A CLAY DOLL'S TEAR

Chapter 9

Clay's P.O.V

Watching Nyla walking down the hall gives me such a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

This is not a very safe neighborhood and for someone with out a familiar face and looking like

her, she may attract some unwanted and highly dangerous attention. I better make sure Nyla

arrives to her car undisturbed.

I quickly pull on my black timberland and grab my brown leather jacket, rushing through the door while slipping on the jacket.

"Oh sorry Kyle, I'll be back in a minute ok?" running into kyle on my way out almost knocking him over in my haste "Your dinner is on the island."

"Ok Del." Kyle shifts to the side as I scurry pass him, his voice fades with each stride I take "I have home work."

I now have Nyla in my sight, I'm not far behind her. She is not walking very fast. Watching her as she rummage through her bag still walking, I almost catch up to her. I open my mouth to call after her when two kids run past me shifting my focus to them.

My eyes left Nyla for less than 30 sec and that's all it took for me to lose sight of her.

I am now in full panic mood. My neck snapping in every direction. It is a long damn hall way, there is no way she could have made it to the end of the hall in that short space of time. There is no way I could have lost sight of her that quickly. What the hell?

I am running down the hall looking in every open corner. Faint muffled noises coming from behind the door

at the end of the hall lassos me. Last I've checked no one lived there for the pass

3 years, so why is there noise coming from in there? My mind race with possibilities.

God forbid any of them prove to be true.

I gingerly walk closer, placing my ears to the door, trying to make sense of the sounds.

"Shut the fuck up!" A male voice growl followed by loud muffled sobbing and whimpering.

Anger bubble in side me as I kick the door open to reveal one of my own minds

cruel possibilities unfolding before my eyes.

Trying to blink away the image from my mind, only fuel the rage surging in side of me.

Tightly clenching my fist as my body vibrates uncontrollably with anger at the sight of Nyla

being pinned up against the wall at knife point by one of the neighborhood's drugged up

lowlife. This is more than I could bare.

His forearm press into her throat with a knife plainly in her sight, clearly strategically

place there to scare her while his other hand reaches up her skirt.

The sight of it drove me over the edge. Rage seize all my senses. I flew into him with out a second thought.

Pushing Nyla to the ground, he turn the knife towards me, wildly slashing at me. I punch into his shoulder trying to stop his wild attacks. He lunge at me cutting through my jacket. I charge at him punching

him square into his jaw, jerking his head back violently. His limp body falls to the ground, losing the knife as he hits the floor.

Before he can get to his feet, I rush into him with a running kick to the ribs as hard as I can. I repeatedly acquaint his face with my size 8 boot, feeling his bones cracking with every blow. The rage within me only grew as I kept kicking and stomping.