"Are you okay?" A deep voice says
Not bothering to turn around I answer the stranger "yeah... Are you?"
"Perfect, actually." He responds, I hope it was sarcastic otherwise this man is delusional to the horrors of the world.
"Good to know." I state, pursing my lips together, turning on my heel to see the man.
Hands in his pockets, wearing a dark blue suit with black shades on.
A bit suspicious if you ask me.
What's even more suspicious, would be the fact he has something in his inside pocket.
Gun maybe?
"You know it's raining, and the sun is not out yet, right? Cause if not I hope you know how dumb you look at the moment." I smile innocently, staring at him like he's the stupidest person I know.
"There's only two people who wear sunglasses in the dark. Blind people. Or douches" I state coldly.
At first, he looked quite shocked at what I said, but it slowly turned to amusement.
Why though?
Surprised he isn't yelling.
"Just like you mother." He says quietly thinking I wouldn't catch what he said.
But how wrong he was.
I storm up to him, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine, making him crouch down, giving me a chance to knee his head and grabbing the weapon from his inside pocket.
"What the FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" he yells standing back like I'm the bad guy here.
Well in this case it's not a guy but a girl, me, and he should be scared.
"How do you know my mother?" I spit, venom dripping from my tongue.
Holding out the weapon I got from his pocket.
Looking to my hands I saw it was a knife.
Damn it.
I wanted something that would get the job done quickly.
"A friend of mine used to know her." He says holding his now bleeding nose.
Not satisfied enough by his answer I walk closer but as I get closer, he takes a very quick punch to my face.
He punched... me
Me...
"WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HIT ME!" I yell at the top of my lungs.
He stops to look at me like I'm crazy.
That's because I am. Kind of.
"You were going to HIT ME!" He shouts back.
"That's it, I'm done... I give. Up." I say, gripping the small brown handle of the sharp knife and quickly slashing his leg causing him to drop down.
"Look, I get it not everyone likes to be beaten by a girl, and that's okay." I speak in a manner to show false sympathy, walking closer to the whimpering man.
"Now, how do you know my mother?" I whisper into his ear, placing the knife to his throat, slicing it a bit.
"People talk, Miss Valente." He responds, putting pressure on his leg leaning against some wood
"Huh, your right... they do." I calmly say, standing up while wiping my finger prints off the knife, crouching down to place it in his hands.
I get up and start to walk back to my car, grabbing one of the black roses I snip the end off, walking back to the slowly dying man.
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