Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

threatening."
    "Weren't you scared?"
    "To be honest, he scared the shits outta me, Alex. That rifle really flipped me. Then he snarled, Who the hell are you? and before I could answer, Are you the new kid he's been seeing? I nodded. What're you doing here, on my property? I held Paddles up for him to see. Getting this, to take to Alex in hospital , I replied. Gimme that , he screamed. No bloody way , I yelled, then tossed Paddles across the water, thankfully seeing him splash and disappear below before the bugger could aim a shot. Poor Paddles , I thought, hoping he'd survive okay."
    "He has, thanks to you," I said, rubbing his shell and then Drew's hand.
    "When I turned to him, he had the rifle aimed at my chest. He scanned me from head to water level, just below my knees, a couple of times, looking crazy. He screamed at me to move to those round rocks on the bank. He just raved, shouting things like he's gonna teach me a lesson and just like I did to them for stealing the orchard from me… this is mine… not his . I figured he was a gutless weakling needing a weapon and spinning his hate, his rage and fear to be dominant. I knew I could knock his brains outta him in a fistfight"
    "Drew, what did he mean by that, stealing the orchard from me... this is mine, not his? I don't understand"
    "I don't know, but Dad and your local lawyer will be in after lunch. Maybe they'll be able to tell you."
    "Okay, seems he was off his rocker."
    "He certainly seemed so, in my books. Anyway, I waded to the bank and stepped to the rocks, watching him still aiming the rifle on me. I faced him, seeing his gaze roam over me again from under his black bushy brows, noticing him lick his lips and his hands start to tremble. Take yer top off , he ordered. I did, and when he looked me over, I flexed my muscles and felt certain I saw doubt creep into his face. Yet, as I expected, because he believed he had the upper hand with that rifle in his hands, he demanded I drop my pants. I did, making sure I stepped out of them. I stood upright and swirled my cock at him, and turned and bent over and wiggled my arse at his face. I heard him approach, saying, Don't you fuckin' play games with me… and saw his feet come into view as I watched between my legs. He finally stopped behind me and when I saw his pants start to bag at his ankles, I sprung up and turned and smashed my fist into his chin."
    "Wow, what happened then?"
    "Hurt my hand to blazes, my punch did, but I stunned the bum. He lurched backwards, stumbled over and dropped the rifle. I picked it up by its barrel and swung the stock high, like swinging my cricket bat to hit a six. He screamed as I smashed the butt into his jaw as he tried to get up. Then I smashed the whole stock onto his chest, while he cried, No, please, don't hurt me and stuff like that. I kept hitting him, from his chest to his balls, and walloped his jaw again, telling him this is pay back for what he did to you and your mum, as well as for trying to rape me. I didn't stop until I heard Dad shout at me from above, at the same time hearing sirens in the distance. The prick was a bloody mess, just lying there jerking in pain and howling. I threw the rifle away as Dad scrambled down the bank, ran the short distance and threw his arms around my neck, relieved to know the bastard hadn't touched me."
    I could feel a rush of emotions and started sniffling. Drew rose, bent over and placed his cheek beside mine. I managed to say through all the crying noises and gunk in my mouth, "You're awesome." In that moment, I moved my lower arm for the first time, leaning my wrist against his side. He felt my fingers, twisted about to grip my hand and carefully lifted my whole arm around his neck, then returned his lips to mine. I felt so damned proud being in the arms of my superman and being able to cuddle him. I thanked him, telling him how happy I am that he whipped the bugger, whispering that I'm the only one who can touch him.
    He flexed his arms around me and kissed me, slid under my embrace and returned my arm to my side, then sat and continued. "That's when the shock hit me. I started shaking, feeling acute adrenaline rushes and leaned against Dad, standing there in his arms, still naked, until the cops arrived. Their presence sorta made me realise the danger and anger was over, yet also made me wonder how Dad and them turned up.
    "I showed the cops where I threw the rifle, while Dad rang Mum with the news. Later they told me the