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A/N: was gonna wait to update tomorrow but since my dumbass accidentally clicked publish on one of my drafts and got yalls hopes up I guess imma go ahead and update now 💀

Trigger warning. Hella violence & mentions of rape. Also, a panic attack.

Worked hard on this chapter.

113. Enjoy.

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Dahlia's POV

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"That hurts! Get the fuck off me! Stop!"

"Shut the fuck up and take it, bitch!"

"Dude, get off me! You're fucking crazy, get the fuck—"

"I said shut the fuck up before somebody hears you and I get in trouble! If I get in trouble for this I'll fucking kill you, do you understand me?!"

"You're hurting me! You're psychotic I can't believe you're fucking doing this you lunatic! Get—Help! Somebody fucking help me! Please help me! Please!"

"You thought you were gonna get away with that fucking shit, bitch?! You need to learn your fucking place!"

"I'm sorry! I'm s-sorry, please, stop I—"

"You're a fucking idiot, Rufus! You're fucking stupid if you really thought that I was gonna stand there and let you fucking stick your two-inch dick in me!" I screamed as I yanked him up by his hair and slammed his face onto the floor yet again.

I pulled him up again and punched him in the nose as hard as I could before finally standing up and yanking on his hair once again. He was on his hands and knees, trying to keep up as I dragged him over to the sink, slammed his face against it with all my strength quite a few times, and then snatched the soap dispenser up. "I'm fucking sorry, Rufus, did that mace hurt your eyes? My bad! Why don't we wash them out, huh!?"

"Stop! I said I was sorry!" He screamed as I pried his eye open and squirted as much soap as I could into it. Not very much, since he wouldn't quit squirming, but it's the thought that counts.

"Let's rinse that out!" I laughed as I picked up the sprayer hose on the sink and turned the water on. I sprayed him as he desperately tried to get away from it, blindly crawling all along the dirty floor and slipping every other second as he did.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you not like that?! Maybe if you ask me to stop I will, right? Since that's how consent is supposed to work? Right?!" I screamed as I chased him around with it.

"Right! Right! Please—" He spit as the water got into his mouth. He crawled all the way into a stall and I let him. He tried to close the door, but I held it open and shoved him over to the toilet. "Fucking—Don't—"

I pushed his head into the toilet and pushed my hands against the walls as I used my foot to keep his head in there. "You fucking thought I was gonna let you do that to me?! Do you know who the fuck I am?! I'm Dahlia motherfucking Doe, why would you try me like that?! I'll be god fucking damned if I'm gonna let some little weasel named Rufus hurt me like that! My mama was a bitch, but she ain't raise one, I know that!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as I tried my hardest to keep his head in the toilet.

He's a strong dude, though, so he finally managed to pull his head up. He coughed and spluttered as he tried to catch his breath and I backed out of the stall and took my belt off as fast as I could. I ran over and kicked him in the side as he was crawling out and he fell down with a loud grunt.

"Okay—Okay, I'm sorry! I—I won't ever do this to you again!"

"To me! Because I can fucking defend myself, but what about all the other poor, harmless girls you've probably done this to, huh? Well, you got the right fucking one now!" I screamed as I began smacking him with the belt.

I've watched too much fucking wrestling to let this dumb bitch try some bullshit like this and win. If only I had a kendo stick, his ass would really be through.

"Ow! Fucking hell, stop it!" He desperately tried to get away, but I followed him everywhere he went, smacking the fuck out of him with the belt as many times as I could.

"You need a good ass whooping, that's why you're such a dickhead now!" I growled.

When I got bored of beating his ass with the belt I ran over to grab the hose again. I started spraying him once again and he groaned.

"I warned you, fucker! I told you not to fuck with me and you fucking thought that because you're bigger than me you could get away with it! Well, guess what?!" I yelled.

I tried to kick him again, but he caught my foot and pulled me down. I gasped as I let go of the sprayer and the water began going everywhere. I tried to crawl away from him, but he growled as he yanked me back to him.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, lifted me up, and slammed me back onto the ground. I grunted as I hit my elbow and the side of my head on the disgusting floor.

"You're gonna fucking get it you stupid cunt!" He spat. He turned me over so that I was on my back and hovered over me. I let out a loud gasp and a shout as he drew back and punched me in the face. I spit out a little blood and groaned as I already felt my face starting to throb.

"I tried to play nice, but you're fucking asking for it!" He huffed, trying to get my top off with one hand as he wrapped the other around my neck.

"Right, cause causing all sorts of issues during drama club, following me to the bathroom and then trying to rape me was definitely playing nice!" I chuckled bitterly. "You're one of those guys who thinks he's a good guy, aren't you? You wonder why bitches don't like you all the time, don't you? Cause you're such a good fucking guy!"

"Shut up!"

I coughed as I tried to get some air while also trying to push his hands away. "Why don't girls like you, Rufus? Is it because of your name, your hair, your tattoo? The fact that you look like a forty year old man who's been doing hard drugs since he was a fucking toddler? Or is it because you can't fucking understand that no means no? Gee—" I coughed again. "I think it's all of the a-fucking-bove, don't you?"

He punched me once again. "You're gonna learn to stay in your fucking place! I'm gonna teach you if it kills me!"

He drew back to punch me again but I quickly moved my head to the side as far as I could and he punched the floor. "Fuck!" He yelled as he pulled back, holding his fist.

I kneed him in the balls and he groaned loudly. I quickly slid out from under him, trying to create some space, but he grabbed me by the shirt and yanked me back into him. He wrapped an arm around my neck and picked me up, shoving me into the wall. He turned me around and pressed himself up against me, making sure to keep an arm around my neck.

I bit him as hard as I could before elbowing him. He finally let me go and I turned around quickly, shoving him so that he fell over the sink and then punching him in the eye. I used all my strength to grab his big ass and shove him face first into the mirror, and he let out a loud yell as it broke and pieces of glass pierced through his skin.

I grabbed him and pushed him onto the floor before running to grab the long ass sprayer once again.

He was on one knee, trying to get up, but I quickly wrapped it around his neck and made sure to keep my knee in his side.

"My place is fucking above you because I'm better than you, runt!" I growled. "You call yourself a man?" I chuckled.

I panted as I tried to catch my breath and struggled to keep the hose wrapped around his neck. "You couldn't even beat me up and I'm half your size. Imagine what's gonna happen when my big ass friends find out you did this shit. They're gonna stomp your ass into the fucking ground."

"I can't fucking breathe." He hissed, trying to reach back and grab my leg. I jumped on his hand with all the force that I could and he let out a loud shout after I did. I'm pretty sure I broke a few knuckles, based on the sound it made.

"That's the fucking point, asshole!"

He growled before using all his force to reach back and flip me onto the ground. I gasped as he turned around and grabbed my throat once again. "You fucking bitch!" He howled.

I grabbed his nuts as hard as I could and he screeched, his grip on me loosening just slightly. I brought his hand up to my lips and bit it hard enough to draw blood. He pulled away quickly and tried to stand up, but I used my legs to trip him up.

He tried to take a swing as me, lost his footing after doing so, luckily, and I got up as quickly as I could once again and yanked on the hose that was still around his neck. He made a few choking noises as I did, and I didn't let up.

"You fucking bitch." I spat.

I stood there, using all the force that I could to pull the hose as tightly as I could, making sure to choke him for a few moments. When he tried to get away, I gouged his eyes and he let out a broken scream.

"Is this a bad time?"

I looked up quickly and my eyes widened as I saw Kit and Billie standing there. Billie's eyes were wide as she stared with her mouth open in shock at the scene in front of her. Kit was munching on some hot Cheetos and didn't look all that concerned.

"Um..." I didn't let go of him, but I loosened my grip so he wouldn't, like, die or anything.

"No, what's up?" I questioned shakily.

Kit shrugged her shoulders and walked in. "I've gotta piss, is that cool?"

"Yeah, that's fine. First two stalls are out of order."

"Right, thanks." She smiled as she went into the third one.

I stared at Billie with wide eyes as she stared at me with the same shocked look on her face. The sound of Kit pissing filled the room as we stared at each other in silence. I didn't let go of bowl cut asshole as we stared at each other. I can't imagine what she's thinking right now.

I know how crazy this looks. The already dingy bathroom is now absolutely disgusting with water covering the floor and the walls. Me and Bowl cut dude are both soaking wet, covered in the grit from the floor, and our hair is a mess. We're both panting, bruised, and disheveled from our scuffle.

This has got to look absolutely ridiculous.

"Baby, I can explain, this isn't what it looks like!" I said, holding my hands up in defense as I finally let him fall to the floor. He was wheezing and gasping for breath as he shuttered on the nasty floor and I stood up straight.

"It looks like you just wrecked his shit." I jumped and turned to look at Kit, not even realizing she'd come out of the stall despite the fact that I'd heard her flush the toilet.

"I...Well..." I blushed.

She washed her hands quickly before going over to look at him. She pulled his hair to get him to sit up and then shrugged before punching him in the face and letting him fall to the ground again. She sighed as she stood up straight and looked at me. I was standing there with my mouth wide open yet again.

"What?" She questioned.

"Y-You just hit him." I mumbled.

She rolled her eyes. "Damn, shorty what you acting shocked for? Ain't no worse than what you did to him. Ion even think big homie is breathing." She chuckled.

"What?!" I screamed, rushing over to look at him.

She laughed. "Chill! He's fine, deadass." My eyes widened and she shook her head before speaking again. "I mean deadass, not...Dead...ass. He'll be fine in a few weeks."

"Why'd you punch him?" I mumbled, calming my breathing.

"I ain't punched anybody in a while, bro. I figured, you know, what the hell? Plus, if you was beating his ass I'm sure he deserved it."

"He did," I nodded quickly. "He did deserve it."

"Alright then. Fuck outta here with that 'why'd you punch him.' Shit. Shit," She drew out the word before letting out a chuckle. "I might just fuck around and punch his ass again before we leave. I've got some pent up frustrations, you feel? Matter fact, let me have my five minutes in here with him."

"Kit, you can leave now!" I narrowed my eyes as I pointed toward the door. She sighed and shrugged again before strolling out. "You look like you seen a ghost, shorty." I heard her say as she slid past Billie, who was still just standing there, looking.

When she was gone, I slowly walked toward Billie.

"I—I'm so sorry, Billie. Please don't be mad at me, please don't be scared of me or something—"

"Scared of you?" She chuckled. "I'm not scared of you!"

"Then, like, what—what are you feeling?" I questioned shakily.

I don't know how the hell I'd react if I walked in and saw Billie beating the shit out of someone. I know if it was me I'd be a little scared. I know she'd never hurt me, but you never know how someone will react to you when they're in that state of rage.

"Are you mad at me?" I questioned quietly.

I think I'd be a little ticked off if I witnessed Billie doing this. I mean, violence isn't the answer...

Okay, well sometimes it is and I honestly can't even say that because I've been hella violent these days...but...You know, one day I'm gonna stop slamming people into lockers and beating people's asses in public restrooms!

"No, of course not. It's not like you did this for no reason!" She shook her head. "Damn..." She mumbled as she looked at him again.

I stood in front of her and sighed. I really wanted to hug her, but I didn't wanna touch her. I wanted her to be the one to initiate any touching, and thankfully, she did. She brought a hand up and gently cupped my cheek, and I winced, pulling away from her soon after. I hadn't been paying attention to the pain in my face until now.

"I think...I think if you weren't covered in nasty bathroom water I'd be pretty turned on right now, honestly." She grinned.

"Billie!"

"Alright, Alright!" She smirked. "I am turned on right now."

"Billie, I can't believe you!" I yelled, slapping her shoulder.

"Hey, I like what I like." She shrugged. "I think I'm gonna have to let you top tonight. Yeah?"

Well, I wouldn't mind, but now isn't exactly the time to be thinking about that—

I turned quickly once I heard Bowl cut dude start to groan and move around. Before I could say anything, Billie was storming over to him. She kicked him right in the chin and I winced as he went right back down like a ton of bricks.

She tugged on the collar of his shirt and got in his face, glaring at him. "If my girl hadn't already beaten you within an inch of your pathetic life, I'd kick your fucking ass. I warned you. You fucked with the wrong one. You really fucked up, dickhead."

"Billie—"

"You put your hands on my fucking girl. My girl. You know what that means?! That means she's mine. Nobody fucking touches her but me. Nobody lays a fucking finger on her except for me, and anybody who does is screwed. I'm gonna fuck you up for that. Not anytime soon. Nah, you're gonna be feeling what she did to you for weeks. But when you're least expecting it, oh buddy," She laughed.

"I'm gonna fuck you up. You think what she did was bad? I can't wait for you to see what I do. You better not tell anybody but God himself about this shit either. You say a word and I'll slit your throat."

She let him fall back down and then turned to walk back to me. She grabbed my hand and yanked me away from the bathroom, dragging me through the building.

"Billie—"

"Shut up!" She spat. I frowned and didn't say a word. She was already pissed and the last thing I wanted to do was add fuel to the fire. I don't get why she's mad at me now, though. A few minutes ago she was telling me she wanted me to fuck her.

We walked out of the building and through the semi-empty parking lot silently. I wanted to mention that I was leaving most of my stuff in the auditorium, and that the meeting wasn't over yet, and that I needed to get my car, but I didn't dare say anything. It's not like we could go back to the meeting after what happened anyway.

She opened the passenger side door to her car for me and didn't look at me as I got in. She slammed it shut and then marched to the driver's side.

She slammed that door shut once she was inside too and I jumped, staring straight ahead as I waited for her to say something. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she ran a hand through her hair and bit her lip angrily.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled after a while.

"You're sorry," She scoffed. "Why didn't you text me? Why didn't you tell me you needed help?!"

"Well, I couldn't exactly ask him to stop trying to hurt me long enough for me to text you, Billie! Believe me, if I could've, I would've!" I huffed.

"Yeah right," She rolled her eyes. "You never tell me anything. You always try to hide anything bad that happens from me. If I hadn't walked in and seen it myself would you have even told me?"

I stayed silent. She's got a point. The second he shoved me into that stupid bathroom I began thinking of what to tell Billie, and none of it would've been the truth.

"That's what I thought." She muttered after a moment.

"I don't wanna fight right now, Billie, I kinda just got done doing that." I spat.

"I know! I fucking—" She shook her head and rubbed a hand down her face. "Fuck, how'd you even get yourself into that situation in the first place? Why'd you let yourself be put in that kind of situation?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Why the fuck was he in the bathroom with you in the first place, Dahlia? Why were you two all alone in a totally different area than everyone else?! You know you guys don't get along, you know he's been threatening you, why would you go somewhere alone with him?!" She yelled.

"I did not 'go somewhere alone' with him, Billie!" I turned to face her quickly and narrowed my eyes. "I went to the fucking bathroom! And that's not a fucking crime! He followed me, I guess, I don't know! It wasn't my fault!"

"You couldn't ask Cadence to go with you?! You couldn't ask somebody, anybody to go with you? Why would you let yourself—"

"I shouldn't need to ask somebody to hold my fucking hand while I go to the bathroom, Billie! This isn't my fault, why are you blaming me?!"

"I'm not I'm just—"

My eyes widened as she buried her face in her hands and began sobbing. I quickly lifted up the armrest and slid as close to her as I could.

"I wasn't there for you, Dahlia, nobody was. That guy's stupid, but he's stronger than you are. He's bigger than you. You got lucky! What if you didn't? What if he got what he wanted? What if you weren't able to fight him off? He would've fucking beat your ass and he would've raped you, and there wouldn't be anything I could do about that because I wasn't there!" She cried.

I held her tightly and shh'd her as she cried, rubbing her hair and trying desperately to calm her down, but it wasn't working. I'd had enough panic attacks to know that this was definitely one, so I tried to get her to calm her breathing.

I told her to crawl into the backseat with me, and it was a task getting us both back there, but I managed. I turned the air on before we were back there, and quickly grabbed the water bottle that was lying on the floor too.

It took her about fifteen minutes to calm down, but she finally did.

"Everything's okay, baby, I promise," I whispered, rocking us back and forth. "I know it's scary to think about the what if's, that's why I try not to. He didn't beat me up too bad. He didn't rape me. Everything's okay."

"I wasn't—"

"You can't always be there, Billie." I sighed. "You can't be up my ass 24/7. That's okay and it isn't your fault. It's not your job to protect me all the time. I defended myself, though, didn't I?"

"Dahlia—"

"Didn't I?"

She sat up and turned to look at me, rubbing her eyes. "Yes." She sniffled.

"If he'd done that to me before I met you it would've ended badly for me. He would've been able to do what he wanted to do. He would've gotten his way. But he didn't get to do that today because of you. You weren't physically there, but you were there."

I smiled as I brushed some of her hair behind her ear. "Before I met you I was never this tough. I never knew how to fight, I never knew how to defend myself, I never knew how to stand up for myself. You've taught me how to speak up for myself and how to beat a bitch's ass when I need to." I giggled.

"You're the reason I'm okay right now, Billie. I'm okay. I'm with you and I'm okay. Right?"

"Right." She mumbled.

I smiled as she continued trying to wipe her tears away, but fresh ones were rolling down her cheeks.

"You're my everything, Dahlia. I love you so much,"  She sighed. "I don't know what I would do without you. I really wish these bitches would quit trying you like this."

I laughed loudly at that and shook my head at her. "I love you more, Billie."

Her eyes flickered down to my lips and she slowly leaned forward to plant a kiss on them.

I winced as I felt my lips stinging from the sudden pressure, but I made sure she didn't pull away from me. It hurts, but I don't care. I really need her right now.

The kiss was slow and sweet, but it was needy and desperate too. I slowly leaned back, ignoring how every little move I made reminded me just how sore I already was.

She hovered over me, her hand slowly pushing my shirt up above my belly button, and then she stopped. I whined as she broke the kiss and she bit her lip. "I-Is this okay? We don't have to—"

"I want you, Billie." I mumbled. We stared at each other for a few moments before her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned down to kiss me once again.

"If somebody walks out here and sees this we're screwed." I mumbled once she pulled away again. She smirked as she lifted her head up and looked around quickly.

"Tinted windows. They won't see that much."

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A/N: Doe is a bad bitch and she ain't fighting with no random PERIODT.

I'd like to think she keeps a baby glock too. Next time he getting pistol whipped.

Lmaooo I had fun writing this shit.