Claire tried to manoeuvre free of Jake’s hold, but he was too strong. “Jake, I said you're HURTING me,” she said more insistently in her somewhat whiney voice.
“Yeah, yeah, sure,” he replied, loosening his grip slightly but not letting go. He liked the way Claire’s tits felt against his arm, and holding her like this just showed that creep Brian, and Claire too, that she was his, and he could touch her, even her tits, whenever and wherever and however he wanted.
Jake looked over at Claire protectively. Why wasn't Sharon doing anything? Was she waiting for Jake to hurt him? He knew she didn't like Claire, but she shouldn't just stand by when Jake was obviously bullying Claire just as much as he did him.
It occurred to Brian that painful as that might be, even if he had no real chance to stop Jake himself, by trying, even hopelessly, he could show Claire how wrong she was in going out with Jake instead of him. Anyway, even doing nothing he was already just an inch away from getting his nose busted. Better to do it for a good cause. He couldn't move out of Jake’s powerful hold, but he could move his feet.
“You heard her!” he said firmly (although not wanting to alert Sharon to his incipient heroism he didn't speak too loudly). “She said ease up!”
Jake couldn’t believe Brian was challenging him. He was even more surprised when Brian shifted his foot and kicked him hard just above his ankle.
“Hey! You fucking asshole! I have to run on that!” he snarled. He tossed Claire aside and grabbed Brian with both hands and started punching him, easily pushing his fists through Brian’s attempts to protect himself.
Sharon heard the fighting erupt and ran full speed out of the room to protect her brother, who was receiving the worst beating of his life. “Stop that!” she called loudly. “Leave him alone!” Jake turned to sneer at Sharon, to laugh at the thought that her words would have any effect on him, and then stopped cold as he took in her large, muscular body.
“What the fuck?” he said, dropping his attack on Brian. He put his hands up to keep Sharon back, but she pushed his hands aside and shoved him toward the door. He landed hard against it, cracking it and slumped to the floor. “Shit!” he cries and clutches his shoulder. “You broke my arm! You fucking broke my arm!”
Sharon frowned and walked slowly toward him. Did she really do that, or was he faking, looking to strike back? Could she just get him and that skank Claire out of the house now, or was this not quite over yet, or getting worse?
“Let me see,” she said cautiously and moved closer, keeping her hands out protectively while she took a better look.
Meanwhile, Brian’s attention was on Claire. When Jake pushed her away she had stumbled on a rug and fell, hitting her head hard against a marble table, and then dropped to the floor. She was still lying there, not moving at all. Brian knelt over her.
“Claire! Claire! Are you all right? Claire? Can you hear me?” She didn't respond. Brian felt her pulse but he didn't know what else to do to help, until he realized he could use his power. He concentrated on Claire, willing her to enhance her recuperative power and get better quickly. He visualized a lever inside him representing her body’s recovery and kept pushing it further and further to the right. He felt her pulse again. It was stronger, but she still wasn't moving. He remembered from biology class that nerve cells were different than other cells, that they didn't regenerate. Maybe her brain wasn't responding to her recuperative powers. Could her change that? He tried but he wasn't sure. At least he could enhance her senses, her perceptions. Maybe that would help get her going. He concentrated again. He could see her eyes moving beneath her eyelids. That was a good sign! He touched her cheek and closed his eyes, wanting to give her an extra boost, whatever it would take to bring her back to life. Which is why he didn't see that her eyes were now wide open, watching him intently.
“What arrre you doing?” she asked with her usual slightly annoyed tone of voice when he finally opened his eyes again to check whether he had succeeded.
Brian burst into a huge smile. “You're all right!” he exclaimed, looking with pleasure into Claire’s beautiful and startlingly alert eyes and oblivious to the beating his sister was giving Jake.
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