The Calling [On Hold]

15. Dalya Noel

How dare he? This man had the audacity to hit on her? What the fuck even!? Her words broken but I understood. Her voice shaking until she couldn't take no more.

"H-he k-icks nmm p-punches me." Cries. I hold her. How could this happen?

"H-He eeev-en ra-" She cries harder on my shoulder.

Then he had the nerve to run over here like he was going to do something.

"What's going on?" James asks in a very intimidating voice.

"Fucking awnser me." Looking for two small girls like us to jump at his command. Well at least I didn't.

"First of all I don't remember you fucking my mother to make me. Or there to cut the cord so you can take your old perverted ass somewhere else. Cause you don't scare me." I yell in his face. Dayla pulls me back.

"Nononono, you're gonna make him mad." She whispers, I scoff.

"I don't give a-" I was cut off by a hard slap to the face. Instead of letting the tears slip I pull out my army knife and cut his hand.

"You little bitch!" He yells. His voice layered with anger and his face bright red.

"Omg Cloée run!" Dalya yells pulling my arm. I didn't hesitate and run with her. We run into a nearby gas station and I bump into Charlie.

"What the hell is going on?" Charlie asks angry already. I guess he can feel the tension.

"Her boyfriend is a weirdo. He slapped me. He's been abusing Dalya!" I yell, the only two people look at me in the gas station but k don't care.

"Fucking coward. I'd like to see him hit me." He pulls us aside and disappear out the door. I wanted to run after him but I stayed with my shaken best friend.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, she just stares at my face.
I turn to the huge mirror in the gas station and gasp. Whoa how big is his damn hand? Looked like he layered two hands over my entire cheek and nose.

"Are you okay?" She asks, I look at her and nod. It doesn't really hurt to be honest. My pride though. This big bitch just hit me. I hope Charlie gives it to him. I should've cut his balls off too. While I was there. I should've gave the knife to Charlie. No never mind. Charlie would've killed him. I'm not sure if I'm okay or crazy right now.

"Cloée..." Dalya calls annoyed, I look at her.

"Charlie's waiting for us outside." She sniffs, I guide her out and into the car.

"What happened?" I asked Charlie, he smiled the looked back at Dalya.

"How's about going on a trip with us?"

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"She's finally asleep." I said to Charlie as I crawl next to him in our hotel room.
He smiles then it fades and holds my face in his hands.

"I should've killed him for this." He said, I pull away.

"Its okay. It doesn't even hurt." I shrug, he takes his pinky and softly pokes it but it hurts so much I make a hissing sound as if he put salt on it.

"Mmm." He says getting up and leaving the room, I sit up rolling my eyes.

"Ch-Charlie I'm fine." I lie, now that I've calmed down and he touched it; it hurts like shit.

"Hold still." He walks in with a cold rag and some medicine. Basically a damn first aid kit.

Yaaassss Dr. Charlie ;-)