🔪Doll🔪

Chapter 6

*This chapter contains slang/improper grammar. These are not typos.*

(Aris POV)

As soon as I'm out of the back door, I tear my mask off and take deep breaths of fresh air like a drowning man that's finally surfaced.

Unfortunately, the rancid odor in that house seems to linger like it's embedded itself in my nostrils, haunting me...as if I'd ever forget that smell. Hell, I even taste it on my tongue. So fucking gross!

I spit a few times to no avail and notice that the odor is also clinging to my clothing and skin, making me shudder.

As I'd thought earlier, everything I have on will be burned and I'll have to scrub myself with down with disinfectant. 

Damn...I really liked this coat too, I sigh. Oh well...I'll just buy me another one.

There should be a fucking warning on that house, not to enter it without a hazmat suit and respirator.

I should burn this piece of shit to the ground right now...

I shake my head. Here I am, whining like a little bitch when poor Amara was held captive in there for two years. I honestly don't know how she survived...

Just the thought of her being trapped in there...GRRRRR!!! I am SO going to enjoy torturing and killing that pathetic waste of space! 

I shove the mask into my pocket, kick the heavily soiled shoe covers off of my ruined shoes and toss them over the fence, into the abandoned house's yard next door. There's no fucking way I'm taking those sewage covered things with me.

Normally, I would never leave anything behind, but the yard is so full of trash that they blend right in.

Besides, I committed no crime here.

I carefully peel my gloves off, leaving them wrong side out, and stuff them into my pocket with the mask.

I head back around front and see that there are four thugs congregated around my car – two on bicycles and two on foot.

I place my hand into the pocket with the gun, ready for anything.

I walk out from around the corner of the porch, surprising them. "Can I help you gentlemen?"

"Yeah...you can start by tellin' us why a pretty lil' white boy thought he could drive his pretty lil' car into our neck of the woods?" the fat one of the group asks, crossing his arms all cockily.

It's funny how he's calling me little when I'm several inches taller than all of them.

"How else am I supposed to learn about culture and diversity?" I smirk, which seems to piss them all off.

"You know what happens ta white boys like you and they whips here?" the one with dreads asks menacingly.

"Nothing that he doesn't allow," I shrug, not giving a shit or playing into their stupid game.

"You see those plump, dick suckin' lips on him?" the one with a hat on backwards asks his pals. "I say we teach him how to use 'em," he unzips his fly.

"Yeah...and then we take his shit," the one with a blue bandana on his head laughs as he spins the front wheel of his bicycle around.

Only in their dreams...

"How about you get the fuck away from my car before something bad happens to all of you," I retort.

They look at each other and laugh before looking back at me incredulously.