Pleasing

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Voices were heard and he grabs me, shoving me in a stall.

"Please d-don't hurt me. I-I umm." I quickly mutter.

"I'll give you m-money and I won't t-tell—" "Voulez-vous bien vous taire !" he growls, covering my mouth with his hand. (Will you be quiet!)

His thick accent was harsh... French? He had really beautiful eyes... green. His hair was in a tight bun with a cut right underneath. Undercut. He was like a rock... He looked like a rock! His style was totally different from Noah's but the tattoo act. Both had tattoos and nice hair. He was older than me maybe late 20's. He could take my babies if he really wanted...

I bet he feels like a rock... or I could get him to—NO! Focus.

His eyebrows were furrowed with annoyance and almost disbelief. My back was against the stall wall with widened eyes. I open my mouth about to start but the door busts open.

He grabs my waist, shoving me against his chest, making me only see black. He smelled like mint. Mint chocolate chip! Maybe he likes ice cream too.

"La prochaine fois, je te tue." I hear, causing me to grip my skirt. (Next time I will kill you.)

The stall next to us has a fake knock before it bangs open. Oh gosh. He looks down at me, covering my mouth. He didn't look up, only into my eyes, almost warning me if I make a wrong move I'll die. He reaches for something, slowly taking a gun from behind him.

Someone is going to die tonight.

Silence.

We walk out and it's empty. No one is here except a few guys waiting at the front door. Maybe they're his friends!

"L-listen thanks for sort of... um... saving me! You saved both of us actually. So, I'll thank you myself for you! Because you can't really thank yourself." I speak as he sets me down. "What language do you speak? It sounds like French. I took Spanish for years since it's part of me bu—" "Oui." He flickers his eyes toward me.

"Oui?" I ask, tilting my head. "Yes." He leans forward with annoyance. "O-okay!" I mumble.

"I'm sorry if I'm a-annoying you. I get told that a lot but... um—you seem tense so! I thought maybe you need to talk to someone. You know, everyone needs so—" He groans, throwing his head back. "Arrête de parler pour que je puisse réfléchir." He glares at me. (Stop talking so I can think.)

I nod. "Oh r-right whatever that means! Cool."

Many minutes pass and I couldn't help it. "You seem like you can be really nice! Since everyone has a nice side. We should be friends!" "No."

My heart starts pounding and my ears start ringing again. I shake my head, rubbing my temples.

He gets up, lifting my chin. "I-I'm sorry really I don't mean trou—" "Respire." he speaks. (Breathe.)

His thumbs rub my cheeks. "No one died," he sighs.

"I-I uh... should get goi—" "Tu ne peux pas marcher." he mumbles. (You can't walk.)

"I-it was uh—" "No. Sit."

My stomach turns as I get hungrier. My phone is dead. I'm so dead.

"Are you always nervous?" "N-no! I mean you make me nervous! W-wait that sounds mean. Not like that! O-or sexually. J-just your uh... aur— aurea?" "Aura," he corrects.

He brings me water. "Drink."

"You have really hot hands!" I slap my mouth. "M-my bad! I don't want to like catcall—"

Growl.

"Ok, allons-y." He stands. (Okay, let's go.)

"W-where?" "I'm bringing you ho—" "I don't want to. Um... you can drop me off at a Wendy's! I love Wendy's—" "Merde..." he mumbles. (Fuck.)

He guides me to the car.

Inside Wendy's:

"Order." "Can I get a number 4 and a small Sprite? He'll take a number 1!"

He pays.

"Eat," he hums. "Lentement." (Slowly.)

"O-oh I realized I never told you my name! It's Jennifer or Jen o-or Jenny! My friends call me Jenny to tease me. We can be friends if you want! I know sometimes I talk a lot but it's uh under control most of the time. People interru—" "Eat."

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to waste your money! I'll pay you back!" He closes his eyes. "Tue-moi maintenant..." he mutters. (Kill me now.)

"What's your name?" Silence. "P-please? I would really like to know."

"Ah, tu demandes, oui ?" he tilts his head. (Oh, you're asking, yes?)

"N-no I swear—" "Zabell."

"Mr. Zabell!" I squeal, biting my lip.