Cheryl's POV
"What do you think you're looking at?" I felt a hand on me shoulder that I assumed belonged to the low, menacing
voice. Me mind took a few seconds to clear after a dark image came between me and her. He's the smashed jerk I
saw at the bar! I raised my eyebrows. He was about me height. A little taller maybe, but not by much. He looked very
p!ssed off at something. Could this be the 'Kay' asshole?
"Are you deaf, *Female Dog*?"
"Excuse me," I said defensively.
"You heard me. *Female Dog*... Back off."
My demeanour changed in an instant. Did this skinny sh!t just call us a '*Female Dog*'? I was ready to act. I took a
step forward, forcing him to step back.
"You need to get your hand off us... Right. Now."
"Stay away from her if you know what's good for you. I have no problems with hitting bitches. Especially BITCHES
like you." My jaw tightened and me fist tensed. "Hey, hey! What's the problem here?" I felt a bouncer come between us, almost effortlessly separating us a part. Our eyes were still locked.
"Ask him. He's the one with the problem," I said. "*Duck* you, *Female Dog*!" he spat at us, edging closer, he
managed to break away from the tank-like guy's grip.
He was quick. Quicker than I expected. I felt a hard sting on me face as I was forced back by the blow. Mother
*Ducker*. Did he just hit me?
"Brandon! What the *Duck* is wrong with you, mate?!" I heard a lot of voices, a lot of angry voices. I couldn't see
her though. Where are you? I regained some balance and saw a scuffle between this Brandon asshole, the bouncer...
and Kimberley??!!
Ok. A few things went through my mind during this moment. One: I was pretty sure I'd have a black eye in the
morning. Two: he called us a *Female Dog* for no reason. "Ok, I can live with that " I could even live with the black
eye. But that little dick had to confront HER. He got in her face and dared to call her a *Female Dog*, as I was trying
to regain me composure.
He said he had no problem with hitting girls... or bitches to me. Whatever. I don't give a *Duck* about what he says to me. But when he called HER a *Female Dog*, and when he got in her face, I completely lost it. It had to be done.
Before he had even a chance to think of saying another word to her, or touch her, it was lights out. Everything was
quiet, except the aching in me head. My hand hurt like hell though. I hope I didn't break anything. But it was worth it.
I'm not sure what happened next, but I felt me arm being pulled and I let meself be led through the crowd that had
gathered. I didn't even notice them, and before I knew it, I was outside.
The air hit us without warning and I was gasping for it. Maybe the adrenalin had something to do with it too. I didn't
realise how smoky it was in there and I bent over, leaning on me knees and took it in. I winced in pain as I put pressure on me right hand... "*Duck*!"
It was already dark outside. I brought me hand up to me face and tried to get a better look at it in the lamp light. I
couldn't see much with one good eye and one watery one. It was already swelling.
"Bloody hell Cheryl. That was kinda stupid," I mumbled to me hand.
"I have to agree with you."
I got a fright when I heard her speak. I'd forgotten that I wasn't alone out here. She was standing with her back against the wall. Arms crossed. Her eyes looked angry and dark. She looked really p!ssed. I'd never seen her look more
beautiful.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" she shouted. Correction: She exploded. I don't think I've ever seen anyone so
mad. I started to say something but she cut us off, lifting her hand, 'shut the *Duck* up, Cheryl' (I bet that's what the hand meant). She was far from finished.
"...Are you CRAZY?! Do you have a death wish?! What were you THINKING!?"
Me mouth hung open. I must have looked like a right twat just standing there, staring at her like that with a swollen
hand and a fat eye. This wasn't how I imagined it. I didn't picture it going this way at all. The first time we have proper conversation and she is actually scolding us. I have like 0 luck in love I guess. I should have stayed at home. I rubbed the back of me neck. I had nothing. I just looked down at me boots. I fucked it up completely. sh!t... I'm an idiot.
"He started it..." I said feebly, still looking at the ground.
"You sound like my brother... he's FOUR."
Ouch. She might as well have just given me another black eye. Just keep quiet Cheryl and if you do look up, don't
look at her like she is performing a private lap dance for ya... But can you really blame us, she really looked sexier
when she was angry.
"...Why did you hit him?" she asked more seriously.
Me eyes darted up at her. sh!t. Was he her boyfriend? I didn't even consider it. Why would she want to be with a drunk
loser like him? But why else would she even ask? She saw what happened. Didn't she? She's clearly mad at us because
I knocked her boyfriend out. She did have a boyfriend, I decided. And it was a bitter pill to swallow. Me good hand
rubbed me sore neck.
"I should have stayed home. This was a mistake."
She asked us again, more carefully this time. "Why did you hit him?"
Are you kidding us? Why did I hit him?! I was looking around the alley we were in. I don't know what I was looking
for. Some back-up maybe? I found none. Apart from an empty bottle that I kicked against the wall in frustration. Well,
Cheryl, you can't *Duck* it up anymore than you already have, so grab your infamous shovel... might as well go out
with a bang.
"Why?!..." I shouted out, a little more aggressively than I wanted too. "Why did I hit him?" I threw me hands in the air, ignoring the stab of pain in me hand.
"Because he DESERVED it! That's WHY! ... He's an ARSE! That's WHY! ... He called you a *Female Dog*! ... He
INSULTED you! ... He wanted to TOUCH you! ...He wa-.."
