Scattered

Stuart and the Avenue

Chapter seven

Jason threw me into Jimmy’s house and closed the door behind us.

            “Are you fucking crazy?” He threw his hands in the air. “Are you just dumb-fuck stupid?”

            I got up from the floor he’d thrown me on and brushed myself down, “I think you should consider moving, cause ‘am going out there!”

            Jason grabbed my shoulder. “Leave it. This is what they do.”

            I shot him a bewildered look. “What?”

            “They argue, he gives her a good smack, she refuses to stay down, she hits him once, maybe twice…Jimmy screams at her, they fight some more, then come back here, cryin’ saying all this ‘I’m sorry baby’ shit and then fuck.” Jason shrugged. “That’s who they are. He may be a thug and she may be miserable but they are crazy about each other. One time Jimmy threatened to leave her and man, I ain’t ever seen someone sob so hard in my goddamn life.”

            I didn’t care. I really didn’t care if this was the ‘norm’ for them, no way. I wasn’t going to let it happen. I ran up the stairs and into the room that Gloria had been staying in. Her bag was beside the door; I bent down to pick it up and found that it was surprisingly heavy. I didn’t care.

            I just didn’t care.

            I ran back downstairs to find Jason blocking the door way. He grinned at me, I ran at him so fast and hard we both fell through the front door. I got up and kicked him. I walked over to my car, which had the keys on the front seat and the doors open. I threw Gloria’s bag in the backseat and then ran off back to the place I’d seen her and Jimmy before.

            They were still fighting, screaming so loudly my ears felt like they might bleed. Gloria’s face was caked in blood and her hand no longer had its bandage. Jimmy remained unscathed. I walked over, my entire body ready to attack. Jimmy turned his head slightly toward me. Before he could speak I punched him in the jaw so hard he tumbled over backwards.

            He jumped up and made a motion to hit me but Gloria stepped in front of me. She pushed him back slightly. “Hey! Don’t you fucking touch him!” Her voice was a roar.

            Jimmy looked at her; dumbfounded.

            “What?”

            “Back, the fuck off, or so help me God, I will…”

            Jimmy laughed. “Do what sweetheart? Cry again?” Gloria shrugged her shoulders before head-butting him. Jimmy staggered back and held his head. Gloria moved forward and kicked him in the stomach. He let out a grown and I winced, I would have been in pain too if someone had hit me wearing Doc Martens.

            Gloria turned to me. “Your hand okay?”

            I nodded, a little shocked at how clam she was being.

            “Good.” She said before spitting out some blood on to the ground beside Jimmy. “Hey Jimmy, we are so over.”

            He stood up, his nose pouring with blood and his eyes gleaming with a wicked tone. “You’ll be back; you always come back to me.”

            “See that was before I realised I have someone else to run to,” she looked at me significantly before turning back to Jimmy. “You may love me Jimmy but you can only express that emotion with your fists. I can’t do this. I should have ended it when I found you in bed with my own kin. So fuck you Jimmy.” She took something out of the back of her pocket and threw it at Jimmy. It was red lighter with an ‘A’ carved onto it.