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“You’re gonna pay for that, you bitch!” he shouts, and I instinctively grab the handle of my blade and swing forward as he lunges toward me. I slice through the air as he pulls back just in time.
“FUCKING CUNT,” he yells as I lean as far back as I can on top of the pallets, holding my knife out in front of me as pure fucking panic sets in. I’m up against a cement wall with no way out. I eye my bag on the ground, and I already know that there’s no fucking way that I’ll be able to grab it and run. But I can’t leave it either. It’s everything I have to my name.
"GET AWAY FROM ME! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” I scream, and this asshole laughs, his fallen flashlight illuminating his disgusting face as he smiles at me like some sort of crazy fucking clown. He’s big and wide, smells worse than the fucking dumpster we’re next to, and looks like he’s coked up with bloodshot, blown pupils. I know cocaine eyes when I see them, even in the fucking dark.I should kill him just for funsies. I doubt anyone would miss this motherfucker.
“I love it when they try to fight back, I’m gonna break you in half and then pound my dick into every hole you have,” he laughs out as if raping me is some sort of sick joke.
The high-pitched sound of his cackling voice cracks like a lightning bolt inside of me. I can feel it ignite an uncontrollable wildfire inside of my soul as it electrocutes any fear that I had out of my system. In its place, a blazing raw energy takes over.
He charges forward again, and I raise my blade above my head with both hands before cutting down into the space between us.
A fucking loud and thunderous noise roars outta me, drowning out his pathetic pussy-ass screams when I feel the tip of my blade pierce through skin.
I give it everything I’ve fucking got and push down into the flesh between his neck and shoulder. I twist and dig, holding on for dear fucking life as he squirms to save his.
This motherfucker reaches for my ankles and pulls me onto the concrete ground.This asshole.
My girl is sticking outta his neck, and blood is seeping down his skin.Die, you ugly-ass motherfucker. FUCKING DIE.
He thrusts forward, and I roll away before he hits the pavement, lodging my blade deeper into his body. I don’t waste a fucking second before I grab my bag and hoist it on my back. Then I stand on his, and jump as hard as I can without falling over.
“YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU’RE DEAD, YOU’RE SO FUCKING DEAD!” he bellows while I pull my knife out and stab his ass right in the back. Over and over and over again.
And when he goes completely still, I run as fast as I can to save my own life. Especially when I hear more voices in the alleyway.
FOUR
“What the?!”I hear Alvi yell out just as Edison explodes outta the back hallway and into my line of sight. As soon as I see the blood splattered on her face, my heart has a fucking seizure in my chest. I have a full body and soul reaction to her and hear myself roar, “WHO HURT YOU???!!!”
She looks fucking terrified, and I want to fucking kill whoever fucking did this. The fear on her face is activating alarm bellsinside my head that are louder than any goal buzzer I’ve ever set off. It’s loud enough to wake the sleeping dragon inside of me.And he’s fucking pissed.
I don’t think twice; I’m up on my feet, jumping into her path with my arms out just in case I need to grab her as she runs through the shop. These are the same arms that picked her up and held her during absolute fucking chaos. They’re also the same ones that curled around her protectively when I had to give her over to the paramedics that night last November.And now they’re the ones that tell a story of my fuck ups.
Speaking of fucking fuck ups, my arm clips the tray table next to Alvi’s chair, and the tray goes flying to the floor. The metal crash has her jumping the fucking walls, and I swear to fucking god that I’ll climb that shit like a goddamn spider if I have to in order to get her down.
“¡¿QUÉ CARAJO?! (WHAT THE FUCK!!!)”She yells into the empty room, before that big ass black backpack she’s got on takes her tiny ass down.
“FUCK, EDISON!” I shout and dive to the floor as she tries to roll away. Her gigantic fucking luggage pins her in place, and I nearly land on top of her. “WHERE ARE YOU HURT?! WHO THE FUCK—”
“¡¿QUÉ COÑO HACES AQUÍ, WEY?! (WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE, DUDE?)”She screeches out as I instinctively wipe away the blood on her cheek. I search her face for fucking injuries.Okay, okay, it doesn’t look like it's coming from her.I can’t see any fucking cuts and try to grab her chin to take a better look when she swings her fucking T. rex arms out from under my frame and nails me in the fucking ribs.
Her tiny hands push me away, and I jump up to stare down at this fucking beautiful little nightmare. There are blood stains on her black sweatshirt, and it has me seeing fucking red. My bare-fucking chest starts to heave, and her eyes trace the outlineof both her goddamn spirit animal and my dumbass heart, as it beats through my freshly-inked and angry, inflamed skin.
She stumbles when she stands, before she adjusts the bag on her back. It looks new. Not “new new,” but new to her. And from how fucking stuffed it is, I bet it’s full of all her shit.Where are her other ones?It’s so big on her that this fucking thing looks like it could double as a sleeping bag. I don’t fucking like it.
“STOP LOOKING AT ME, PENDEJO!” She shouts while looking away. She tucks a piece of black hair behind her ears and wipes her face with the bleach-stained cuff of her sweatshirt.
I’ve never seen her look so vulnerable, and I don’t fucking like it. I’d rather have her be fucking angry and pissed off than looking spooked like this.
“Gimme a fucking name,” I command in a bullet-proof voice that I’d use to lead an army into battle with. I’d fight a thousand-year war if I had to. She does something to me that I can’t control. And right now, I’m having difficulty controlling the dragon breathing fire in my gut. He’s ready to set ablaze to whatever it is that’s got her like this.
“Fuck you,cabrón,” she spits out as she pivots toward the front door like she’s about to walk outta here.Oh, fuck no, you’re not going anywhere.
I reach out to grab onto her bag and pull her back into me. She turns her body toward mine and collides with my chest just as my arms lock around her frame. “Fucking tell me, Edison. What the fuck is going on?”
"¡NO ME TOQUES, ALEJATE! (DON'T TOUCH ME, GET AWAY FROM ME!)"She screams while she pushes off my body and reaches inside her hoodie. She looks fucking unhinged as she holds a bloody knife in the space between our bodies. I lift my hands up, and it fucking hits me… this crazy girl fucked someone up tonight.
“I don’t know what you’re fucking saying,” I tell her sincerely as she snaps her face toward mine, “but I promise that you’re okay, I’m not gonna hurt you, Edison.” I scan her up and down, and she looks like hell. “I need to know who fucking did this to you.” I feel like my insides are being simmered by my own boiling blood, that’s how fucking mad I am. I need answers now.
