Truth Hurts|Part Twelve by @JoshSorensen

Truth Hurts
Part Twelve

A hand covered my mouth as I screamed.
"Shut up!" A guy yelled.
Oh god... It was.
"Mike! What the fuck! Let go of me!!" I screamed, pulling away.
"I said shut up!" he yelled at me.
"What do you want!?" I yelled, ignoring him.
He covered my mouth up.
"I said shut up you bitch!" he yelled at me again.
He started to get on my nerves.
I needed to get free.
So I did what I had to do.
I bit his hand, hard.
Hard enough that it made him bleed.
"Ahh!!!" he screamed, immediately letting me go.
I quickly tried to run around him, but he caught my arm.
And slapped me at full force.
"Gah!" I gasped and fell of balance.
I secretly got my phone out and dialed Christopher.
Mike didn't seem to notice.
Only I heard him pick up.
"What do you want Mike?" I whimpered, making sure it was loud enough for Christopher to hear.
"I just came here to tell you something, but you bit me, so you must pay." he said sexually.
"Get out of my house!" I screamed.
"Not yet, naughty girl." He replied.
But then he saw it.
My phone.
"You bitch!" he yelled.
I screamed one last time.
"Christopher! HELP!" and he broke my phone.
Mike picked me up and slapped me.
Then he threw me on the bed.

-------Christopher's Point Of View-------
"Christopher! HELP!" and the call ended.
"That mother fucker!" I yelled and got my keys. I ran out to the car and got in.
I drove quickly and arrived to her, our, house in a matter of minutes.
I left the car on park and it was still on.
I didn't care.
I had to get to her.
To Lisa.
"Ahhhhh!!!!" Came the screams from inside.
"Lisa!!!!" I shouted, running into the house.
And I saw her.
At first glance, you would think she was dead.
But she was breathing, barely but breathing.
And there was Mike, a look of scared and shock in his face.
A knife was in his hand. And a cut was at her throat.
"Lisa!" I screamed and I was so fucking pissed, I turned around, punched him, and knocked him out.
Then I turned my attention to Lisa.
I picked her up and hugged her.
"Oh Lisa! I need to get you to the hospital!" I cried.
She mumbled something.
I didn't understand her, but I put her in the car and started towards the hospital.
"M-My mom.." she breathed.
"Sh. It's okay. Don't talk." I told her.
"M-Mike killed her.." she said, ignoring me.
"What!?" I shouted, panic in my eyes.
I started driving faster.
"He planned the wreck. He planned the car wreck she was in..." she gasped.
"I'll tell the police, but right now, I need to get you to the hospital.
I had also dragged Mike's unconscious body into the back seat.
He was starting to revive.
We came to a red light.
I turned around and knocked him out again.
And we were on our way.
Finally, after endless minutes, we arrived.
I left Mike in the car and picked Lisa up.
I barged through the doors, yelling, "Help!! She's been cut at the throat!!"