Hating Cupid

Strange encounterings with cupid

"I'm serious" I yelled. "stay away from me you weird ass, incredibly hot crackhead. I know how to throw a mean punch, im warning you. I don't care how pretty your face is, I can change that." I growled at him.

He gave out a sigh and sat down on the bench. " what im telling you is the truth." He gazed at me, in an almost painful way. His blue eyes skimmed me from my face down to my legs but I didn't miss how his state rested ever so slightly on my chest before he smirked and looked back up to my annoyed face.

"I'm serious, don't talk to me or come near me" I cried out when he got up and began to pace forward with his long legs.

"I'll call the police on you" I growled at him on an almost animalistic manner.

He gave me a strange look and tipped his head back and gave out a laugh.  The laugh was a raspy chucked and sent vibration down to my toes.

"And say what bambi? That a man is talking too you?" and even if they decided for some odd reason that this was illegal, since police now have a tendency  to find a wrong doing in everything, they wouldn't know a thing. I can erase the phone call from their memories  in under a second." He smiled

" Your fucking crazy!" I blurted out at him with wide eyes

" he tilted his head and observed my face.  I wavered under his intense stare.

His hands reached out and grabbed my face one both sides and brushed my cheek.

My face flushed red as I felt his fingertips touch my lips.

"Your beautiful, but you do not care do you? Your hands are scared and marked with wounds and muscle has taken over every inch your sweet flesh." He stated looking almost confused

" I don't care about how I look, beauty doesn't do anything  for you but a good right hook can ." I replied with a straight face ,but my heart fluttered at the hidden compliment.

" stupid girl, do you think a simple punch can cripple me! You a mere human, have no strength over a god like me. Stupid child." he snarled at me his lips curled over.

That hit a nerve. My fathers painfully loud voice rang in my ear like church bells.

flashback

"stupid girl, why cant you ever do anything right" my father growled.

" when I fucking ask you get me the bottle you get me the bottle. Useless piece of shit." He mumbled as he stood up stumbling in the process.

" ill just go get it myself. Like I always do" he snarled.

"father! Please you've had too much to drink,You can barely walk, ill go get it. please sit down. Im sorry!" I begged him.

I raced to go help him sit but when I went to support his strained arm, his hand flailed out in an aggressive manner and collided with my cheek.

The force knocked me backwards and I flew into the wooden coffee table. The edge of the table dug in the flesh of my back and pain sparked throughout my whole body as I let out a cry of shock.

I didn't understand what as happening at that moment. Shock over came me. Until It downed on me that my own father had strike me.

I looked up at himand gasped in pain and betrayal. But he walked forward, too drunk to understand what was going on. That he was hurting his own cherished beloved daughter.

The stars that were once his eyes turned to coal in a single night, drowning in the vial potion that turns the most respectable men into animals.