Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 43.

Donald

A couple days later

I lazily place my junk food onto the counter, waiting for the cashier to rack up my things. I didn't really feel like eating whatever shit my mom is making tonight and she fell asleep, so I decided to come here and get eight bags of Ruffles to fill myself up for the night. I tap my slender fingers along the marble with my patience withering while the guy appears to be putting something on the shelves behind him. He should've did this while I wasn't here instead of now. It upsets me because he probably had all day to do it but when I walk in here at five in the afternoon, he wants to handle shit.

"Um, I've been standing here for like five minutes and I'm not trying to be here for another five.. so can you ring this up, please?" I question kindly. The guy nearly falls backwards, and I push him foward out of fear, not wanting him to fall on me and crush my body. He spins his entire body, giving me a grateful nod, "Thank you so much."

"No problem..." I trail off, eyeing my food trying to end this staring fest going on between us so he can make my purchases and I can leave. When he finally realizes what my dancing eyes are signaling, he covers his mouth getting to work. I observe as he places all eight of the bags into one, squinting in annoyance at him for doing that. "You lazy motherfucker..." I mumble to myself.

After the purchases are done being made, I quickly jog out of the door not wanting to be in the presence of the goofy man anymore. The semi warm breeze smacks against my face with me taking in the scent of the growing flowers and the burning heat of the sun shining on me. I use my hands as a barrier to protect my eyes so I can see everything out in front of me. Swinging the bag back and forth, I watch as the little kids play down the street, having fun by doing the simplest things. I sigh, reminiscing those days because they were honestly the best and I had no worries. I always wanted to turn back in time but not at this moment anymore. I have chips to eat and I'm not going back to the past when I'm hungry as hell right now.

Just thinking about the ruffles melting in my mouth sends it watering. I glance down at them, shaking my head in awe. Trying to hold my jaw to prevent drooling over the chips, it all gets bombarded by a fist connecting against my jaw sending me flying onto the ground. "Ow." The concrete rubs through the thick layer of my jeans and I can already feel the thin exterior of my skin peeling off with warm liquid pouring out from the scratches, staining my clothing. Everything suddenly goes black with lights flashing every now and then as I feel myself being dragged somewhere. More fists and feet help along to brutalize my body with my entirety leaping up from the ground every chance just so I can maybe fight back. The lights come back on, recognizing the face of one as his hair dangles above me with an angry look on his face, screaming curse words. "Nigga, you thought this was over? I said I was coming back."

I knew that annoying voice from anywhere, though this time it sounds angry with me. He repetitively aims for my eye with his fist with another person adding pressure to their foot sinking onto my face, smushing into the ground as I groan in pain feeling the arms and legs of another beat on me. "You thought that stank pussy was really yours." He questions yanking me up by my hair. I sit up with no energy in my body to find balance. My eyes flutter open in slow motion at him in front of me with others around him. Choking on my blood, I cough a large amount of it up onto the ground, finding the strength to lift myself up and retaliate even if it isn't possible. "Fuck you." I struggle to say, using my other hand to help me stick my middle finger up.

With my vision being blacked out again, I extend my fists anymore, feeling one connect to another's body hearing him stumbling back. I continue this act for about thirty seconds before I get tackled again with my chest being slammed first. "This nigga really thought he was doing something." My ear drums go out, creating a piercing static sound flowing through my body. I hold my ears in pain with my face scrunched up, wishing this all was a dream. I curl my body up while getting man handled repeatedly, giving up on charging back because I already tried and it didn't do anything since it's about six other big guys with him. "Uh" I groan, wiping the blood from my mouth and feeling the acceleration of my beating heart increase by the seconds.