#chip 68 kill

The pleading look in his eyes he always got when you saw new marks from Liza shone as he lowered his voice. “Please, don’t say anything, Y/N. I swear it’s okay.”

You snorted, brushing past him. He always pissed you off saying that and you always had a hard time not charging into his bedroom and giving Liza a taste of her own medicine.

“You know it’s not okay just because you’re a guy, right? What if I showed up all fucked up and bruised one day?” You went straight for his discolored fridge, not having eaten since last night. As you opened the door, there was no sound from Chip. When you looked up after finding an empty refrigerator, you saw the disquietude etched on his face and the fear in his eyes. You knew it was a real worry to have, you and your boyfriend fought enough and Chip had helped to fill and fixing multiple broken walls or windows due to the liveliness of your fights.

You instantly regretted planting the seed in his head, hovering closer to him. “He’s not hurting me, and he never has. I promise.” You were about to reach out and touch his shoulder before you heard Liza’s voice.

“What y’all talkin’ about in here?” Her voice was grating and felt like salt added to an injury when you saw Chip’s face. She had such a smug look on her face you were having a hard time keeping a neutral one on.

When you saw how stiff and afraid Chip was, you put on a sweet smile.

“Just askin’ if you guys want me to run to the grocery store. Your fridge is empty.” You stepped away from Chip, going to go sit on the futon they used as a couch and that you used to sleep on when you stayed over.

“Thanks for checking, sweety. You can do whatever you want cuz your ass ain’t stayin’ here.” She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t expecting a challenge since no one ever gave her one. Liza was in for a surprise.

“You know, I’m pretty sure this is Chip’s place and you’re not on the paperwork, so if anyone is going to tell me to leave, it’s going to be Chip.” Not your skank ass. You added in your head, feeling every hair on your body stand on end and every muscle tense as you were ready for her to jump for you.

Instead, she just cocked her head back before a smile like sugar slid on her face. “Oh, Okay then. Chip, honey.” Liza’s eyes fell on the terrified Chip and you instantly understood your mistake. You looked to Chip, wide-eyed. Surely he would choose you over her. You had been friends for years whilst He and Liza had only been together for a few months.

He wouldn’t meet your eyes, only looking between his feet and Liza. Clearly, he wasn’t responding fast enough because a gun appeared in Liza’s manicured hands from the back of her shorts which had been concealed to you until now.

“Jesus what the fuck, Liza!” You lifted your hands above your head in alarm as Chip raised his hands like he was trying to calm a cornered animal.

“Liza, plea-” He began to plead, taking a small step towards her before she pointed the gun at him.

“Someone make a fucking decision before one of ya’ll get shot.” Her face was more serious than you had seen it ever before and that sent a cold finger down your spine and made your face turn red the way it did when you found yourself in deep trouble.

“Look, I’ll-” You started but was interrupted by Chip.

“She used to rob houses for a living, she can help us.”  He explained and Liza nodded, an impressed look on her face.

“Chip! What the fuck! What the-” You ran your hands through your hair, rocking on your feet in shock. “You can’t just- I don’t do that anymore. It’s been years.” You were near ready to knock him on his ass but he was your best friend and admittedly, trying to save your life. Or limbs. “Oh my god.” You whispered softly, hiding your face in your hands.

Liza laughed, taking the hand that was holding the gun and rubbing your shoulder with it, pulling you into some weird hug that was probably meant to be comforting but it just made you want to scream and run. You looked to Chip, your mouth falling open in shock.

He just looked at you pleadingly, the expression being wiped away immediately as Liza freed you from your weird hug.

“Alright, she can stay.” She sashayed over to chip, her hands skimming over his skin playfully before she kissed his still lips. “You know I would never hurt you, right, baby?” She smiled, running a finger down his chest and stomach.

You turned away, already beyond uncomfortable and irate. When the kissing and whispering stopped, Liza brushed past you to the bedroom. It was obvious Chip was supposed to follow her but there was business you need to resolve with him before you let him go anywhere and he knew it.

Chip stood still other than the slight fidgeting with the hem of his thin jean button up. You paced back and forth in front of the futon, running your fingers through your hair.

“Chip, what the fuck? What the fuck? Please, explain what the hell is happening. What does my past have to do with me fucking staying here? What is Liza getting you into?” You brought your voice down to a harsh whisper, trying to keep your eyes off of him because you knew once you looked at him your anger would melt away.

“I-I don’t know. She’s planning to steal some money from one of her clients. No one is going to get hurt, okay? It’s a huge amount and we could all get better lives with it.” He reached out and you almost jumped. If Liza saw him just looking at you how he was, kindly and gently, she would lose her shit. A touch was enough to get him beat. It still felt good to feel his comfort again. A moment like this with Chip was rare since Liza had come into his life so you cherished his touch for the few seconds it was there.

Your anger melted and all that was left was the worry. “Chip, that’s what they always say. No one is supposed to get hurt, and then people get fucking hurt. Everyone gets their god damn cut, and then only one person does.” You shook your head. It was a situation you were all too familiar with and the part of the reason you ended your criminal career, plus prison. “Chip, you can’t do this, okay? I’m-” What would you do if he did this? What could you do? Could you change his mind?

Liza had pretty much taken over his mind since they started dating. You weren’t as close as you used to be and you always tried not to think about it, but maybe now was the time to confront it.

“Look, I know you got burned and things went shit last time you did something like this-” Chip started, not meeting your eyes but watching his hands as they moved while he spoke.

“So, you just get to decide to put me back in a life I don’t want to be in? You get to decide that I’m going to help you commit a crime that I know is going to end horribly? Chip, I’d rather be at home or on the streets than part of this mess.” You pressed your palms into your eyes, flopping down onto the couch. You had nowhere to go if you left. Homeless and Women’s shelters were always full in this area and going home wasn’t an option unless you wanted to end up like Chip.

You heard him sniffling, and then the sound of his clothes ruffling as he wiped his nose and eyes. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry. It...I shouldn’t have said that I just know you have nowhere to go but here and I- I wasn’t going to make you do anything I just wanted to convince Liza.” He swallowed, running a hand through his greasy, wild hair. “Liza...Liza is good for her word though, and- and if you do this you could move out of here. We could leave.”

You know what he meant. He wanted you to leave your boyfriend and this dump of a trailer park once you all got your cut of the money. One thing didn’t sit well with you, though.

“Does ‘We’ include Liza?” You uncovered your eyes, looking up at his blurry eyes. His face fell immediately.

“Chip, get the FUCK in here!” Liza bellowed from their bedroom, getting impatient with their talking. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest and slouching back.

“Look, Y/N, We can talk about it some more later, alright. I’ll, uh, I’ll be back.” He gave you those puppy dog eyes before calling out to Liza “On my way, Babe!”

He slunk away and you heard the door of his bedroom shut behind him. A sigh escaped your lips as you sunk deeper into the futon. This was all a mess and you didn’t know whether to stay or get up and walk out of the door. The only thing keeping you here was that you needed to get Chip out of this situation.

You pressed your palm to your forehead, licking your lips before sucking your top lip in as tears pricked your eyes. You didn’t want him to end up like you. You didn't want to even end up like you. Liza was a crazy bitch, though. If you ran off with Chip who fucking knew what she would do. If you run far enough could she do anything, though?

Your hand dragged down your face, tugging at your skin as the stress steeped in your mind. You were going to get both of you out of here. It didn’t matter how.

Your eyes had only been closed for a minute when you heard a crash and yelp come from Chip’s room. You had been blocking out all the moaning and screaming from Liza, but the noises you just heard made you sit up straight from your previous position as you listened closely for more indicators to the situation.

“Liza, Please. I-” Muffled pleads followed by the sound of hard flesh hitting flesh and that's all you needed.

You bolted up, scanning the room for anything and smiling as your eyes landed on a baseball bat. Normally you didn’t take pleasure in violence, but this situation was different. You took the baseball bat in your hands and sauntered down the hallway to their room, hearing Liza through the door.

“Why are you crying? You don’t like it when I hit you? Fucking pussy.” Another hit and Chip’s whimper.

You barreled through the door, seeing Liza still on top of Chip. If your adrenaline wasn’t pumping so furiously in your veins you would have hesitated, been embarrassed, but all you could think of right now was what spots to hit first.

“What the fuck do you think you’re-” Liza turned towards you, her hand on Chip’s throat. She smirked seeing the baseball bat in your hand. “Awe, Chippy needs a lady to-”

Her sentence was cut off both by Chip yelling your name as you began your swing and the blow that landed on the back of her skull followed by a metallic clang. She cried out, reaching for the injury as she slumped off of Chip’s body.

“Y/N, Y/N! Please, stop!” Chip sat up before rising out of the bed to grab your shoulders but you shook him off. Liza was trying to find her gun and you couldn’t let her get a weapon, and knocking her out would give you time to tie her up and Chip time to pack. You pushed him away, jumping over the mattress and bringing another blow down upon Liza’s skull.

A short cry left her lips before she slumped over, the visceral force of your hit vibrating through the bat and up your arms. Blood ran from her scalp to the carpet and she wasn’t getting back up so you pointed at Chip who stood battered and shocked on the other side of the room.

“Do you guys have any handcuffs or rope? I need to tie her up.” You looked down at her limp body, pushing her onto her back to check her breathing. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, she was still breathing.

“Y/N, what the fuck! Oh my god, is she dead? Liza!” Chip was over the bed in a second, dropping down to Liza’s level and shaking her shoulders. He pressed his hands to the open, bleeding wounds on her head. “Liza, baby, wake up…”

Was he really crying? You shook your head and sighed, rubbing your free hand over your face.

“Chip, I’m saving your life. She is still alive. I need something to tie her up with. Now.”

“Y/N, You just knocked my fucking girlfriend out! What-” He stood up, getting close enough that you felt his breath on your face. “-What do you mean “tie her up’? What are you fucking doing?”

You flinched back, cringing away from him. All the memories of your boyfriend doing the exact same thing rushed to the forefront of your mind before you batted them away.

“I’m saving your fucking life. Yes, I knocked her out. What was she going to do to you? Do you know what happens to people like you? You either get killed or you end up on the fucking streets. Now get the fucking rope and pack your shit, Chip. If you don’t, you will never see me again.” You hissed, trying to keep your voice down since other humans inhabited the area too. The last thing you needed was cops.

You watched the cogs turning in his head before he set into motion, going through some drawers before pulling out some cliche fluffy handcuffs. You rolled your eyes, finding yourself chuckling as you took them from him and handcuffed Liza’s unconscious body to the bed frame. Chip was busy packing clothing into a bag, so you sat down, letting your head fall into your hands.

You were crashing from adrenaline, and the weight of the situation was hitting you. You were going to run away from home like a fucking teenager after knocking a woman unconscious with a bat and handcuffing her to the bed. You could only hope she didn’t die.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled into your palms, dragging your hands down your face before dragging yourself back onto your feet. “Okay, let's just get to my place and I’ll- I’ll grab some clothes and money and we can take my van.” You let out a deep breath, shaking your hands to brush off some of the energy.

“Y/N, maybe we should sit down for a minute, you look really worked up.” He hovered near you, stepping over Liza’s slumped body to cautiously put a hand on your shoulder. It was so gentle and quick, it was almost as if he was afraid Liza would wake up as soon as he touched you.

“I’m fine, we don’t have a lot of time. We need to go, like, now.” You grabbed his hand, your heart pounding all of a sudden.

You dragged him behind you and out of the house, the bat in your free hand. You weren’t sure whether your boyfriend would be home or not and if he was, he was either going to let you go or he was going to get bashed.

“My van should be unlocked, jump in. I don’t know if he’s home or not.” You squeezed Chip’s hand, starting to let go before he pulled you back. You were face to chest with him now, the scent of his sweat and musky cologne filling your senses. You weren’t sure whether to cringe or revel in it.

“Are you sure you want to go in alone? I mean, he can barely handle it when you want to go to the store alone.” He met your eyes, his filled with anxiety. It was so sweet, you wanted to laugh but you didn’t.

You just nodded at your bat. “I got this baby. If I need any help, I’ll call.” You winked and smiled before he let you go and you entered your house.

Sure as hell, you boyfriend was slouched on the sofa in all his drunk glory. As soon as his eyes fell on you, his face contorted in ugly rage as he stood and stumbled towards you.

“Where the fuck have you been? You fucking bitch, just walking out like that. I should kick your fucking head into the wall.” His spit landed all over your face and you made the mistake of flinching away. “That’s what I fucking thought, you dumb whore. Running out with Chippy boy again, huh?” He was pressing against you, puffing his chest out and raising his voice even more. You had to start backing up as he forced your steps. “I should fucking kill him.”

“You won’t do shit!” You shouted, as loud as your voice would go. You lifted the bat, raising it over your shoulder and side swinging it to connect with his jaw.

A meaty clunk resounded and you felt it in your arms. You lifted the bat again.

“You fucking bi-” Your boyfriend started before another hit fell on his cheek. The clunk was accompanied by the sound of a tooth being knocked out and hitting a wall before dropping to the floor. Blood splattered the floor and wall.

A roar of anger sounded from the man in front of you and all you could feel is the sweat on your skin and the cold claw running up your spine.

His hand raised and he grabbed you by your hair, tugging hard so he could press you against the wall. You couldn’t get enough force to swing and actually hurt him now. His beer-breath filled your senses, making you wish you could smell Chip again.

“I’m going to beat the fucking shit out of you.” You could feel his growl in your chest, and it made you shudder. He lifted his fist and you knew you had to think fast. You gripped the bat higher up than usual with one hand and let the other one stay at the grip. You let out a furious shout as you forced the bat into his ribs hard enough to make him grunt and stumble.

Blood dripped onto the floor from his nose and mouth and splattered the walls as he coughed. You growled, raising the bat again and swinging to hit his skull. He ducked out of the way, but stumbled and fell to the floor as he did. He wiped the blood from his face, cowering back.

“Baby, baby. I’m so sorry. I didn’t-” He began pleading and you felt an anger rise in you similar to that of fire.

“SHUT UP!” The cry tore itself from your throat as you swung downwards. He slumped almost immediately, vibrations shaking your arm as you swung downward, again and again, blood splattering your face and chest, the sounds of metal hitting flesh and bone echoing around in your brain.

“Y/N, Y/N!! Stop!” Chip’s voice sounded through the fog moments before his arms restrained you. “He’s down, it’s okay. It’s alright, calm down.” He hushed you, rocking you side to side away from the body.

“I gotta- I gotta get my stuff.” You mumbled, breaking out of his hold and stumbling towards your room.  

You could hear Chip sigh behind you but shrugged it off. You both needed to get out of this place. You grabbed a suitcase and backpack, shoving clothing and important documents in them. You kneeled to the floor at the bottom of your closet, carving out the hole you had made years before from the wall. You reached in and felt for the bag. Luckily it was there and thick as it should be. You shoved it into your backpack before rushing out of the room.

“Alright, I have everything. Let’s go.” You slung the backpack over your shoulders, rushing through the hallway towards the door and grabbing Chip’s hand and your keys on the way out.

“Where are we gonna go?” Chip asked in a small voice after you had packed everything up and started the car.

“Wherever we want to, Chip.” You nodded in affirmation, turning the key in the ignition and leaving the trailer park behind you both.

“What about money?” He finally looked up at you as you spoke but you kept your eyes on the road.

“I have money saved from previous robberies and my job in my backpack. We are going to be fine, Chip. We can go anywhere. Uh, In America that is.” You pressed the knob to turn the radio on, heavy guitar riffs and crashing cymbals filling the background noise.

“How long have you been planning this?”

“I wouldn’t say I’ve been planning this. I did plan to run off, get away from this shit place, but…” You glanced over at him. “Uhm, Stuff came up. So, I stayed. I kept saving up, though, hoping one day...things...would change.” You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel as you pulled onto the highway, speeding up. “I didn’t plan to hurt anyone.” Your voice broke and you cursed yourself.

You didn’t. You just thought once Chip left Liza or visa versa, you could both leave. You weren’t sure if you had feelings for him or not, but you couldn’t imagine your life without the sensitive, goofy man. Liza had crushed him and in turn, crushed you.

You were startled by the feeling of Chip’s hand reaching and grabbing your free hand. You looked his way, glancing back and forth between the road and him.

“I’m….I’m not glad you hurt people but I’m glad we’re doing this. I’m glad we are leaving.” His voice was soft and sincere, cracking and here and there.

“Me too, Chip. Me too.” You couldn’t help but smile, and neither could Chip.