Snakes Of Love

12. Take Her To You

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Okay, there's barely any shit in this chapter. The next chapter is more of a back story and more connection between between Carlos and Temperance. 

So don't expect much.

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The raindrops continued to roll down my hair, onto my face and eventually soaking my clothes. I sighed lowly running my hand smoothly on my face whipping the water off it. Thank god I wasn't wearing make-up. I strolled down the sidewalk choking down another bottle of alcohol down my throat. Feeling enthusiastic I throw my empty bottle ahead of a me and watched it smash against the wall. I let out a loud and deserving cry.

For the last month Joseph and I have barely spoken to each other. Yes, we manage small talk at meeting but apart from that he was dead to me. And it wasn't like he was trying to apologize in anyway. I had made it very clear through my actions that Joseph and I shared equal power and so far he hasn't bitch about it. 

"Will you stop fucken following me." My body flashes back, surprising my stalker. She didn't mind my discovery because he stood there tall and proud.

"Will you listen to me?" She said irritably.

"What do you fucken want from me?" 

She sighed like she couldn't believe she was asking me this. With her thumb and index finger on her nose she asked lowly. "I can't find Carlos and I know he was with you?"

I sighed clearly disappointed in myself for wasting my time. "I don't fucken know and I clearly don't fucken care. So just leave me the fuck alone. Okay?"

For some reason he fumes over her mind just went off and she lunged at me but was barely able to take a hit before her boyfriend pulled her off. She tried to reach at me again like a cat trying to scratch the fuck out of some hobby in a park.

"You bitch! What the fuck did you do to him!" Uncontrollably tears ran down her cheeks messing her face up, Santiago's arms still held strongly on her waist. After a one minute break-down she finally gave up and just broke down right in front of me.  

"I didn't do anything to him." I rolled my eyes. "I haven't fucken seen his shitty face in like a month." 

"What do you need a month?" Santiago's voice said still holding on to his girl tightly as she sniffs.

"A month. That's what I mean." I stumble back a bit feeling the dizziness capturing me slowly. I realized I need to get home before I pass out on the sidewalk and get raped by a bunch of bastards then spend the rest of my life blaming in drug and alcohol addiction before ultimately killing myself. 

You have to think about the worst scenario if you want motivation. 

I fish my phone from my pocket speeding dialing my driver. "I have to leave now so you know good-I mean-bad luck or whatever."

Holy shit. I could feel the alcohol draining my brain. I stumbled by the couple leaning desperately against the wall for support. The loudest car horn hawked several times, bringing my attention to my driver across the road.

Fuck his Latino soul.

He finally got out the car and walked to me lazily like there was a fucken gun to his head. With my arm sway over shoulder and his fifty year old arm on my waist. He opened the back door slipping me in, my body collapsed on my seat.

I groaned watching what-his-name walk to the driver seat. My eyelids close but flew opened at clicking sound of a gun. The view of a gun being pointed to the drivers head didn't scare me, it was the person holding the gun that almost made me shit my pants. 

"This had to be the way a freaking die." 

He looked the review mirror connected our eyes through reflection. "No Tempe. fortunately for you this isn't how you die." He looked back at the driver and ordered him to drive. 

Turning his head back. "You're staying with me tonight unless you want to see your beloved's dick get suck."

"For you fucken information prick, we just-" My drunken mind signaled me in a weird way like it was telling me to shut up and just pass out. But I was trying my best to stay awake for all I know this sin of a bitch is a rapist.

"Broke up." He statement with a genuine smirk on his face.

"No, we just made an agreement about something-" Hot liquid threatened rise up my throat but slowly went back down. "about something that is none of your business."

"Believe me Tempe, very thing you do is my business." 

"Why because we were allegedly childhood lovers." I chuckled. "In what insane fucken universe did I ever love you."

He sighed. "You're refusing to remember."

The car finally came to a stop, ignoring his comment I rise my heavy head only to see a parking-lot of a motel. Next my car door was opened and I was roughly pulled out by the driver. He held me with his tow arms below my armpit and my leg and feet swaying on the ground.

"What now?" The driver shrugged shaking me a little causing me to giggle for some reason.

"This." A gunshot sounded in the parking lot and body collapsing to the ground.

"Holy fucken shit! Why did you kill him." I said rolling my body off the dead fifty year onto the car, leaning on it hoping to get back my balance of my drunken mind. 

He shrugged picking up the body and placing it skillfully into the driver seat. While he was doing that loads of liquid poured out of my mouth mixing with the blood of a the now deceased. I knelt over the puddle continually mouth shitting.

"Are you done yet?" 

I lifted my finger up before pouring out once last. "Okay I'm gone."

"Now we have five minutes to get to the motel across the street before the car blows to pieces. You need help?"

"Yes I need help you shit head." He picked me up and through me over his shoulder. He walked to the motel which wasn't across the street but what felt like a mile away. We checked in acting as a drunken couple which wasn't hard for me, earning a disgusted look from the old lobbyist.  

He laid me gently on the bed in the middle of the room pecking my cheek, an action I would have slapped him for but simply didn't have the energy too. 

My eye slowly close the last thing I hear is the voice of a news anchor, something about a car bomb.