Gabriel's Inferno
This is it. I’m dead, she thought .
She couldn’t imagine a scenario in which she escaped without sustain-ing serious bodily harm or worse. Realizing that she couldn’t wait another second, she dropped the phone and opened the window, preparing to crawl out onto the roof and possibly to jump. Just as she was trying to swing herself over the windowsill, she saw Gabriel’s Jeep screech into the driveway.
He left the car running and tore across the lawn.
Gabriel shouted her name and Simon swore at him. Light, quick foot-falls reverberated from the staircase followed by the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and a torrent of curses. Something heavy fell to the floor. Someone tumbled down the stairs.
Julia crept over to her nearly destroyed door, straining to hear. The noises seemed to have moved outside. When she limped back to her window, she saw Simon lying on the front lawn. He was cursing and holding his nose.
She watched breathlessly as he lurched to his feet, blood pouring down his face. In the blink of an eye, blood from Simon’s nose mingled with blood from his mouth as Gabriel’s right hook split his lip, dislodging a few teeth.
“Asshole!” Simon spat out the teeth and lunged at Gabriel. Despite his obvious impairment, he was able to land a punch on Gabriel’s chest.
Gabriel reeled back, winded. Simon took another step forward, eager to capitalize on his opponent’s weakness. Gabriel recovered quickly, plow-ing into Simon’s stomach with his right and his left. Simon doubled over in pain and fell to his knees.
Gabriel straightened his shoulders slowly and cracked his neck to one side. He looked remarkably relaxed in his tweed jacket and Oxford shirt.
He looked as if he was on his way to a faculty meeting at the university and not presently kicking the ass of a senator’s son from Philadelphia.
“Get up,” Gabriel said in a voice that made Julia’s blood cool.
Simon moaned.
“I said get up!” Gabriel stood over him like an avenging angel, beautiful and terrible and absolutely without mercy.
When Simon didn’t move, Gabriel grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head back.
“If you even think about going near her again, I’ll kill you. The only reason you’re still alive is because it would upset Julianne to see me go to prison. And I’m not about to leave her alone after what you did to her, you sick motherfucker. If a photograph or a video of someone who even looks like her ends up on the internet or in a newspaper, I’ll come after you. I’ve gone ten rounds with a few Southies in Boston and lived to brag about it.
So don’t think that I will hesitate to smash your skull in next time.”
Gabriel reared back and his left uppercut shattered Simon’s jaw. Simon slumped onto the ground and remained perfectly still. Pulling a handker-chief out of the pocket of his wool trousers, Gabriel nonchalantly wiped the blood from his hands. At that moment, Julia appeared at the front door and hobbled out to meet him.
“Julia!” He caught her in his arms as she nearly fell down the stairs.
“Are you okay?”
He swung her to the ground carefully, clasping her to his chest.
“Julia?” He pushed her hair back so that he could see her. Her lips were red and swollen, there were scratches on her neck, her eyes were wild and was that…a huge bite mark?
That animal fucking bit her!
“Are you all right? Did he…?” Gabriel dropped his eyes to her clothing, fearing what he might see. But no, her clothing wasn’t ripped, and she was still dressed, mercifully, even though her shirt was unbuttoned.
He closed his eyes and thanked God that he hadn’t arrived any later.
Who knows what he would have found.
“Come with me,” he said firmly, removing his jacket and placing it around her shoulders. He quickly buttoned up her shirt and carried her to the passenger’s seat of the Jeep, closing the door behind her.
“What happened?” he asked as he climbed in beside her. Julia was clutching her injured ankle and muttering to herself.
“Julia?” When she didn’t respond, he reached over to brush the hair out of her eyes.
She flinched toward her door.
He froze. “Julia, it’s me. It’s Gabriel. I’m going to take you to the hospital. All right?”
She gave no indication that she’d heard him. And she wasn’t shaking or crying. She’s in shock, he thought . Gabriel pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
“Richard? Something happened to Julia.” He paused and looked over at her. “Her old boyfriend appeared, and he attacked her. I’m taking her to the hospital in Sunbury. Yes, you could meet us if you want to. See you there.”
Gabriel looked over at Julia, hoping she would make eye contact.
“Richard is going to meet us in Sunbury. He’s going to call a friend of his who is a doctor.”
When Julia didn’t respond, he dialed information to find the number of the Selinsgrove Fire Station. He left an urgent message for Tom, explaining what had happened and that he was taking Julia to the hospital.
It’s her god damned father’s fault. Why the fuck did he leave her by herself?
“I slapped him.” Julia’s voice, high and unnatural, broke into his thoughts.
“You what?”
“He kissed me…I slapped him. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll never do it again. I didn’t want to kiss him.”
She began to say the most bizarre things. She was murmuring about him kissing her and something about Natalie, and then something about him, Gabriel, not wanting her anymore because she’d been marked and she was going to be a lousy lay…
What the fuck did he do to her?
“Sssshhh, Beatrice. Look at me. Beatrice?”
It took a moment for the old nickname to sink in, but when it did she looked at him, her frantic eyes slowly focusing on his face.
“This isn’t your fault. Okay? It isn’t your fault that he kissed you.”
“I didn’t mean to cheat on you. I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
The tone of her voice, the panic in her eyes — Gabriel swallowed back bile.
“Julia, you didn’t cheat on me. All right? And I’m glad you hit him. He deserved it and much, much worse.” Gabriel shook his head, wondering with horror what had actually happened before his arrival.
When Richard arrived at the hospital, he found his son and Julia in the waiting room. Gabriel was stroking her hair and speaking to her softly.
It was a tender scene, but the level of intimacy between the two of them surprised him. Greatly.
While they waited for Richard’s friend to arrive, he gently examined her ankle. She yelped. Richard glanced sideways at Gabriel, who was gnawing on his knuckles in order to control his reactions.
“I don’t think your ankle is broken, but it’s certainly injured. Gabriel, why don’t you get us all a cup of tea and maybe some cookies?”
Gabriel pulled his knuckles out of his mouth. “I won’t leave her.”
“It will just take a minute. I want to speak to Julia.”
Gabriel nodded reluctantly and disappeared in the direction of the cafeteria.
Richard couldn’t help but notice her neck. The bite mark was obvious, the love bite less so. His eyes flickered to where his son had stood a moment before. The love bite was old, obviously from a day or two ago. Clearly, things between Gabriel and Julia were more intimate than he thought.
“Grace used to volunteer at this hospital. Did you know that?”
Julia nodded.
“Over the years, she served in a lot of capacities but most of her work was with victims of domestic abuse.” He sighed. “She saw a lot of sad cases, some of which involved children. Some of her cases ended in fatalities.”
He looked into Julia’s eyes. “I will tell you what Grace used to tell her patients. This is not your fault. It doesn’t matter what you did or what you didn’t do, you did not deserve this. And at this moment, I don’t know when I’ve been more proud of my son.”
She looked down at her injured ankle and remained silent.
A moment later, a pleasant-looking Asian gentleman walked up to them.
“Richard,” he said, extending his hand.
Richard sprang to his feet, shaking his friend’s hand. “Stephen, I’d like to introduce you to Julia Mitchell. She’s a friend of the family. Julia, this is Dr. Ling.”
Stephen nodded and directed a nurse to help Julia to an examination room. He followed shortly thereafter, assuring Richard that he would treat her as if she were his own daughter.
Knowing that Julia was in good hands, Richard decided to walk to the cafeteria to join his son. As he entered the hallway, he could hear Gabriel arguing with Tom Mitchell. Loudly.
“I think I’m a better judge of character than you are.” Tom was in Gabriel’s face, trying to physically intimidate him, but Gabriel met him toe to toe.
“Well, clearly you aren’t, Mr. Mitchell, or I wouldn’t have had to drag that animal out of your house before he raped your daughter in her own fucking bedroom.”
“Gentlemen, this is a hospital. Take it outside.” Richard was stern as he walked toward them.
Tom acknowledged his friend briefly then turned back to Gabriel.
“I’m glad Julia is okay. And if you rescued her, then I owe you. But I just got a phone call from a police officer telling me that you beat the shit out of Senator Talbot’s son. How do I know you didn’t start the whole thing? You’re the drug addict!”
“I’ll take a drug test.” Gabriel’s eyes flashed. “I have nothing to hide.
Instead of worrying about the senator’s son, don’t you think you should be a little more concerned about your daughter? Protecting Julianne was your job. Your job as a father. And you’ve been doing a lousy fucking job of it her whole life. Christ, Tom. How could you have sent her back to live with her mother when she was a little girl?”
Tom clenched his fists so hard he nearly burst the blood vessels in his hands. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, so you need to shut the hell up. You’ve got some nerve lecturing me about my daughter. You’re just a cokehead with a history of violence. I don’t want you anywhere near her, or I’ll have you arrested.”
“I don’t know what I’m talking about? Come on, Tom, get your head out of your ass! I’m talking about all those men traipsing in and out of the apartment in St. Louis, fucking your ex-wife in front of your little girl. And you did absolutely nothing. In fact, you finally rescue her before she becomes another statistic for child molestation, and then you send her back. Why?
Was she a delinquent nine-year-old? Was she too needy? Or were you too busy being volunteer fire chief!”
Tom looked at Gabriel with an expression of utter hatred. It took all of his self-control to keep from either punching Gabriel’s lights out or grabbing his hunting rifle from his truck and shooting him. But he wasn’t about to do either around the corner from a waiting room full of witnesses. Instead, he swore at Gabriel a few more times and stomped over to the Admissions desk to make arrangements to pay for Julia’s hospital bill.