Zoe, Her Father, and The Guys, chapter 12
"She said to stay away from her. So stay away from her." I defended, standing up and puffing my chest out.
"I'm her boyfriend, so back off little man." He said, trying to push past me. I was madder than hell now, not at Zoe, at the human steroid.
"You better back off steroid case. My girlfriend, not yours. She isn't a trophy, she's a girl, and a very nice one at that. So back off." I raged.
The guy pulled his fist back. I puffed my cheeks and chest out to get ready for the blow. Then I felt myself being pushed.
I hit the ground and I opened my eyes, just in time to see the dude, punch Zoe in the face.
He was about to do it again, I stepped in. I let loose. I wailed on his face, stomach, then I got up and kicked him in the balls so many times, I lost count after five.
He lay there, clenched up. I tended to Zoe.
She had a swollen jawline.
I helped her up and we ran to the local café.
"Excuse me, can we get a bag of ice?" I asked the lady at the counter.
She looked at Zoe, then to me. She glared at me.
"Sure." She answered piercingly.
She handed me an ice pack and we sat down at the bar. I held it to her face. She winced in pain but let me hold it on.
"You okay sweetheart?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She was petrified.
"Yeah." She stammered out.
"Zoe, you need to tell Mike, Billie, and Tre." I advised.
She nodded.
I pulled her close and hugged her.
We sat there for about five minutes, lost in our own thoughts.
She let go and looked at me.
"Come on. Let's get you home." I said, pulling her out of the chair by the hand.
She held tight and replied, "Okay."
I walked in the front door and bellowed into the large home, "Anyone home? Zoe needs some help."
"In the kitchen " Someone answered, probably Mike or Billie Joe.
We walked into the kitchen, to find Mike and Billie sitting at the bar, with a guitar in the shorter man's hand and a bass in the burly man's arms.
Mike had to look at Zoe twice to take it in, Billie Joe just stared.
Mike set the bass down quickly and came over to her.
"Who did this to you?" He asked quietly but sternly.
I could feel BJ's eyes.
I looked at Zoe. She was looking into Mike's eyes and shaking her head.
"Zoe, who did this to you?" Mike asked again, more sternly.
I didn't take my eyes from looking at hers. Her pupils became smaller. She was scared of him now. He pulled her into a hug, telling her it was okay.
"Pete, go into the living room, I'll be there in a second." Billie Joe dominated.
I did as I was told and went into the living room and sat down and thought.
Billie Joe's POV
"Zoe, who did this?" I asked, bending down beside her and Mike.
Her gaze met mine and mumbled something.
"Who?" Mike asked, happy he and I were getting an answer.
"Mitch." She very quietly but clearly, reported again.
"Okay. Stay in here." I said, standing and leaving for the living room.
I walked in to see Pete lying and the floor, hands covering his eyes, nose, and mouth. He looked like he was praying.
"Pete, get up." I said, grabbing his wrist.
He got up with my help and sat down.
I sat down in Tre's lazyboy and looked at him, wondering if he had set Zoe up.
"Who is Mitch?" I started.
"I don't know. We were walking back to the house, her house, and this like steroid case kid, our age, comes up and tries to take her from me. He pulls back his fist and next thing I know, Zoe pushes me out of the way and he hits her. I then got up and wailed on him." He explained.
"Okay, so you didn't hit her or anything?" I asked back.
"You think I would hit Zoe? I love her and I would never hurt her Didn't I just tell you that I wailed on the guy who hit her? Who do you think I am?" He returned, standing up and yelling at me. I stood up as well, but he was the same size as me, with bigger muscles.
"Pete, one, don't yell at me, two, I'm just trying to find out what happened to Zoe. She is like my daughter, just as much as Tre's. She is petrified and I don't want her to be hurt or scared. She has had enough over the course of her fucked up life." I bellowed back.
"Maybe you should judge better. Ask Zoe. She would tell you that I would never hit her. I love her." He said, turning down his voice.
"Maybe I should but I love Zoe and don't want to ever see her like this ever again, or now." I quietly but sternly said, before walking back into the kitchen.
I went in and sat at the bar. Pete came in and took Zoe from Mike and held her. She buried her head into his neck Mike came over and sat down next to me. We just glanced at each other.
"Come On Zoe, let's go up to your room." Pete suggested, slowly walking out of the kitchen. Mike had been right, they were cute together.
"I'm her boyfriend, so back off little man." He said, trying to push past me. I was madder than hell now, not at Zoe, at the human steroid.
"You better back off steroid case. My girlfriend, not yours. She isn't a trophy, she's a girl, and a very nice one at that. So back off." I raged.
The guy pulled his fist back. I puffed my cheeks and chest out to get ready for the blow. Then I felt myself being pushed.
I hit the ground and I opened my eyes, just in time to see the dude, punch Zoe in the face.
He was about to do it again, I stepped in. I let loose. I wailed on his face, stomach, then I got up and kicked him in the balls so many times, I lost count after five.
He lay there, clenched up. I tended to Zoe.
She had a swollen jawline.
I helped her up and we ran to the local café.
"Excuse me, can we get a bag of ice?" I asked the lady at the counter.
She looked at Zoe, then to me. She glared at me.
"Sure." She answered piercingly.
She handed me an ice pack and we sat down at the bar. I held it to her face. She winced in pain but let me hold it on.
"You okay sweetheart?" I asked, looking into her eyes. She was petrified.
"Yeah." She stammered out.
"Zoe, you need to tell Mike, Billie, and Tre." I advised.
She nodded.
I pulled her close and hugged her.
We sat there for about five minutes, lost in our own thoughts.
She let go and looked at me.
"Come on. Let's get you home." I said, pulling her out of the chair by the hand.
She held tight and replied, "Okay."
I walked in the front door and bellowed into the large home, "Anyone home? Zoe needs some help."
"In the kitchen " Someone answered, probably Mike or Billie Joe.
We walked into the kitchen, to find Mike and Billie sitting at the bar, with a guitar in the shorter man's hand and a bass in the burly man's arms.
Mike had to look at Zoe twice to take it in, Billie Joe just stared.
Mike set the bass down quickly and came over to her.
"Who did this to you?" He asked quietly but sternly.
I could feel BJ's eyes.
I looked at Zoe. She was looking into Mike's eyes and shaking her head.
"Zoe, who did this to you?" Mike asked again, more sternly.
I didn't take my eyes from looking at hers. Her pupils became smaller. She was scared of him now. He pulled her into a hug, telling her it was okay.
"Pete, go into the living room, I'll be there in a second." Billie Joe dominated.
I did as I was told and went into the living room and sat down and thought.
Billie Joe's POV
"Zoe, who did this?" I asked, bending down beside her and Mike.
Her gaze met mine and mumbled something.
"Who?" Mike asked, happy he and I were getting an answer.
"Mitch." She very quietly but clearly, reported again.
"Okay. Stay in here." I said, standing and leaving for the living room.
I walked in to see Pete lying and the floor, hands covering his eyes, nose, and mouth. He looked like he was praying.
"Pete, get up." I said, grabbing his wrist.
He got up with my help and sat down.
I sat down in Tre's lazyboy and looked at him, wondering if he had set Zoe up.
"Who is Mitch?" I started.
"I don't know. We were walking back to the house, her house, and this like steroid case kid, our age, comes up and tries to take her from me. He pulls back his fist and next thing I know, Zoe pushes me out of the way and he hits her. I then got up and wailed on him." He explained.
"Okay, so you didn't hit her or anything?" I asked back.
"You think I would hit Zoe? I love her and I would never hurt her Didn't I just tell you that I wailed on the guy who hit her? Who do you think I am?" He returned, standing up and yelling at me. I stood up as well, but he was the same size as me, with bigger muscles.
"Pete, one, don't yell at me, two, I'm just trying to find out what happened to Zoe. She is like my daughter, just as much as Tre's. She is petrified and I don't want her to be hurt or scared. She has had enough over the course of her fucked up life." I bellowed back.
"Maybe you should judge better. Ask Zoe. She would tell you that I would never hit her. I love her." He said, turning down his voice.
"Maybe I should but I love Zoe and don't want to ever see her like this ever again, or now." I quietly but sternly said, before walking back into the kitchen.
I went in and sat at the bar. Pete came in and took Zoe from Mike and held her. She buried her head into his neck Mike came over and sat down next to me. We just glanced at each other.
"Come On Zoe, let's go up to your room." Pete suggested, slowly walking out of the kitchen. Mike had been right, they were cute together.
