Rescue Me - Bondi Rescue Fanfic

Chapter 17

A gasp escaped my throat as Whippet flew forward at Mark.

A low grunt escaped Mark as he was forced back against the wall by the fridge.

My eyes followed the silver dagger that was clenched in Marks hand as he forced back Whippet.

Suddenly regaining the use of my legs I fled for the phone. Picking it up out of its holder, my hands shook as I dialled 000. Bringing the phone to my ear I looked back at the scene unravelling behind me.

My heart pounded as a bead of sweat fell down Whip's forehead. The dishes and vase of flowers that were sitting on the kitchen island was pushed off when Mark pushed Whippet against it. A loud crash followed.

A cut was seeping blood on Whippet's right cheek from the blade that Mark was still holding on to tightly.

Tears fell down my cheeks as the phone continued to ring. What felt like forever had only been a couple of seconds.

I looked down at the phone to check I had actually dialled 000 and not 911 when I heard a loud smack and deep gasp from Whippet.

I spun around and the phone dropped to the floor.

"No!" I screamed

Mark had Whippet pinned to the floor, the blade only a few centimetres from his face. Whippet was holding and trying to force back his hand

"Mark, stop!!" I screamed, desperation creeping into my voice

"Sam" Whippet gasped "Go" he said, continuing to struggle against Marks weight

"No" I sobbed "I don't know what to do" I continued, feeling helpless

"Look away" he breathed

"Whi-"

"Look away Sam" He said, his voice stern as his hand began to shake under the pressure of holding up Marks muscle built arm

"Mark, please!" I screamed

"Listen to you're boyfriend Sammy" Mark warned, his voice holding an evil tone.

And I knew I should have listened to Whippet. I really do. But there was no way in hell I was going to let the man I was in love with die because of a mistake I made 3 years ago.

My feet flew me forward and I flung myself at Mark. He gave what sounded like a grunt/gasp as he toppled off Whippet and into the wall.

I kicked the knife out of his hand and it spun across the floor

"Sam, no" Whippet gasped

Before I could turn to look back at Whippet, Mark had me by the hair. He brought my face close to his, blood was oozing out of a cut on his lower lip and his breath smelt strong of liquor.