Let's Fall Together

2. Kidnapped by the belt-bearer

Wham!

The crack of my heel was heard louder than the crack of dawn.

The impact was sudden, and the result of the impact terrified me to the core. I didn't, at any cost, want to face plant myself in the puddle in front of the man who was the root of all my misery. So I grabbed the closest thing in the vicinity of my hand.

It turned out to be a belt.

His belt.

My eyes widened at the revelation and though a sick part of me wanted the man to loose his dignity too, just like I had lost mine, the rational part of my brain overpowered my senses and I decided to leave the tool that kept that man's propriety intact.

That had me tumbling like a toddler once again, so I grabbed the other thing in my vicinity, this one much more morally appropriate than the previous one.

It was his arm, that he had raised in a poor attempt to prevent me from ripping away his dignity. I latched onto his arm like my life depended on it, which it actually did, and tried to steady myself.

Damn those biceps.

I felt a snake slithering across my back but before I could shriek in sheer horror, I realized it was the stranger's hand trying to steady me.

I gazed up at him, to catch him looking at me like I were the flea pestering him aimlessly. Anger clouded my judgement and I used my free hand to grab his collar.

Fool, fool, fool.

The icy glare he threw me could slice me a fruit dish. His jaw ticked.

I tried to play off the deliberate action as an innocent attempt at getting my balance back, as I steadied on my two feet and loosened my hold on his collar.

Since I was the actress of the century, I also kept the smug smile off my face as I internally danced.

I released his collar and used my hand to remove my traitor heels. They were about to be exiled.

Standing barefoot, I noticed the man was almost a head taller than me. He retrieved his hand from my back, suddenly making me feel at loss of the touch.

Stupid.

" You are more hazardous than a toddler on cocaine. " He said gravely as if he were my teacher scolding me for my incomplete homework.

Ha, I had never kept my homework incomplete.

Is that so?

Okay maybe once or twice at max.

Uh huh

Fine more than once. But that's not the point.

You are never on Point.

No need to get personal here.

Right when his words registered in my brain, the incredulity of his statement baffled me.

" What kind of a sick person gives cocaine to a toddler. " my voice came out ridiculous. What kind of a person was he?

" I meant- forget what I said. " he dismissed me.

Not so easily mister.

" How can I forget something like that? Are you some kind of drug dealer who earns off of innocent children? " my face contorted in sheer horror at the realization. What had I gotten myself into?

He gave me another one of his glares. Yes, freeze me mister, this world can't handle this hotness.

" Miss just kindly fuck off. " he sneered.