Page 32 of Undefeated

Don’t steal, don’t take advantage of people, don’t harm people, and don’t intimidate or threaten people. As a general matter of law, that sums it up just about everywhere. Every law falls within one of those categories, regardless of where you reside.

The punishment varies from country to country. Some countries cut the hands off of thieves. Others place them in jail. Even countries that look at women as a substandard form of life do not allow them to be harmed or taken advantage of against their will.

I know many women that have attempted to file charges against their boyfriends or husbands for abuse. Almost every occasion ended up with the woman filing charges a second time for a crime much worse - because the first occurrence went unpunished. A man that intimidates or beats a woman, generally speaking, does not want to be confronted by a man who is willing to stand up for the woman or her rights.

Men who abuse woman, without exception, are cowards.

I like to remind them of the fact that they’re cowards. It satisfies me.

After we first met, Dekkar and I found this to be a common belief between us. A week or so after we met the first time, we ate lunch together. The conversation immediately went to our system of beliefs. His strongest belief is the fact that women are not to be abused, ever - verbally, mentally, morally, or physically. I believed the exact same thing. He was able to describe many circumstances when he became involved in an attempt to resolve a domestic issue that included a woman in need.

I was astonished. It was the one thing that brought us closer to each other - a similar belief in what we understood to be moral. Additionally, we both believed that an outside influence often worked much better than filing a domestic violence charge with police.

Stepping in and resolving an issue with a man’s abuse of a woman didn’t necessarily require violence. It always depended on the circumstances. Violence breeds violence, and violence is never the ultimate answer. It is, however, a useful tool in some circumstances.

“Whoa!” he screamed as I walked into the living room of the house.

“How the fuck did you get in here? I’ll call the cops,” he yelled.

“Turn off that fucking television and shut the absolute fuck up,” I said as I pulled the hood off of my head.

He sat and stared at me as if in shock. I reached down and picked up the remote control from the floor and turned off the television. As I did, he started to stand up.

“You aren’t going to call anyone, you don’t have a phone. Sit the fuck down. You and I are going to have a long talk,” I said as I dangled Kace’s keys from my fingertips.

He stood and stared at me as I walked across the living room and sat down in the chair beside the couch.

“This is my house…”

I interrupted him before he finished, “Say one more God damned word without me asking you a question. One fucking more, just one. I’ll knock every tooth out of your mouth and wear ‘em around my neck on a chain. Say something. Anything.”

Silently, he slowly lowered himself onto the couch.

“That’s it, just sit down. I need to talk to you while you’re able to comprehend it. Later you’ll be more liable to forget what I say,” I said as I pointed to the couch.

He wiggled uncomfortably on the couch, burrowing a little deeper into the cushions.

“This is about Kace and what you did to her today. I talk, you listen. Understand?” I asked as I unzipped my Jacket.

He nodded. His head had a knot on it about the size of a tangerine.

I stood up and pulled my hoodie over my head. Purposely, I didn’t wear a shirt. I sat back down into the chair, laid the hoodie down, and flexed my biceps just to make sure he knew what may be coming later.

“I don’t like you. People like you make me make me want to spend my life in prison for murdering them. The only thing preventing me from doing it is the fact that being in prison would keep me from finding another piece of shit like you and doing this all over again. Believe it or not, I enjoy this. The satisfaction I get from stopping you from abusing another woman is the same satisfaction most men get from fucking, multiplied by about ten. Remember, not a word unless I ask you,” I rolled my shoulders and popped my neck.

He sat and stared.

“Now, when I start talking, you’re naturally going to want to say something to defend yourself. I wouldn’t advise that. If you do, I’m going to get up, come over there, and beat on you. Eventually, I’m going to do it anyway. If you try talking your way out of this, it’s just going to make it last a really long time. If you keep your mouth shut, I’m going to sit here and just talk - at least for now. Understand?”

He nodded.

“Men that abuse women are fucking pussies. They’re the lowest form of life that exists. Talking down to women, screaming at them, intimidating them, or physically harming them in any way is abuse. Abuse isn’t going to be tolerated by me, ever,” I took a slow breath and looked him over.

Talking to this asshole wasn’t setting very well with me. It was all I could do to look at this guy. Knowing that eventually I was going to knock at least one of his teeth out was extremely satisfying.

“You’ve spent the last ten years intimidating Kace, and you’re done. Completely. The shit that went on here this afternoon is the last of it. You’ll never speak to her again for any reason. You will make no effort to contact her, ever. You will not approach her, call her, text her, or have any of your friends attempt to do so. Understand?” I asked as I rubbed my hands on the thighs of my jeans.

He nodded.