When Darcy charged at him like a Winged Hussar, Jake sure was surprised of such wrath and ire, so bold a woman in action had he never experienced before.
If he didn't want to get completely rolled over flat and be immersed in a punitive flood, he had to react quick and swift in great agility, so he jumped up as fast as he could from his pleasant seat (his favourite chair) and braced himself for the big impact of this giant tsunami thundering into him without mercy.
Unfortunately, his reaction was too slow and his bracing positioning of defence was set up too late and thus was still incomplete; at the time she pushed him with her hands like a mad bull, his arms were not positioned properly to fend her off, so she could freely push him over, without him having the possibility to catch up her hands and absorb the blow of her charge.
''Ah—'' He shouted as she shoved him cleanly back into his chair. Jake almost fell with his back on the arm pad of his beloved chair, fortune was with him, and he fell in a good way just a little bit next to it on a rescue cushion laying in the chair, so the hard landing did not do as much pain as it could have been. ''Darcy, stop—''
''Shut up, you can have it full-on now, you arrogant asshole!'' She screamed furiously, her face red like a feral flare; it was as if smoke was fuming from her ears. She has become the devil! Jake thought in dread.
The situation had escalated in a very, véééry bad way; his position was dire. What has gotten into her! Why is she so high in emotions? Was she that dependant.... is she to this day, after so many months of faintly flickering contact between us still that obsessed with me?! Why does she still care so much about me, about this wrecked, benefits-only relationship?!
Jake now finds himself sitting half-assed, dented and stretched out in the chair - luckily the chair did not fall backwards into the floor from the impact of an eighteen-year-old young-man falling harshly on it – after being hit full-on by that crazy girl who was just minutes ago his twisted, pain in the ass girlfriend, a toxic presence in his life that he for long wanted to distance himself from but did not dare to....
Well, just now she turned into his hot-tempered and violent ex-girlfriend, a metamorphose he had wished to prevent at all costs, as he had for several weeks been (slothfully, in easy-going pace) planning to break up with her cleanly and in peaceful manner— Something that had failed hard.... and right now, he finds himself in great peril, as his once-girlfriend is now pertinaciously, without even the slightest of chill lashing out at his precious face with the flat of her hand like a bonobo going berserk.
''Argh,'' he agonized after each vicious spank, while still feeling his spine spinning in grave ache (from his fall from grace moments earlier), like it curled ten times over already.
His knees are spread all-out, one arm of his rests firmly on the armrest of the chair holding it tight as if it were a lifebuoy and his other arm lay down flat and limp after his collapse; it rested half-twisted downwards, partially on his thigh and lower back; this arm caught the fall badly and he felt a light aching there, probably sprained a little.
All in all, Darcy had for a few seconds complete freedom to paint his face with some nasty bruises; she hitted him three times in total; on his right cheek, right above his right eye and left temple.
''Take that.... and that! You shameless manwhore!''
He prepared himself to stand up, to counter that rain of hellfire....
Jake was really pissed off, like really, réááálly pissed off. ''Now, fuck off, you crazy bitch!'' he said in battered-off voice, while for the first time successfully fending off a mean whiplash from her by catching up her blow and grabbing her arm just below her elbow. He managed to hold her tight, and he successfully hooked her to him, into his chest.
He then putted his other arm around the mad dog and settled her imprisoned in a strong root. He was finally standing up again, even though is standing position was still a bit unstable. ''Stop your rampage, calm the fuck down!''
''Let go off me you swine! Let go! Let go—!'' Darcy screamed dramatically. ''You have no right to hold me like this! Take your punishment in dignity, like a man!''
Seriously, what is this woman rambling about?!
''Let me go! Let me go!''
''Only if you calm down and stop resisting!'' Jake said angrily, while he saw - very regrettably - in the corner of his right eye that both his little brothers had come to watch the wild and scandalous scene.
His brother of fourteen years old Luke laughed the struggle in full cheer on, while his little brother of five years old Willem watched the primitive fighting between the former lovebirds with abhorrence and big eyes, his cute bunny cuddly toy pressed tightly in his arms, as he shifted nervously from one feet to the other. ''Darcy, my brothers are also in the room! Behave yourself! Please....''
''What?! I need to behave myself? What about you?! You terrible whoreman!'' She continued to scream vigorously.
Jake feared she would just not stop, that she was in a full-blown, all-or-nothing tantrum that would last till the end of days.
She struggled desperately, trying to free herself from his mighty grasp; that blockade of multiple muscles obnoxiously hindering her way out of the narrow bay into the open sea.
She screamed, she pulled, she hit and pushed like an infantile child that doesn't get its way, with all her strength, and with all her power.
Nothing helped. He was just too strong. No wonder, he had been going to the gym for at least three times a week, for the last five years and he had also played football for about thirteen years. His abs are stacked in an anvil of rock-solid steel. No way this mad dog is going to free herself from his iron grip.
''Let go, let go! I did nothing wrong! You have no right to hold me like this! Let go!''
Luke cheered her on: ''Go on, Darcy! You can bite him too! Chicken fight! Chicken fight!''
''You shut up and go back to your room and take Willem with you! Don't let him see this mess! Quick, take him with you and leave! This is not a show!'' Jake sneered angrily at him.
After Luke had delivered the handy tip of using the bite-method, the rage-bewildered woman threatened Jake with: ''I will bite if you don't let me go! Really!''
''No, Darcy, you won't, calm down.... This is not you, just calm down and I will let you go, it is for my own safety to hold you in this clamp, okey? Please....''
At this moment, like a miracle, it seemed Darcy came to her senses, since she stopped bashing herself in all directions. It seemed she now suddenly realised the gravity of her behaviour— that biting someone as an adult is very low and poor behaviour, not befitting for a righteous, justice-seeking woman as herself. She still kept pushing him though, but that was half as bad as before.
''You terrible cheater....'' she moaned emotionally.
The situation had unfortunately already - to his great regret - escalated in a way Jake felt very uncomfortable about; this whole situation was just awful, a humiliating shit show, but thank the gods a thousand times over that it finally calmed down!
Adults, like him - he is just barely eighteen years old but already counts himself in that bracket - should not behave so shamefully!
His mind dreaded by the thought that that little pest - his brother Luke of whom he now wished (in this moment heated-up moment) never had been born - was going to tell everything to his mother.
No way he was going to stay silent on it, he will definitely tell everyone. Like really everyone: his friends, their parents, and their friends, all the teachers, strange bystanders at the supermarket, it didn't matter who or what it was - that brat would even tell the the trees (if nobody was there to listen to all his chitter-chatter). He would announce his fight with Darcy - that horrible clown fiesta - to the whole world with all his heart and every zap of energy in his body if he could. That horrible, drama-loving gremlin of mischief was not capable of keeping his mouth zipped!
Of course, after Jake had said 'go back to your room', the brat did not listen and kept staying with a broad smile on his scampy face, the small Willem kept pulling his shirt softly (in a demeanor of good-willed nature with regard for the oldest brother), as a subtle signal to the middle brother that leaving might be the best way, of course in the hopes of avoiding future retaliation from a torn-stricken oldest sibling. Luke did not mind the subtle clue, as the contentious brat did not fear his older brother in the slightest— for now, but if this quarrelsome quarrel if over, Jake thought vengeful, I will beat some hard-needed submission into that rascal's hollow head.
Luckily for Jake it seemed now that the mad dog had blowed off most of her steam, he felt her resistance weaken bit by bit, and she was not furiously ragnarokking her way out of his rooting grip anymore.
.... And maybe the best part of it all was that she stopped swearing so intensely and vulgar anymore. Unfortunately, little Willem had already heard most of her arsenal of venomous vomit. He was still standing there watching, his face full of awe, his body frozen in a posture of silent shock.
Shit, this is really not something he should have seen, that poor precious soul already dirtied by this disgrace of human behaviour. If only I could turn back time, then I would have had the courage and the will to break up with Darcy sooner, at a different place. If only I wasn't so neglecting and lazy on my handling of this ill-fated dreglow-relationship....
''Darcy, I am sorry,'' Jake tried to soothe the situation downforthwards into a state of flat sea. ''I have been too neglecting of the situation. I know. I'm so sorry for that.''
''Too late for sorrys,'' Darcy now said in a low, high emotional tone, her now steamed-off voice trembling from high-bound tension. ''Look what you have made do!''
''I know, I know,'' Jake said, wholeheartedly willing to compromise and give her small crumbs of admitting's, on behalf of his little brother's (hopefully) still pure conscience. ''Darcy, I was stupid, I should have been clearer with you. It was not respectful of me to keep you in the dark for so long, regarding our strained and low-profile relationship these last few months.''
He slowly brought himself and the tormented girl to the floor, where they now both sat; he on his knees and she in his arms. She was not resisting anymore. Thank God.
''You are all to blame! You know that right?! You, and only you!'' She said, as she gripped the hem of his hoodie tightly.
''Yes, yes.... I know Darcy, I know.''
Darcy began to cry. Jake kept holding her.
''It's so unfair! So unfair! I hate you Jake! I really hate you!''
''I'm sorry Darcy, I am so truly sorry.... trust me on that.''