The Bird That Couldn't Sing (GBFF)

Chapter 10 - Sang

"Hey there, darlin'. You look lonely. Care for a friend?"

My head instantly snaps to the voice's direction, and I find someone sitting in the spot Silas was just occupying, two guys lingering behind him at the end of the table.

He's a thin looking guy with dark hair and a goatee. His clothes are baggy, almost seeming to swallow his lean frame whole. His lips are curled, like he's constantly kissing the air. His pungent cologne mixes with the strong scent of menthol and cigarette smoke, creating an awful aroma. And even from a few feet away, I can smell his dreadful breath. The two guys with him seem to have the same fashion sense and horrid scent.

I shake my head profusely in answer, not wanting to be anywhere near him in this moment. He smirks. "Oh, but darlin', I'm sure we can find something fun to do with our time. Y'know, I am really good when it comes to physical activities, if you know what I mean," he winks, making me want to gag at his disgusting innuendo.

Again, I shake my head, going to stand up before he grabs ahold of my hand in his, creating an overwhelming sense of revulsion at where our skin meets. My hand grasped in his doesn't allow for much movement, keeping me in stuck in place when all I want to do is run away like the coward I am.

His eyes look me up and down slowly and his grin widens. "What's your name, babe?"

My eyes grow wide as my face pales. What will he do when he realizes I can't answer? Something tells me this guy doesn't speak ASL. In an attempt to rid myself of the horrid situation, I lift my hand to my throat, shaking my head--similar to what I did with Kota that first time.

He seems to get it, nodding his head in understanding, though not really seeing to care nor sympathize. The way he does it makes his chin seem more sharp and angular. "So you can't speak? Are you a fucking mute or something, or are you just being a prude? Either way, my name is Greg, and it is very nice to meet you."

My head jerks back in shock, and I blink a couple of times in an attempt to reign it in. What the heck? Who asks that kind of question? And the way he smirks after his statement makes my head want to recoil again in revulsion.

I shake my head, managing to rip my hand out of his slightly tight hold, pointing a finger over to the bathroom to gesture that I need to use it and should go. Without even waiting for a response, I grab my notebook off the table and leave, walking a fast pace to the girl's bathroom in an attempt to get rid of him, knowing he can't follow me in there.

I'm not so lucky, though, as he follows me with an equally fast pace. I try to hurry up my speed without making it too obvious that I'm practically running from him, but he catches up to me, grabbing my wrist and spinning me back around to face him.

It's only then do I realize my awful mistake; this area is completely empty, void of any humans. Greg grins a sinister and mischievous smile when he realizes this as well, his yellow, stained teeth making an appearance. He let's go of my hand and I slowly back away, trying to put a large distance between us. His friends smirk behind him, having followed him as he chased after me. Oh God, what've I gotten myself into?

All too soon, my back comes in contact with the wall, giving me no room for a possible escape. I'm doomed. He slowly stalks closer, cornering me even further as his two goons follow his lead. Fiddlesticks, I'm gonna be gang banged, aren't I?

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.

"So, darlin', how 'bout that date? Or how 'bout this... you give me a little kiss, and I'll letcha go. But I can't promise you won't want to stay with me a little longer and finish what we started after." His voice is nothing like my new friends'. Kota's is confident and powerful, Victor's is a deep, soothing baritone, and Silas's is even deeper, holding an underlying sense of warmth. But this guy's? His is bitter, and I can almost taste the cigarettes and methonal on his breath.