Remembering Raimondo (Complete)

To Break A B!tch

*****Warning, Foul language in text******

Stephon alongside other boys from school smirked down at me.

Recognizing them only removed all emotions of fear and replaced them with anger.

"Would you look at what the cat dragged in." a thick voice chanted from behind the group. The pack made room for the owner of the voice to come into view.

I smiled at the mere sight of him. The football I threw at him this morning left one hell of a mark on his face. The smile on my face only pissed him off more. They all still had their dirty training clothes on, they must be exhausted. If I could only get up swiftly, I'd be able to outrun them... or maybe not.

"What are you gonna do," I challenged, "hit me?"

The group was taken aback by my reaction, but they composed themselves when their leader stepped closer. He grabbed the front of my shirt and lifted me off the ground. On my feet now, I shoved him away from me. He didn't budge an inch.

"That's what I'd do if you were a boy, but that's not how you break a bitch."

He grinned.

I slid across the wall to the left in attempt to inch away from him but his friends blocked my way.

"How do you break a bitch?" Someone interrupted.

Jeff?

I turned my gaze towards the voice as the guys turned around. They parted. Jeff stood against the wall with one foot above the other. He was wearing all black with his sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. His watch glinted in the dull alley.

He slowly stood off the wall and straightened his posture, his eyes never leaving the boy I hit with the ball. Jeff made his way into the group and stood protectively in front of me. His hand went to his back. My eyes followed, they stopped underneath his button up shirt. Quickly, he pulled out a gun but clutched it behind his back.

"How do you break a bitch? Bitch." He spat in the boy's face.

The boy chuckled.

He did a 60 degree turn only to turn back and try to send a punch towards Jeff's face. Jeff grabbed the boy's hand, twisted it, and spun him around so that he held him in a position that immobilized him. He was facing his friends now. Jeff placed the gun to the boy's head.

"Maybe you'll answer the question?" He challenged the group. "How do you break a bitch?"

They became mute and stepped back like one mass.

"Jeff we were just messing around. Ask her." One of the boys tried to reason with Jeff nodding towards me.

Jeff turned his head to hear my reply. I looked at the one that spoke. Ask me? Is he serious. His eyes showed a glint of fear.

After a few moments of silence and impatience, I sighed.

"We were just messing around." I stepped closer and tugged Jeff's hand away from their leader.

Jeff instantly loosened his grip. He kicked the boy towards his friends.

"Get the fuck out of here." He signaled with his 9mm. "Bitches."

When they were gone he swiftly turned towards me and brushed the hair out of my face. Harshly he grabbed my jaw with his hand and examined my face, "are you okay?"

"Yes." I frowned at his rough gesture, "let me go," I pushed his hand away.

I glared at him. He looked like a complete criminal ready for the kill. It took him a while to relax, slowly the muscles on his face smoothed out and he unwrinkled his eyebrows.

He smiled, ruffled my hair like I was a little kid, and threw his arm around my shoulder leading me out of the alley. "Never walk home alone." His serious tone didn't match his macho smile.

I groaned and tried to shrug his arm off but he that only made him tighten his grip.

"What?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a child," I growled and tried to move his hand again. Still nothing.

He walked me to his car and opened the door on the passenger's side. I stared at the seat and back at him.

"Get in," he ordered.

"No." I crossed my arms over my chest.

I knew that acting stubborn after he just saved me, from what could have been rape, was very uncalled for. But I couldn't trust him any more than a group of crazy teenagers in an empty alley.

He sighed in frustration and ran his fingers threw his hair. "You're not gonna get in?" His expression looked threatening but I stood my ground anyway.

I huffed and turned my head in the opposite direction.

"Fine, you asked for it..."