Chapter 4 The Peak of it All

Eira's POV

My hands trembled as I walked into the house, my eyes not leaving Mrs.Brown.

"Eira." She called in a dry and hoarse voice.

"Mrs.Brown." I rushed towards her.

My hands shook as I touched her face, and she winced in pain.

Why?

Why did they do this to her? Didn't they have mothers? Couldn't they see how frail she was?

It was all my fault, I dragged her into this mess. I ruined everything.

"Please, she needs to get to a hospital." I pleaded, despite the rage I felt.

"No one is going anywhere till you provide our money." One of the men sneered.

"I've done everything possible, and I'm paying. What else do you want?" I was tired, my knees felt weak.

"Oh no, you haven't done everything. Remember, you haven't whored around." Another said, and the rest burst out laughing.

"Maybe if you give us a good time, we'll stay off your back for a few months." Another said, and the rest seemed to agree with him.

Oh no! I didn't like where this was heading too.

I took a deep breath in, and out trying to calm down.

"You don't have to do this. I swear I'll pay each and every dime I owe you, just give me two months. Please let this old lady go, she has lost a lot of blood and...she might die." I begged.

It would only trigger them to do something more vile if I yelled at them or tried to retaliate. I hoped my pleas had touched them, and they would take her to a hospital at least.

"Don't worry, pretty face, she won't die. I personally beat her enough to lose some blood, not that she should die." The bald one spoke.

I prayed that some neighbours would hear the commotion and call for help before it was too late.

"This old bitch does too much, and this is what she gets. She bit me, and my shoulders hurt." A lanky one hissed.

"Shut up! You deserve it. What were you thinking about trying to do the old lady?" The bald one sneered.

"Wow, so I'm the bad guy now. There's no difference between us. You speak like you aren't trying to do the girl too." The lanky one said.

Seeing that they were distracted, I quickly ran to the nearest door; the kitchen and shut it tight. Then I fished out my phone, dialling '911'

"Oh! Bitch, you just made the wrong decision. You're so dead." I heard one of them exclaim and they began banging the door.

"Please come over to Bush wick, house 120. Block B, some men-"

Paaaaaa!

The phone was slapped off my face and it landed on the ground, breaking. My face stung from the impact of the slap. The door had been broken, and two of the men were inside.

It was the lanky one who had slapped me.

"Don't ruin her face please, especially not her mouth. She'll make good use of it today." The other commented and the lanky one laughed.

"I'll treat you like the filthy whore you are!" The lanky one punched me so hard that my body felt numb and I fell to the ground.

Then he pulled my hair and dragged me out of the kitchen, back to the sitting room.

"Eira's!" I heard Mrs.Brown shriek.

"I'll go first." The lanky one said, and the others began murmuring except from one that had been quiet the whole time.

The quiet one looked younger than the rest of them, and he stood where Mrs.Brown was tied as if protecting her.

My whole body ached, from the dragging to the punch. And my scalp was much worse as the lanky man had dragged my hair with so much force as if he was planning on rooting my hair out.

Then he stretched his hands and made to tear my blouse, but I fought hard, biting his hand and scratching his face.

"Ahhh! Fuck!" He shrieked in pain before giving me a hard slap.

I freaking saw stars.

Then he attempted to tear it again, but I still struggled.

"I need some help here, this bitch is stronger than I thought." He growled.

"No man, do it yourself. Show us if you're man enough." The bald one smirked.

"Fuck you all." He seethed before facing me, "Now listen, if you give me a hard time. I swear I'll kill you."

He tried pinning both my hands above my head and sat on top of me. Then he choked me, to weaken me before tearing at my blouse again.

I screamed, struggling underneath him. Before he could tear it off completely, I freed myself and gripped his neck; turning the tables.

His gang seemed to be enjoying the show. Strength surged through me and I choked him so hard that he was slowly losing his breath.

I was blinded by rage, and hatred. I didn't care what might happen. He had torn my blouse halfway so my bra was exposed.

"Shit! She will kill him." The bald one exclaimed.

One of them came forward and kicked me off him. My head landed on the wooden edge of the chair where Mrs.Brown was tied and blood trickled down my face.

Everywhere blurred, and I gripped the chair, smiling. I wasn't sure if the man had died, but I was quite sure I must have crushed one of his windpipes. Call me crazy, but I had never being so proud of myself.

"Oh no! Eira!" Mrs Brown cried.

Just then, the door burst open and a figure dressed in black suit and had a mask on entered. A commotion occured, but I could barely see anything as my head felt drowsy.

And soon there was silence. The last thing I remembered before I blacked out was a tall figure bent before me, and a pair of the most mesmerising blue eyes I had ever seen.