Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp.7

"Oh my gosh! Isn't Tony like the hottest guy you've ever seen?" I hear a girl squeal. I knew that voice a little too well. It belonged to the bitch of all time, Marcela Garcia. I wanted to get up and pull the extensions off that slut, but controlled myself and kept drinking.

"I know right! OMG! You two would be adorable together. If only he wasn't dating that slut Maxine." Her friend Tracy told her. I'm starting to get seriously pissed off! She called me a slut! Normally I would have beaten her so badly that she would never be able to say that word again. But again I let it slip just this one time.

"Not for long. I heard Tony and Maxine got into a huge fight. Which means he is lonely tonight and I will be there to 'comfort' him. He will instantly forget about her." Marcela smirked and right there is were I drew the F-ing line.

I got up from my stool and rapidly walked towards her table. Tracy noticed and jumped back as soon as I janked Marcela off of her seat by her greasy hair. You'd imagine a girl so cocky and slutty as herself at least have clean hair, right? I flung her across the floor and ripped out a hand full of her extensions. I told you she had extensions!

"Listen to me you whore! You aren't going anywhere near MY boyfriend! If I catch you even talking about him, I will make you wish you're parents had used a condom the day you were conceived!" I yelled at her and kicked her on the side of her stomach and she groaned in pain.

"You bitch!" she yelled from the floor holding her side, "You think Tony hasn't slept with other girls while you two were still together? Why do you think you guys spend so much time apart?" She smiled cynically.

I pulled out my pocket knife out of my leather jacket and flicked the blade out and was ready to jump at her. I saw Wes from the corner of my eye; he wanted to stop me, but he didn't know how because I was not only pissed and had a pocket knife, but I also wasn't fully sober; so he decided to stay back and hope someone else was brave enough to stop me. I knew no one would be stupid enough to stop me, Maxine Hexs, one of the most feared person in this neighborhood. I launched to jump at her when someone grabbed me from behind. I was going to jab my knife into their arm, but I was a bit tipsy and they were able to knock it out of my hand.

At first I thought it was Tony, but when I turned around. It was not him who was holding me back.

"Let go of me you asshole. What the hell are you even doing here?" I pushed him hard and he let go of me.

"Maxine, what the hell are you doing? You know how much MORE trouble you could get into if you did that." He told me sternly. He actually sounded a bit concerned.

"What do you care, Mathew. You don't care if I go to prison, actually you want me to go to prison, and you definitely didn't care ten years ago."

 I stormed off after that. I didn't want to speak with him anymore. Who was he to come and all of the sudden act like a brother, and not just a brother but a brother who actually cared! He never cared about me and he doesn't now. He probably drank too much or maybe Lorelei scared the shit out of him. My brother is such a wimp. I was laughing a little and smiling wide at my thoughts when suddenly a hand wrapped around my mouth and my waist and dragged me to a dark alley.

All I could think was damn where the hell is my pocket knife when I need it?

I could tell it was a guy by the look of his muscular arms. Also I felt something in the pants area that brushed against my thigh when he lifted me off and dragged me away.

I began kicking and squirming, I also tried yelling, but that didn't work. So I did the only thing I could think of doing. Saving myself, like always.

I kicked the guy's shin and he screamed in pain. He set my feet on the ground but still didn't let me go. I leaned my head foward and then back smashing the back of my head against his nose. A loud cracking sound confirmed his nose was broken. Even though by now he let the hand that was wrapped around my mouth go, the arm around my waist still held me tight. I didn't scream though. I didn't scream because I am NOT a damsel in distress. I am the freaking super hero in this situation. I lift my knee up and push my foot back hard against his little buddy. I pushed harder hoping on causing some serious damage, but right then he couldn't take it anymore and pushed me off to the side.