Chapter 63

Stacey went outside to find the doctor.

Jon sat beside her on the bed, his arms draped loosely around her. He didn’t want to scare her but he wanted so much to feel her in his arms. He wanted to take her away from all this pain.

“Baby, I’m taking you back to Jersey. You will be safe there and you will be happy. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again. I’ll make sure of that.”

Cheyenne nodded. She will go, as long as it’s far from Mark . She will never feel safe here again.

She looked up at his face.

He looked so tired, he had dark circles around his eyes and his breathtaking smile was absent. How she liked it when he smiled.

“I’ll go Jon.”

He took her chin in his hand and lifted her lips to his. It was only a light kiss , but Cheyenne could feel the longing in that kiss.

“Jon?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Please hold me?”

He blew out his breath and gathered her in his arms, making sure not to hurt her. He could feel her relaxing against him. They sat like that for a while. The inspector walked in.

“Good day Miss Roberts. I’m glad to see you are a wake. I know this is a terrible time but we have to take your statement.”

Jon felt her stiffening in his arms.

“Do you really have to do this now?”

“I’m sorry , but the sooner we get it the better. “

“It’s ok Jon let me do this and get it over with.”

“Do you want me to go, baby.? I can ask Stacey to stay here with you?”

“I think Stacey should come in, please Jon?”

“Say no more, honey. I understand.”

He walked out, called Stacey, asking her Cheyenne’s keys and went in search for Richie.

“Let’s go Richie.”

“Where to?”

“I want to say hi to Mark.”

‘Fuck bro I’ve been waiting for that invitation the whole day.”

It didn’t take them long to find him. He was sitting in a bar, feeling sorry for himself.

Fear was written all over his face the moment he recognised the two men walking his way. Richie and Jon had shades and caps on. They sure didn’t need the attention.

“Mark why don’t you come with us?”

Richie gripped him on the shoulder and Mark started shaking.

They got into the car and drove to Cheyenne’s home.

“I’m so sorry for what I’ve done. I‘ve been drinking…”

‘Shut the fuck up..”

Jon was driving and Richie sat there quietly, brooding.

When they reached the house the guys got out.

They took him inside.

Jon saw the blood and he felt anger build up in him. Richie’ face was dead calm…that was dangerous.

“Look around you Mark, tell me what do you see.”

Mark looked around nervously.

‘I see couches….”

“Oh fuck he is daft! I think maybe I should help him a bit hey, Jon?”

Richie moved so quickly ,he hit him straight in the gut. Mark doubled over.

‘What the fuck is wrong with this scene, asshole?”

Jon had him by the hair.

“I see blood, lots of blood..”

“Fuck Richie you opened the man’s eyes! It’s working…maybe we should….”PUNCH!

Jon hooked him another one.

“Yeah I see blood lots of fucking blood. Cheyenne’s blood you useless fucking excuse for a man.” Richie was standing in front of him his fists clenched as he spoke.

“I even hear you like to kick animals? What the fuck is that all about. Can’t hit men so you take it out on defenceless women and animals?” Jon stood back to look at Mark.

“I’m sorry I said I’m sorry”

“Did you listen when Cheyenne begged you to stop? Did you feel like a man when your raped her? I guess you can’t even get it up properly, and the only way you can get it up is when you hit a woman!”

Jon’s fist hit the spot , Mark’s head jerked back and hit the wall.

“That’s how it felt when you hit her head against the wall. I hope we break some of your ribs as well. Cause you broke 2 ribs and cracked 3. I want you to suffer as much as she is suffering in that hospital bed.”

‘Well, at least he’s missing some teeth.” Richie itched to give him another fistful.

“This is for the poor fucking dog!” Richie hit him another one in the gut. Mark’s knees buckled and he hit the carpet, lying in Cheyenne’s blood.

‘Do you see the blood you’re lying in? I guess that is where you raped her. You fucking torn her to pieces, she may never have kids.’

Richie saw the look in Jon’s eyes. He wanted to stop him at first but decided against it.

Jon lifted his boot and kicked Mark right in the balls. Mark’s screams gave Richie a chill. Jon was so pissed and Richie knew he would kill him if he didn’t stop him soon. He lifted his boot a second time and the cracking of ribs and Marks’ screams of pain filled the air. Richie stepped forward..

“Jon…” Jon looked up and Richie felt his skin crawl. He had never seen Jon’s eyes like that. Hatred and violence made them shine like marbles, warning lights flashed in Richie’s mind, but he saw realisation dawned in Jon’s eyes…

Jon kneeled down and grabbed Mark’s shirt.

“If I was you. I will not mention this little chat of ours. Cause fucker I have a lot of friends in a lot of places and I’m sure you don’t want my friends or Richie and I to come visit you again. Get your fucking ass out of this house and if I ever hear so much as your name, I’ll come after you. Don’t let me come after you again you may not be so lucky …”

Richie jerked him to his feet and booted him out of the house. Better get him out before Jon kills him.

“Get out you useless piece of shit!” Richie turned to his friend..

The carpet had some new blood stains and this time it wasn’t Cheyenne’s… Richie felt a shiver down his spine…he was fucking glad he wasn’t in Marks shoes!

“Feel better buddy?”

“No, I think I’ll feel better when I kill him. I think what we did will make him think for a while. I think he understands now that hitting and raping woman is not a good fucking thing to do, not if he plans to grow old anyway.” The wild look in his eyes were fading slowly and Richie breathed a sigh of relieve.

Jon made some calls to organise the moving of Cheyenne’s stuff. He went to the vet to see Shelby, just to put Cheyenne’s mind to rest. By the time they walked out Jon was his calm and organised self again.