The Rescue

Carson's POV

It was six o'clock when I decided to call my training quits and head home. As soon as I left school, I have been here and I was training as hard as ever. This was my shot at the grand prize and I wasn't going to mess it up. Hell, I'm going to fight for it!

I bid my friends goodbye as I got in my car and drive home. My father didn't want anything to do with me. Fine, I'm not going to force him. He doesn't want to fund my tuition into college. I'll find my own way. I'm not going to let anything or anyone get in the way of my dreams.

I pulled up into the driveway of my house and get out of my car. I went inside the house and up the stairs to my room. I wanted to stop at Kayla's room, but decided to have a shower first. I don't know why, but I don't feel complete unless I see her. I don't know what she has done to me, but I know that I have never felt this way before.

I have become addicted to her laugh, her smile, the way she teases me and I'm always getting pulled in by her captivating brown eyes. I love the way they sparkle when she laughs or get excited. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I constantly find myself wanting to please her.

I felt a smile on my lips as I thought about her. Man, I have it bad. I got out of the shower, got dressed and left my room. I walked over to the room that was beside my own and knock on the door. I didn't hear a response, so I knock again. Still no response. I frowned. I know she wasn't sleeping, because she has never gone to bed so early before.

I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it. Pushing the door open, I look inside to see that the room was empty.

"Kayla?" I called, but no response. I walked inside the room to listen if I heard the shower, but nothing. I left the room and closed the door behind me. Where could she be? I know she hasn't left for Jasmine's house because she said that she is moving in tomorrow before she head to work. I also had noticed her packed bag on the chair in her room.

Maybe she was out with her friends. With that though in mind, I went downstairs and into the living room. Mom and Dad were in the living room conversing when I entered. It looked like Dad had just come in from work and sat on the couch. His suitcase was on the floor by his foot. I was actually surprised to see him home this early.

Mom looked up at me and greeted me when I entered the room. Dad totally ignored my existence. Through the corner of my eyes, I saw Mom look at Dad and sighed. She has a sad expression on her face.

Hating to see her like this, I tried to distract her attention from the situation. "Mom, do you know where Kayla went?" I asked.

Mom nodded. "She went out with her stepfather."

I spun around to face her instantly. "What?!" I felt cold chills run through my body at her words.

Mom raised her eyebrows at me, surprised at my outburst. "Her stepfather was here twenty minutes ago. She left with him." She repeated.

"And you let him leave with her?!" I asked as my heart started beating rapidly. My mind started to play a thousand scenarios of what the bastard could do to her.

Mom looked confused. "I didn't see why not. He seems like a nice man."

"He is anything but nice. He is the complete opposite." I answered. Dad, who was quiet this whole time, looked up at me for the first time when I said that. Ignoring the looks they were both giving me, I walked over to the table to get my car keys.

When I walked passed my mom to the front door, she stop me by placing her hand on my arm. "What are you talking about, Carson? What's going on?" She asked softly, trying to make sense of my frantic actions.

I looked around at her concerned expression and knew I couldn't keep it from her. I was going to need her help anyway. "He abuses her." I answered.

Mom's eyes widen and her hands moved to cover her mouth. "Oh dear God." She replied. She shifted her gaze from me and looked at Dad, then back at me. Her eyes were filling with tears. "Why didn't you tell us?"

I shook my head. "She didn't want anyone to know."

Dad looked at Mom as he spoke. "If I had known that he was doing that, I wouldn't have asked her to leave." His voice sounded hard and it was also filled with regrets.

I didn't have time to have a discussion with them right now. Time was going and every minute Kayla spends with that man, was a squeeze to my heart. If he lays a hand on her, I'm going to kill him.

I turned to Mom again. "I have to go. Call the police and send them to his house!"

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It was the fastest I've ever driven in my entire life. Breaking ever speed limit, I was at Kayla's house in five minutes. I pulled the car to a halt, cut the engine and sprinted to the front door. Without hesitation, I burst the door open and it hit the wall with a bang.

The sight in front of me made my blood boil with rage. My eyes focused first on a man who was in the room. He was on the floor in front of Kayla and his pants was off. Kayla lay on the floor, half unconscious and half naked. I felt myself losing control as I saw what he was about to do. My fist clenched tight by my side.

My eyes shifted to Kayla's stepfather. He stood in the corner of the room, looking calm at the scene in front of him. As if what was happening meant nothing to him. I knew it didn't, because he was a sick man. When I had entered the room, he looked over at me with a smug expression on his face. I wanted to go over there and wiped that look from his face, but I knew I had to stop the other man in the room first.

I charged for him and roughly pulled the guy up with both hands. As soon as he was on his feet, I pulled back my fist and sent it into his face. The hit was so hard, he stumbled back on his feet, before falling to the floor. I could see that he was drunk, because he lay on the floor, too dazed to get up.

I wanted to go over to him and finished what I started, but I turned my attention to Kayla's stepfather instead. He was the real culprit in this situation and I wanted to give him what he truly deserves. A taste of his own medicine. I was in front of him in a second, gripping his shirt collar in my fist and shove him against the wall. Without hesitation, I sent my fist into his smirking face.

"Didn't I warn you with what I would do to you if you ever go near Kayla again?" I shouted as I punched him. "You are a sick man and you deserve to rot in hell!" I growled at him through gritted teeth. I didn't stop there as I gave him another punch.

He tried to free himself from me, but I didn't let him go. I wanted to beat him to a pulp for what he did to Kayla. He used the back of his hands to wipe his nose, which was bleeding profusely. He had the nerve to chuckle. "Look at you playing hero." He got out through his bloody mouth. He then pointed in Kayla's direction. "That ungrateful whore deserves everything she's got."

"You piece of thrash!" Losing the little bit if control I had, I tightened my fist and punched him repeatedly. I was really angry. All I kept thinking about was everything that he has ever done to hurt Kayla. The last punch was so strong, he was sent reeling backwards. He hit the table that was behind him, falling to the ground. Seeing that he wasn't moving, I turned away from him and went over to where Kayla lay on the ground, still unconscious.

I heard the sirens in the distance as I sat on the floor and cradled her to me. "Kayla." I whispered softly, waking her up. I felt my chest tightened as I looked at her face. Her tear stained cheeks were swollen and there was a small cut on her forehead. I couldn't help but feel like I had failed her. I promised her that I wouldn't let him hurt her again. "It's me Kitten, wake up. You are safe now." I lifted my hands and brushed away a few strands of hair from her face.

I sat with her, until I hear the police sirens outside. In an instant, two officers rushed in. They looked at me sitting on the floor with Kayla and then looked at the two men in the room. They both went for a man each and pulled them to their feet. Kayla's stepfather, who was now awake, struggled a bit, so the officer clamp a handcuff on his wrist and shoved him outside.

Soon after, paramedics swarm the room and Kayla was taken from my arms and was placed on a gurney. I was grateful that my mother not only called the police, but an ambulance as well.

I followed the paramedics outside, where they transferred her to the awaiting ambulance. I was about to step in the ambulance after her, but one of the paramedics stop me.

"I'm her boyfriend. Please, I have to go with her." I said. I had no intention of leaving her side. The female paramedic looked at me for a second, before she nodded her head and ushered me in.

I got in the back of the ambulance and took a seat near the gurney, where Kayla lay. I took her hand in mine and gave it a light squeeze. Words couldn't express what she means to me. She was my life, my heart and my everything.