Snakes Of Love

6. See Pink

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"Hi, my name is Temperance."

"I know what you're fucken name." She frowned up at me before continuing playing with her knife. Yes, she's playing with her knife in the middle of the hallway and reeking of marijuana. It was nine o'clock in the fucken morning.

"Forgive mi dulce angel, it her time." He winked at me but would soon regret his decision.  

Nova elbowed him in the chest causing him to cuss loudly but should have been grateful she didn't stab him. "Don't fucken tell me when my time it."

There were both leaning casually on a locker when I approached them, skipping a class just to see them alone.  Carlos was standing right next to them but remained silent, looking seriously at his phone. If I was going to get some answers I had to get it from the big guys or I could go through Nova and Santiago. The lather seemed reasonable but 'patient', so lather it is! 

"Sorry baby." he pecked her cheek but she childishly waved him off.

I didn't know what the hell to say next, how am I suppose to talk to talk to the people that killed your father? Everything in me wanted to pull out my gun and fire three bullets. Sadly, a gunshot kills you immediately and you don't feel any pain. I waited them, him rather, to die slowly.  

Oh I cant wait for Friday the 21st.

"Listen," I said slowly trying to think of what to say next. I look down at my hands, something I used to do in middle school when I tried and failed to make new friends. My mind was completely empty at that moment. "I want to say that I'm..."

"You're what?" 

My attention moved from my hands to the tall bastard in all black attire staring at me with an eyebrow raised. I froze for a moment thinking of what to say. In his dark eyes I saw my father. Carlos' fine tuned body had turned into a chubby old man staring at me in the eye telling me I'm nothing.   

I shook my head pushing thoughts back. At this point my heart was jumping  "I'm leaving. I can't believe I'm doing this."

Quickly pacing down the empty hallway. For some reason the look of him reminds me of my slaughtered dad. I was about to break down right there in the hallway. After days, weeks, months sobbing over my father I still break so easily when the image came in my head . I hated crying more then anything in the world, my daddy would say:

"Crying shows pure weakness, you should bleed to death first before you cry in front of you enemy."

His husky old voice replayed in my head as a walk probably ten minute walk journey to class which is at the  other side of school. I sipped on my coffee all the way there and snicked in a cigar once in a while to calm my nerves as much as possible. 

A tear rolled down my cheek, my legs rushed to the nearest bathroom. I found the nearest bathroom stall and locked it shut. I broke down. Tears fell uncontrollably, not only did I feel misery but I felt ashamed and extremely pathetic. Dear lord, I'm so pathetic.

Taking deep breathes. "Calm down Temperance."  I hiccuped. "You... need to calm down." At this point I was slamming my fist against my thigh thinking the pain would make me feel better. 

"Hm.... you okay in there?" A sweet voice asked from the outside, similar to the a second grade teacher voice. 

"FUCK OFF!"  I screamed in the bathroom and banged on the door hard.