Tragic Magic

Chapter Seven

"Fight me, bitch. You fucked up bad and you don't even get it." Craig yells at Ronnie.

"You know what? I know I fucked up! It's not my fault!" Ronnie starts, sounding like an idiot.

"You're such a dumb fuck!" I scream at Ronnie.

"You need to shut up, Juliet!" He screams back at me.

I break down into tears. Craig holds me close to him and I just don't fight it. Right now, this is honestly what I need.

"Juliet, baby, I'm sorry. Just come back, okay?" He says in a calmer voice.

I look over Craig's shoulder and see the same bitch Ronnie was with slashing the tires on my only ride out of here.

I pull myself away from Craig and shove Ronnie back, "You're such a dick! You just destroyed my only ride out of here!"

Craig finally looks over at his car and that's when shit finally gets real, "Oh hell no."

The girl skitters off before Craig has the chance to stab her.

Ronnie grabs my wrist and tightens his grip, "You're coming back home, Julie."

Craig swoops me up and runs, "Not this time, my friend."

"Just fucking drop me and let me die, Craig!" I sob

"I don't know what's wrong with that guy right now. It's best for you to get away from him and let him cool down," He says, sprinting with me in his arms.

We both fall to the ground a few miles later, covered in dirt and sweat. I just lay on the ground while Craig catches his breath.

"I think we're okay now," he pants, "Has he always been like this?"

"No," I roll over and face him, "I don't know what's wrong with him right now. He's never been like this, not even before he went to prison."

"Goddamn, there's something wrong with that girl though. My poor car, those tires were new!" he lays back in the dirt.

"What now?" I ask, tiredly.

"We walk. Until there's no where else to walk," He says, even more tired than me.

"You should've let me yell at him longer."

"No way, Julie. There's something really wrong with him right now. I didn't want to risk anything. That's why I grabbed you up and ran," Craig pulls himself up and dusts off his jeans.

"Fine, but this really isn't cool. What do I do now? He has my house and car with that slut," I take Craig's hand and stand up, on the verge of tears again.

"I've got you now. You'll be fine as long as I'm here. You called the right person this time," he wraps his arm around my shoulder and we start to walk.

I honestly don't want to let go at this point. We are now both consumed by this fire and we are not going down just yet.