Page 70 of Gabriel's Salvation

I head down the stairs and out the door, suddenly feeling more sober than ever. I jump on my bike and spend the next hour driving around hoping to see that wannabe rapist. God, or perhaps the devil himself, takes pity on me as just as I'm about to give up hope, I spot him. I stop my bike and jump off, not even caring as I hear my bike fall to the ground. I tackle the guy to the ground and begin pummeling him, punching him again and again. “You’re a fucking scumbag!” I bellow as another punch connects with his ribs. I feel him thrashing beneath me, desperately trying to get me off him, yet I don't move an inch.

“Not so fast, you piece of shit,” I say as I press my knee into his chest and my fist connects with his jaw. Fuck me, it feels good to finally get this pent-up anger out.

I see a right hook fly towards me, but I block him with ease. See, growing up with an abusive asshole of a father comes in handy at times. I can sense an attack a mile off.

“Get off me, man!” I hear him plead but I can’t stop because the visions of what this piece of shit could have done to Izzy, Harpey, or even worse, Riley, play through my head like some sort of twisted horror film.

Visions of what could have happened if Riley was still there, play so vividly that I can almost hear her voice begging him to get off of her. All I see is red as I begin hitting him harder and harder.

Next thing I know, there are sirens, and I'm being ripped from my own nightmare by two police officers as they drag me off of him.

“I'll get you for this,” the guy manages to whimper while drooling puddles of blood.

“If I ever see you near Izzy, Harpey, or any of their friends again, you're dead!” I growl as I'm thrown in the back of the cop car. The only consolation is that he’s thrown into another shortly after.

After being fingerprinted and processed, I'm put in a cell and told to calm down. Not long afterward, the scumbag is thrown into the cell beside mine. His face and mouth are swollen, and his mouth is still bleeding.

“I'm gonna get you for this; just you wait till my cousin hears about this. You're dead! Hope it was worth it to save some stupid slut who wouldn’t have looked at you twice if it wasn't for me,” he says, words slurred and laced with venom.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I saw the way you looked at that girl. Think you're clever knocking the drink all over her, do you? Jealous I'd get a taste of that sweet pussy before you?” He sneers at me.

“Isabella?” I ask, feeling a mixture of confusion and disgust. “She’s basically my sister you fucking sicko and if you had drugged her, not even the cops themselves could have saved you.” I feel the anger reaching a whole new level.

“Hope you had fun with the consolation prize; not as hot I know, but a hole is a hole. Heard you had your way with her in the bathroom,” he spits.

I lunge forward to try and grab him through the bars, just as someone calls out, “Scott, time for your call.”

I considered calling Riley, wanting to let her know about her sister and that she's hopefully safe; but also knowing she probably won’t answer the phone. I call my brother, instead. Unfortunately, it's not Nate who answers; but rather the last person I want to speak to right now. Princess fucking Isabella.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Gabe

Iwould recognize that annoyingly cheerful tone anywhere.

"Hello?" Fuck this. I’d rather spend the night here than beg for her help. I thrust the phone into the officer's hand and turn my back on him.

“Sit,” the officer instructs quietly as he points toward a nearby chair.

“Hello, is anyone there?” I hear a voice say through the phone as I shuffle over to take a seat at the nearby desk.

"Hello ma'am, this is the Avery Hill Police Department. I have a Mr. Gabriel Scott here," the officer says.

I can hear sounds on the other end of the line, but am too far away to make out what's being said.

"Mr. Scott was arrested for assault. Do you want to post bail? Otherwise, he will have to stay here until Monday," internally I roll my eyes. This is it. This is when Little Miss Perfect’s gonna get her chance to be a bitch and leave me here to rot all weekend.

“She wants to talk to you,” the officer says as he covers the receiver.

I shake my head defiantly. No way am I gonna talk to her just so she can have me begging for help. Fuck her.

"Unfortunately, he’s currently in processing.” The officer lies. “Yep, that's correct. If bail isn’t posted, he will be spending the night…” The officer stops to listen for a moment before answering. “It's $800, and he can leave once bail is paid and the paperwork is completed….It takes about an hour to file."

The officer hangs up the phone and gives me a strange look.

“Let me guess, the bitch told you to let me rot. She probably laughed and told you I deserved this.”

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