Candour

I promised

What. The. Fuck.

Where is she?

"MAFIA" I shout, knowing she would not answer me.

I scan her apartment and notice everything is out of place. It looks like someone tried to have a party with elephants and a group of deranged monkeys. Her bookshelves are all toppled onto the floor with books strewn everywhere. 

Poor fucking books.

I see random items piled up in corners of the room as if someone frantically threw shit all over the place. What the fuck happened here?

Her bedroom looked even worse; all her sheets were torn and the bedroom window was smashed. If someone fucking kidnapped her, I will blow up this whole city. 

I need her. 

Even if I hate her, I fucking need her.

I step out of her house into the hall. My head rings like hell as if someone smacked me with a baseball bat. This could not be happening right now. Mafia was my promise... I promised her that I would keep her safe. 

***

The rain falls heavy tonight. The cold steadily becomes unbearable. 

I look at Mafia and notice tears falling from her face. I promised her that I would wait with her outside of school until her parents came. These dumb fucks were always late to pick up their daughter. I hate them...

Note to self Somir: when you have kids, do not fucking abandon them like this.

My parents abandoned me too. I want to tell her that as I watch her cry. She needs to know that she is not alone. I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, hoping some level of my warmth would reach her. 

"They will be here soon, don't worry Mafia." I tell her. I know my tone was not convincing enough, but she felt my attempt to comfort her. Normally she does not cry when they are late, but today has already been stressful enough for the both of us.

"I know" She whispers, "Thanks Nuppie."

I notice two figures appear a few feet away in the fog. Two men were approaching Mafia and I with a condescending sneer. One looks like a homeless Santa with a crooked nose. He is tall as a bitch and fatter than a grown grizzly bear. I am starting to wonder if he had to order his clothes from mars or some shit because I have never seen  jacket that size before. 

His friend was just as tall but thinner. His neck was longer than the average person and he wore a wide Kango hat that covered his eyes. The motherfucker looked like a depressed ostrich wearing rags. 

Who the fuck were these guys.

"I want the girl. You can take him." I hear the fatter man whisper as they approach us. "I know you'd like him anyway."

I begin to pull Mafia away but they are already in our faces. 

"The fuck do you want good sir?" I say to the slightly uglier one. I honestly cannot tell which is the uglier one, but the ostrich dude does have big ass warts all over his face. 

"Would you two be interested in some candy?" They both ask me simultaneously.

At this point, I slowly position myself in front of Mafia hoping that she could run away when they try to grab us. I have seen this in those movies that I snuck into theaters to watch; some ugly fuckers approach kids on a rainy night and leave their bodies in a ditch somewhere for idiot police officers to investigate. That could not be Mafia, not today...

I hear her sniffling behind me as she grips my arm hard.

"We ain't stupid bitch, leave us alone." I say in the toughest tone I could make. "If our parents come out of the school and see us talking to strangers, they will shoot you two ugly motherfuckers."

Their smiles grow wider as I finish my threat, and they bring their faces closer. The warts on their cheeks look so close to exploding at this point. 

"We've been watching you for thirty minutes and your parents aren't here" the skinny man spits. 

His friend pushes past me and grabs Mafia so quickly that I barely have time to react. 

"I can make your tears go away little girl" he says to her. He wipes her cheek and continues, "I promise you'll be fine after I'm done." 

She tries to escape his grasp be he is too strong for her. 

"LET HER GO" I yell at him as I throw a punch to his crooked nose. 

"Not so fast little boy" The thin man says to me, catching my fist. "We have to have our fun too."

He pushes me to the ground and pins my hands down with one of his own. My head smacks into a rock and everything starts to get dizzy. I can feel him reach down to his zipper as he attempts to turn me over. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, this is not happening. 

I look over and see the fatter man on top of Mafia through my blurred vision. One of his hands holding her hands as the other begins sliding down her body. She chokes on her tears, barely able to scream. She struggles desperately but there is no way she can fight the grown man crushing her. No. No No NO, this is not going to fucking happen. 

I feel his breath on the back of my neck as I try to struggle away from him. He has a strong fucking grip for such a thin man. It feels impossible to escape him, but I need to get to Mafia. 

How the fuck do I get away from him?

I kick back with my leg and catch him in his tiny ass dick. This fucking piece of shit needs to die now. He releases me as he curls up in pain; I see a large rock right in front of me as I quickly stand up.

This fucking piece of shit needs to die now.

I grab the rock and position it over his head.

This fucking piece of shit needs to die now.

I let the rock fall, knocking him unconscious...

THS FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT NEEDS TO DIE NOW

I grab the rock and smash his head in over and over, my ears ringing with rage. 

I look over at the man on top pf Mafia. It looks like he managed to pull her shirt halfway off, and he is fucking laughing. 

He is fucking laughing...

I run over to them and raise the rock as high as I can over his head. I bring it down, cracking his skull open. He starts to crawl away from Mafia, desperately dragging himself forward to escape us. No one is fucking laughing now bitch. I bring the rock down again, this time in his back hoping to preserve his life for a bit longer. This fucker touched her... 

He fucking touched her...

I bring the rock down on his back again, and I swear I hear something crack. Suddenly I feel a hand on my back. Its Mafia. She does not say anything but her eyes tell me everything. I hand her the rock that she can barely carry. She walks over to the man's head with tears streaming out of her eyes. Her shirt still hangs loosely off her shoulder, torn in some places.

She screams in rage as she brings the rock over his head and lets it fall, making his body go lifeless.

I take my button-down shirt off and put it over her torn shirt. She looks in my eyes but her tears lie as ghosts on her face. We have an understanding now. Fuck People. Fuck Parents. Fuck strangers. Fuck men. It is us. Two ten-year-olds against the world...

"I promise..." I begin. "I promise that I will always keep you safe Mafia."

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