttoned the top of the baggy jeans. He yanked them down my legs, his fingers just barely brushing them as he moved towards the

shirt.

Oh my gosh.

He gripped the edge, pulling upwards.

I couldn't even move to defend myself. My head landed painfully on the ground again.

I was laying in nothing but a bra and panties.

My heart started to beat faster.

John stood up, looking over me. Something different was in his eyes. I knew it. I fucking knew it.