I’d Give Anything (1)
anon prompt: amelia finds jo’s husband hurting jo and she intervenes
“Get off of me!” Jo’s screams escaped through his hand. He slammed her against the wall and punched her in the stomach, which only resulted in her screaming once more. “Shut up,” he groaned, “I just want to talk.”
Jo’s eyes darted around the room as she silently prayed for him to go away. “Look at me, Brooke,” he said. “Look at me!” He repeated as he gripped on to her wrist. Jo reluctantly looked at the monster that stood in front of her and she could see the same eyes that she knew from years before.
He slammed her into the shelves as the door swung opened. “Woah,” Amelia said, “Woah, hey!”
She ran towards Jo and got in between the two. “Amelia, go,” Jo whispered. Amelia looked away from the man and at Jo, whose face was red and bruised. “What the hell?” Amelia asked. “Step away from her,” he said.
“Who the hell are you?” Amelia questioned as she held her arm out to shield her resident. “I’m Paul,” he smiled, “And you need to step the hell away from her.”
Amelia let her arm slowly fall and brought it to her lab coat’s pocket. “Amelia,” Jo pleaded. She knew how dangerous he was and she didn’t want Amelia getting hurt. “Amelia?” Paul smiled as he got closer to her. “That’s a pretty name.”
Amelia looked at his devilish eyes as her hand carefully searched around in her pocket for her pager. “Now, Amelia. I’m going to need you to do one simple thing for me. I just need you to step away from Brooke,” he talked as if he were explaining a game to a four year old.
“Amelia, please,” Jo whispered. Amelia looked over her shoulder at Jo and gave her a short, small nod. “Okay,” Amelia agreed. She took a few steps away from Jo and watched as Paul replaced her. Amelia saw her chance as she took out her pager and paged 911 to the supply room.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Paul asked, striding towards Amelia. He smacked the pager out of her hand, then punched her once in the stomach. Then again. Then again. Jo’s cries filled the dreadfulness of the room. “Stop, Paul. Please,” Jo begged.
“Shut up, Brooke,” he said. As Amelia began to struggle, he added more force. He added more force until he couldn’t keep up with himself. “Stop!” Jo screamed as she saw him strike Amelia across the face. Amelia fell to the floor and gripped on to her stomach. He kicked her twice more then stepped on the pager. “Let’s go,” he whispered, grabbing Jo by the shoulder.