:All You'll Ever Need: -- Beach

Mark had given a satisfied grunt as the knife sunk home in soft flesh, drawing blood. Though what victory he’d felt was soon removed as with lightning speed a punch was delivered breaking his nose in the process. Hands were raised in response to the blow but they did little to deflect the next few that came in. In seconds he was down and out for the count, sure to have a broken nose and possibly jaw from the strikes delivered him. Jimmy was already passed out from his own injuries, which left only Derek who was making fast work at trying to corral Desiree again and finish the job he’d started.

Desiree had no idea that Elden had heard her confrontation with Derek, wasn’t even sure he was within range when the words had been yelled but she was glad he’d heard the second ones, even if they had come too late. Though she had to focus, Derek was advancing on his hands and knees, hand reaching to grasp her arm and pulling her harshly back to him as his belt was unbuckled and she realized the fearful moment was upon her. Though it never came, one second she was staring up at the malice filled eyes of Derek and the next they’d gone nearly white with pain.

The next line of events happened so fast she wasn’t even sure what had occurred, Elden reaching in and grabbing Derek’s collar causing the younger man to fall backwards and out of the Escalade onto the hard ground, a few feet from where Mark laid moaning to himself, before going silent. ”You bastard, you stabbed me!” the dismay that he’d actually been struck evident almost as much as the bewildered belief that anyone would dare raise their hand to him; dare to forbid him what he wanted. ”Do you know who I am?! Do you!?!? Words thrown at the man as he advanced, though the fight that had flared up seemed to vanish as quickly as it came, crawling backwards because of his leg Derek stammered pleas to try and appease the beating he saw coming. ”Hey man you can have her, it was just a game anyways,” words thrown out though sure to do little to stop the rage coming over the marine now.

The two men had been removed from her line of sight though she could hear voices, shivering and feeling the crash from adrenaline forming Des called out, terrified that the voices talking were Jimmy or Mark or even worse Derek and that Elden was the one hurt. She’d heard someone yell they’d been stabbed but in her confused and overwhelmed state hadn’t been able to tell if it was Derek or Elden who’d spoken. Screaming out in fear she called for him, ”Elden! Oh my god Elden. Where are you?” Words yelled then recanted to herself in a quieter voice as legs curled to her chest and arms move around them to hide her barely clothed torso. She was rocking back and forth her head buried in her eyes muttering, scared she’d gotten him killed, worried they’d rape and kill her next, that she’d never see her mother again, she’d never get to tell Stan she was sorry or ride in Aunt Sway’s Lambo…her life was over.