Derek raises his right hand as if to strike Addison across the face. Addison’s vison goes from bight colors to blazing red. She never feels the slap to her face from him. She screams, growls and hisses at Derek, “NO! You’re never going to hurt me again! You’re never going to touch me again! You’re never going to rape me again! You’re never going to lay a fucking finger to touch me again! You’re a piece of shit and don’t deserve to live on this earth or hurt another person again.”
She can feel her fingers claw across Derek’s face and body, scratching, punching and kicking him. Screaming and venting all her past hurt, anger, fear and anxiety onto this pitiful, sorry excuse of a man. All she sees…is red behind her eyes.
When Addison finally opens her eyes, not realizing she’s closed them, she’s lying on the ground. Her face is down, looking at the dirt in front of her. She looks up to the people around her and Parker is crouched down in front of her, brushing her hair back from her tear streaked face.
“Addison. Holy shit, sweetheart. Are you okay?” Parker’s expression is in awe. He’s scared for her. What did she do?