Bonnie & Clyde

Chapter 8: Confrontation

My head was fuzzy and my body felt heavy. I was tilting to the side slightly and was having a hard time keeping my head up.

I was looking around and I couldn't recognize any of the blurry faces that were surrounding me. All I could think was that my drink tasted nice and I wanted more of it.

I didn't know where my sister went and I was pretty sure she had left me. But thinking back, I'm sure that that was very unlikely.

I was getting quite chatty with the bartender and I remember I kept asking questions about his life. I think I recall him saying something along the lines of how he use to live in California.

Talking to the bartender made me think of all the places I've never been and all of the places I've only ever been. It made me feel kind of sad.

I would have continued the conversation with the nice bartender if it wasn't for the random stranger who had walked up next to me.

"Hey, I'm Randy," he said with a mischievous smirk on his lips. He smelled like cigarettes and his teeth were yellowing. He had unkempt hair and a patchy beard that didn't quite go with his face.

I ignored him but for some reason he thought that it was okay to keep taking to me. I couldn't hear what he was saying and honestly I was a little too tipsy to even pay attention.

Before I knew it, another drink was in front of me. Before I could grab it, the stranger had knocked over my phone. Annoyed, I bent down and picked it up.

Randy grabbed my drink and stuffed it into my hands. "Bottoms up," he said with that annoying smile again.

I wanted him away from me but I wasn't about to refuse a drink. Alcohol's alcohol, right? At least that's what my half drunken brain was thinking.

But before my lips could touch the brim of the glass, I heard the loud smack of a fist colliding into something. The sudden force next to me had knocked the drink out of my hand and onto the floor.

Dazed, I looked over to Randy. He was pinned to the wall by his collar, repeatedly getting hit over and over again. The sickening sound of bone cracking could be heard from a mile away.

I stood and made my way towards them and saw that Randy's face was oozing with blood. There was so much of it that he was unrecognizable. The complete left side of his face was covered in red.

Other men, even a few drunken girls, were trying to pull the tall man off of Randy but they were getting no where. The assailant was hammering down on his face and he wasn't lightening up. The stranger's jaw was clenched as tight as an iron clamp and his eyes were murderous.

He just kept hitting and hitting and hitting him. I honestly thought that he was going to kill the man behind his blows.

When the revelation of this entered my thoughts, I had to do something.

"That's enough!" I screamed. The stranger didn't stop. My voice was barely audible over all of the commotion. "You're going to kill him!" I didn't like this Randy guy as much as the next guy, but beating him to death?

I didn't bother trying to reach for the man's arm. I knew that if I did, I would've gotten hit myself. And I didn't think that I could recover from it.

Randy was limp in the man's grip and he was unresponsive. I really thought that he was dead. Panic exploded in me and I needed to stop what was happening.

"STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. It knocked the wind out of me and my voice cracked under the force.

Mid swing, the man froze. His right arm was still stiff in the air next to his head. He stared at Randy's lifeless body slowly let go of his collar. He watched coldly as the beaten man's limbs folded and crumbled beneath his weight.

The man's chest was heaving and his jaw was still clenched. Through clamped teeth, he said in a deeply menacing voice, "He slipped something into your drink."

I couldn't hear him at first because he had said it so quietly. I was petrified but something urged me to take a cautious step towards him. "What was that?" I said hesitantly.

"The fucker thought that he could slip something into your drink and get away with it!" He yelled at the unmoving body beneath him. "He's a fucking rapist!"

I froze. A terrible, terrible feeling in my gut flooded over all of my senses. Was that true? I was next to him at the counter the entire time. Surely I must have seen him do something. I mean, I saw him buy the drink right before my eyes.

I glanced over to where we once were and then it hit me. Randy had knocked my phone to the ground on purpose.

This new realization made me sick to my stomach. Images of this creep taking advantage of my incoherent body made me want to throw up. I bit my jaw down and shot daggers at the half-dead, half-I-don't-give-a-fuck body on the ground.

The man who was heaving in front of me might have been over the top, but he was looking out for me. I could have been one of the creep's victims. This man saved me from something that could have ruined my life forever.

The tall man with bleeding knuckles still hadn't looked at me. Even in my semi-drunken state, something was familiar about him.

I gently grabbed his hand and pulled him away. To my surprise, he didn't object. He simply, and very quietly, followed me as I guided him to the restroom.

The lights in the nasty hole in the wall Smitty's calls a bathroom wasn't in much contrast to rest of the bar. But they were a bit brighter. Once we were inside, I finally saw the face of my mysterious rescuer.

Clyde.

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Yay, double update! This whole chapter was completely my dad's idea. So thanks dad!

I'm sure you guys already knew it was Clyde, haha. Or maybe you didn't, idk.

But tell me guys what you think of this new side to Clyde. I really wanna hear you thoughts. Were you expecting him to be so violent?

As always, thanks for reading!

-eryn ~~