Hotter Than Hell

Beanies And Weenies

Veronica's Pov

I didn't notice the tears of frustration  rolling down my cheeks until I saw the sign on the door of the bus station.

Station Closed For Construction Purposes

The tears were hot in the cold wind and were already in my mouth. The salt tasted weird in my dry mouth.

I just want to go home!

I guess it was too much to ask. The Subway was something my dad had told me to always avoid. I guess I had to go against his word today. Even if I didn't want to.

I took my phone out and searched where the nearest subway was.

The feed was about to roll out when my phone froze up, then the screen went black.

Of course my phone would die.

As frustruated as I was, I shoved my phone back into my purse and walked back to The Net.

The wind had stopped. But it was still cold.

I tried cheering myself up, at least it isn't raining.

It was as if God wanted me to hate him. Because before I could finish my thought, the sky started softly crying.

At first I thought it was only a slight drizzle. But the closer I got to the building, the harder it started to rain.

I was five blocks away from The Net when there was a loud crackling sound coming from the sky.

I almost jumped out of my shoes. Looking up, I saw the lightning flash through the rain.

You're almost there, Ronny, I told myself, quickening my pace.

I thought only good thoughts for a full three and a half minutes, when the man I saw before started walking my way.

His long trenchcoat looked almost blue black in comparison to before, when the Sun shone on it.

He walked straight up to me. My breath hitched in my throat and I clutched the bundle of papers to my chest and pushed my purse behind ny back.

The man grimaced and stopped, right in front of me.

"Ya, know, lady 'round 'ere in New Yowk, we don't appreciate what youhse did back dere. See, youhse had some bad mannars, ey. Lookin' a'me like I wus some kin'a criminal," his voice was low and rough.

He reeked of smoke and moonshine. His teeth were an ugly brown colour and his eyes were bloodshot. Underneath his greyish trenchcoat he wore nothing. I could see his mossy chest hair. The black beanie covered his white hair.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to curl into a ball and cry.

Maybe I should apologise, I thought.

I opened my mouth but all that came out was a loud sob. It must've escaped my lungs, because I felt breathless after the release.

The man furrowed his fluffy brows. Then, his hard eyes turned soft.

"Eh, girly, you iight? I can sees someting's wrong. Youhse needa hug?"

I nodded my head frantically and leaped into his open arms, not caring about the horrible stench that came off him.

He hugged me tightly to his chest. I sobbed into the cloth that covered his body.

After a moment, he pulled back.

I smiled up at him, "I'm sorry, Mister. I never meant to offend you. I've just had one of the worst days ever."

He held onto my chin with his grubby fingers which smelt of oil and...sperm?

"Well, d'as alrite, dolly," he smiled widely.

I momentarily closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again.

The man's face was closer to my face. His eyes were closed and his lips were puckered.

I instantly pushed him away.

"What the hell!" I screamed.

He stumbled backwards and laughed.

"Soooo close!"

I scoffed and started walking on.

When I turned around he was standing at the door of a cafe across the road, holding his trenchcoat open at two teenage girls.

I blew out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in and kept walking.

Un-fucking-believable. People are crazy! I mused to myself.

took me really long to finish this for some reason. weird.

gonna update another one rn idk maybe

word count 714

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