Stevie pov
She Sat there with a curious expression, obviously wanting an answer to the question she he asked which was "how'd you lose your arm". "When I was 16 I went out with some friends for the night and we went to a party. Well, everyone was drunk so against my better judgement I rode home with them, there was five of us in my friends little Ford contour. We ended up going to fast through a tight turn and went head on into a dump truck, one died on impact, the vehicle rolled and my arm was out the window since I was riding shotgun. It got pinned between the car and the ground and was mangled beyond recognition, so it was amputated and I spent the next two years and every dollar I had to build this one." I said as I held my arm up.
"Ohh, sorry I asked." She said, "it's ok, now let's get some sleep" I said as I grabbed the comforter and a pillow and layed on the ground and went to sleep.
I was jolted awake by a faint knocking at the door, I groaned and sat up and looked at the clock on the night stand. It read 6:18 am, I stood up and walked towards the door and looked through the peep hole to see a short fat otter standing there in old jeans and a green shirt with a heavy jacket and Nike running shoes. I opened the door and leaned out, "Ahh, who are you and wha-" I started to say but was cut off by a sharp pain to the side of my head, I stumbled back holding my head in pain while a warm liquid seeped through my thick hair, I fell back onto the floor and looked up at the otter who was holding half a brick and smiling. About this time Beth was woken by the scuffle and looked at my attacker in disbelief.
"Chris!?" She practically screamed, "come on baby I'm saving you, we can be together now." He said happily.
"No you sicko, I don't even know you, I used your lane at Wal-Mart a year ago and have blown you off numerous times since. What part don't you understand about me telling you no!?" She yelled angrily. "It's because of him isn't it !" Chris shouted and turned to me
I stood up slightly dizzy and said
"Bring it fatso"
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Business As Usual
RandomThis story follows the life of a contract killer and the people he hangs around This is my first story so notify me of grammar errors Story will contain gore, harsh language, and sexual content