Page 10 of Mayhem and Minnie

And again.

Blood pours down his face, and something drops to the ground. I assume it’s a tooth.

Good.

“She says you’re not her father.”

“Lying whore!”

I slam his face again.

My urges are right beneath the surface as I see the blood pool down. His features are contorted in pain, and glee erupts inside of me at the sight.

Ah, how I’ve missed this.

I slam his face again.

Another tooth falls.

I smile.

It’s dark, and I cannot see too well, but I assume it’s an incisor, maybe a canine.

Maybe next I can get a molar out of him. Then he’ll remember me whenever he tries to chew something.

Yet just as the darkness inside of me rises, my sense returns with a vengeance, stamping down on it.

This won’t work. I need to stop.

It’s too public. I’m basically assaulting a man in the middle of a highway.

I don’t do that—or at least, I didn’t.

Until now.

I release an annoyed sigh.

With great disappointment, I let go of the man and step back.

Glancing back, I note the girl is watching me with an odd look on her face.

She’s shivering. Her slight body is almost blue from the cold.

It’s not your business to care, my inner voice reminds me.

Yet I did stop my car. I did assault a stranger for her.

I might as well fulfill my Good Samaritan role to the end. God knows it might be the one and only time in my life I decide to do something noble instead.

Hurling the coat at the girl, I grind out a, “Cover yourself,” before I slide into the driver’s seat and lower the window.

The man crashes to the floor. The only sounds coming from his mouth are a few feeble moans. He curls into a fetal position and stays there.

Good.

The girl hasn’t moved from her spot.

She’s still staring at me with those big, soulful eyes of hers. My coat is now hanging around her shoulders, looking more like a robe considering how tiny she is.

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