The Sixers: The Huntsmen of Death

Chapter 4

I looked at my watch for the hundredth time in the past few minutes scanning over the black lined numbers. It was finally reading 1:00pm. Thank god. I'm finally done. I sighed breathing in a sense of relaxation and the weight of exhaustion roll off my shoulders. Today wasn't so bad besides being almost fired....twice.

I grabbed my bag taking out my keys from the lower pocket. I placed my middle and pointer finger through the key ring flipping the keys into my palm. Time to pick up the boys.

Liam was in front of me walking out as he carried his satchel. Let me rephrase – running out. I wonder why he's in such a hurry? He looked like a marshmallow in his plump North Face jacket while his legs looked to be toothpicks compared to the rest of his body.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Mr. Stoke's voice said behind me. I nodded turning back towards the glass sliding doors.

I sat in my car feeling it hum to life as I inserted the keys and turned the ignition. I rested my head on the steering wheel. It was cold to the touch of my forehead that sent shivers down my spine. The chill seemed to fill with me a calmness that swept through my body. I need a nap. I am so ungodly tired. I closed my eyes for a brief second feeling the chill along my skin and my body come to a rest. Ahhh - this is nice.

My eyes shot open to the sound of a horn screaming behind me. What the hell?! My body snapped into attention facing the sound. There sitting behind me was the douche of all douches, Liam. I moaned in frustration. Why can't he just leave me alone. I smacked my head up against the steering wheel being cautious not to hit my own horn. I was hoping he would end up leaving after I payed him no mind. Yet, still, there he was honking and honking to what seemed to be no end.

Fury boiled slowly inside me to the sound of the honking, but more so the fact I wanted to leave. Can't he just go. What the hell does he want. I looked up in my rearview mirror looking at his devil smile through his side window. What an ass. He honked again, and his smile got even bigger. God damnit! I'm over this!

I unlocked my car taking a step out into the freezing air that swept past me. At that moment, I could say I felt pretty scary. I was out to hurt him. Everything that I've been holding back and burying for the past few months seemed to trickle slowly into my burning fire of rage. All my feelings seemed to start to escape from the bottle. Not all of them, for I could still hold back, but some of them. That anger that rose in me, cracked a little part of that bottle and I can't hold back any longer. I needed to let go.

My eyes glared into him as I slammed my car door shut. I approached his car with rage building up inside me. "What. Do. You. Want," I spited under my breath. I was inches from his face that seemed to shine in happiness. This isn't funny. His eyes seemed to taunt me; they almost seemed to dare me. "What!" I yelled at his expression.

He only continued to smile, "I was just passing by and thought I'd say hi." The tone of arrogance could be heard in his voice.

What. An. Ass. I crossed my arms feeling the heat rise up inside me, "I need to leave Liam. Move your car."

"And if I don't?" he dared back.

"I'll either move the car myself by punching you in the face or I'll just ram mine into your "baby" or whatever you call it." The smile faded from his face. "Your choice," I added.

He considered it for a brief moment before grinning up at me, "or I can just sit here cause I know you won't do it."

That was it. That was all it took before I felt my had impact with that pretty little face of his. I felt his cheek bone against my knuckles and the pain that came with it. I pulled my hand back away from his face looking at the damage I had done. Did I just do that? There was a clear bruise forming just below his left eye. Oops. Can't say he didn't deserve it.