DEATH FLOWER

Chapter 2

"What the fuck!" I shouted as I broke free from his grip. "What exactly do you think you are doing right now?" I spoke all while frustration took over me. My tolerance level was close to being none. I knew that but he probably didn't. As a matter of fact if he continued with his bullshit he was about to figure that out.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with unreasonable rage. It seemed like he ran all the way here. For what exactly? I had no idea but I did have the gist of it. Looks like this guy didn't know how to take a rejection. Without going insane atleast. He glared at me as if he wanted to kill me. Guess that was the only mutual feeling between us now.

He finally spoke. "Who do you think you are?"

I couldn't help but scowl "Excuse me? Did you run all the way here just to ask me that?" I was somewhere in between utter disbelief and incredulity. This guy was beyond repair. Like for real? I couldn't understand what I was experiencing but I did understand that talking sense into this guy was a waste of time.

And luckily my time was worth more than that. I didn't want to ruin my precious time with a psycho. Before he could respond I turned around oblivious to the fact that I had clearly underestimated how psychotic he could be. Because he got a grip of my hair. This time the grip a thousand times stronger and more painful. I shrieked with pain.

Although the people nearby had a clear view of what was happening, no one bothered to step up to free me from his hold. Not that I had any expectations. Humans were more narcissist than any other specie to exist.

He brought his face closer to mine. With his face inches away from me I could smell his foul breath on my face, his gaze fixated on me while his mouth stretched into a despicable grin. I gave him a death glare to which he responded with an eerie laughter.

"You still don't understand what shit you've got yourself in babe. I know girls like you pretty well. You should've been grateful a decent guy approached you but instead you're playing hard to get." He inched down the residual of distance between us as he continued inches away from my lips. "Let me tell you sweetie you're not that pretty that I'll bear with your bullshit."

And that was it. My tolerance. My patience. My restraint. The person who got himself in real shit was him and solely him. He just wasn't aware of it yet.

That's when I spitted on him. It might have been pathetic of me but neither did I have a long ass list of options to choose from nor the time to solve this can of worms bit by bit.

Suddenly taken aback by my course of action he stumbled backwards almost tripping himself in the process as he withdrawed his hands to clean the mess his face was in right now.

That was my chance. And i took it. Running away? Definitely not. I kicked him right in his crotch. As if he wasn't done with getting his vision clear he let out a howl, dropping to his knees all while his hands tried to soothe the pain he was in. His eyes were embellished with unshed tears. And That expression. The one he just made. It was worth all the time I had wasted on him.

This time I approached him. As I loomed over him, I grabbed him by his hair making him look at me. He was fully aware that he shitted himself big time. He shouldn't have messed with me.

By now our small little drama had caught the attention of passers-bys. A few of them had stopped to see us. While a few whispered to each other as they passed by.

Ignoring their piercing scrutiny my mouth give way to a devilish grin. " So where were we? Mr. Whoever you are. And here's your lesson. Never. And when I say never I literally mean Never. Never mess with Morana Anderson." I pulled him closer. " Are. We. Clear?"

He looked at me with such retaliation. Some people might say I shouldn't have done this if I wanted to get back home safe. Because a man's vengeance is far greater than an kid's rebellion. Doing this all while being aware of it? I just can't help it. It just makes up who I am.

"Follow me again and I'll give you a fast pass to hell" Saying this I tossed him aside, fully satisfied by the mayhem he was in. I continued on my feet when I felt a slight tremble in my hand. Today was a long day. Ok screw that. Today was a weird day.

Suddenly I sensed a pair of footsteps behind me. Before I could turn around I felt excruciating pain in the back of my head. And damn it was painful. My vision became a bit foggy and I couldn't hear shit. I tried to get myself together as I stumbled my way around to face the source of this torment. The same guy with a middle sized rock in his hand breathing heavily. Where did he even get that?

And that's when I reached my limit. I was gonna make him regret this. I hollered taking him by his collar. With a deadly grip. Did he think I was gonna cower and cry like any other girl out there? That's where he screwed himself and that's where he earned his call to damnation.

Dont be surprised yet. You don't know what's to come.

Before he knew it I had pulled out my pocket knife and brought it inches away from his eyes

"Move and you lose an eye." I yelled at him giving him the relevation to his damnation.

Somewhere in the distant I could hear the police siren but it was overpowered by the severe ringing in my ears and the rage engraved in my soul.

In the blink of an eye I was being pulled away from him. But it was too late. I had reached the crazy bitch stage. I tried to break free from the grip of the police officers. I was going to kill that fucker. As my last resort I threw my knife at him with the residual strength I was left with, which he Of course dodged out of sheer luck.

I was gonna kill him even if it means staying in the few inches of cell for the rest of my life. I was screaming trying to break free from the hulk sized cops.

Amidst the struggle I suddenly felt painful sensation all over my body. As if someone had put me through defibrillation. The only difference being the intention of usage. It felt like it was debilitating me instead of giving me a new life.

My vision blurred completely and the face of the fucker was the last thing i saw before passing out.