Fighting the monster

Blake’s POV

“Leave, you don’t have any business here!”

“Really dude, you think I would leave my mother like this, with a fucking needle in her arm?”

“Get out!” my mind raise back 4years ago, but I got interrupted by Emily asking me what to get for lunch.

“You choose,” I answered, and she smiled, looking down at the menu again. I honestly feel lost today, like I’m living two parts of my life and the one is trying to hide and the other one is trying to build something for once.

“I have to work a double shift tonight. I don’t know how I will get past the night. I haven’t worked a double shift in ages,” she said, her eyes wandering to the door when a man walked in and her eyes turned wide and watery.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking at the man with a beard, brown hair, and sloppy clothes.

“Can we leave.?” she asked, her hands trembling and her voice coming out squeaky and her face pale.

“Who is that?” I have a feeling I already know by just seeing the fear on her face.

“No one, let’s leave, please.” She stood up from the chair and bump the glass of water off the table and everyone’s attention turned to us.

“Shit, shit,” she repeatedly said.

“Well, well.” the man said, walking up to Emily, and I jumped in front of him.

“That’s my stepdaughter,” he said with a smirk. I looked over to Emily where she was bent down and the waiter next to her picking up the glasses.

“Yeah, not today.” I grab him by his shirt and pushed him away from her. I know I probably will make the front page tomorrow, but he won’t get the best of her today, not while I’m here, and there is no way in fucking hell where he would get the chance to lay a hand on her again.

He snapped his head to where Em was bending down, and smirk while looking at her. He runs his fingers through his hair while nodding his head, looking at her.

“I had to sell the house, do you know that?” he yells, but Emily is not looking up.

“Did you hear me, you little slut? I had to sell the house to pay for your whore of a mother’s funeral,” he screams again, making his veins visible in his neck.

“I’m warning you, get out!” I half-whisper to not draw any attention, but it’s not completely working when Em jumped up and run towards him with her fist high up.

“Don’t you dare talk about my mother like that? You killed my mother,” she yells back with tears running like a river. I had to pull her back while her stepfather grins.

He turned around and walked away, but whispered so that only myself and Em could hear.

“Good luck in proving that. You will never be rid of me.” we both stand in silence as the entire restaurant is watching us, while we watch Emily’s stepfather leave the restaurant.

Every bone in my body is telling me to go after him and kill the son of a bitch, but what good will it do?

“You honestly learning to fight because of that jackass?” I asked Emily, who still stands in shock watching the door.

“He killed my mother and abused me my entire childhood, so yes, I want to show him how it feels to be beaten up, how it feels to feel defenceless, and..” she’s out of breath, her face pale and her hands still shaking.

I pulled her closer to me and kissed her forehead. I don’t know how to help her. She shouldn't fight a monster like that.

I don’t even know if she really wants to fight him. I think the fight is more in her emotions than the physical fight she’s training for.

“Em, you need to go see someone for what he did to you. Maybe you will change your mind about fighting him.” She snaps her head up and, with fear and confusion, she looks me straight in the eyes.

“No, I don’t need a shrink. What I need is for him to feel all the pain he has caused me and my mother for a very long time. You promised.” Her anger has multiplied and the tears soaking her beautiful cheeks are now running like a fucking endless flow down her cheeks.

“You promised to help me, remember? When you were standing over my bloody body and bruises, you promised to help me learn to defend myself.”

“Yeah, I promised to help you defend yourself, not to fucking fight a monster who will do anything to see you defeated, and probably dead,” I yell, with everyone still staring at us.

“Sir, I have to ask both of you to leave the restaurant.” the manager asked in a low tone.

“I’m leaving!” I said, my eyes focusing on Emily, who looks down at the floor. Her body rattles with anger and fear at the same time, and I can’t really say that mine feels or looks any different.

“I have to get to work.” she grabbed her bag and walked to the door. I want to pull her back and tell her I’m sorry, but I don’t feel sorry. I don’t want her near her stepfather, let alone train to take the bastard on, but I have a good feeling that she’s going to do it, with or without my help.

“Sir?” the manager calls behind me, looking frightened.

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving.”