King ( ON HOLD )

E i g h t e e n

Clementine

"Fucking hell! Breath!" One of the guys said as he pounded on my back with his fist.

I only chocked more every time I took a look at the person in front of me. Tears rained down my red face, I couldn't breath. His pounding didn't help either as it only started to bruise my back.

Poor back.

With one last hit, I gasped taking as much air as I could. "Okay I'm good," I said."You can stop beating the shit out of my back now." My eyes narrowing at his sheepish look that took over his face.

However though, that all went to vain as I took another look at the person standing infront of me, at his oh very intimidating posture, I broke out in a hysteria of laughter.

"Y-you have to b-be kidding-g me!" I wheezed as more tears strolled down," you're like what? S-seven." I carried on, clutching my stomach in pain.

"Thirteen."

"Oh my!" I cracked up," you're letting a thirteen year old boss you around."

"Well, that thirteen year old held you hostage." One of the guys fired back and I immediately straightened up.

"For real though, why am I here? Someone stole your anime figure and you want me to bring it back? Or did your mummy put you on time out and you need a bodyguard? You already have two thou-" I gasped," you're not going to make me wipe your butt after you take a crap are you?!" I immediately started to jump up and down in absolute disgust.

"I can do that on my own." The thirteen year old said, pouting.

"What taking a crap or wiping your butt?"
He only stomped his foot as he glared at me.

"Okay then... why the fu-ork do you have a cell in the basement? You are too young to be into any of those kinky stuff. Hey now, don't glare at me, I'm like twice your age!" But it only made him glare more. Not being to be able to keep it in. I started laughing as I imagined him stomping his leg like the spoiled brat he is.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!" He screeched making my ears hurt as he stomped his leg like a child."MAKE HER SHUT UP NOW"

"Dude chill." I dragged out, " no need to get anyone hurt." I carried on looking at the two men advancing towards me. "For real, it ain't gonna be me. I-i.. uhh, I know KUNG FU! HYA!" I quickly jumped into one of the Jackie chan fighting postures.

'Yes because that posture will make them quiver in fear'

'Ah Young doggy. Nice of you to join us, would you like a cup of tea?'

'Duck'

'Ah Ducks, I fear they aren't on the menu today, would the Lady perhaps like a sal-'

I suddenly found my self falling on the ground, head first. Fuck that hurts.

'WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME TO MOVE YOU FEMALE BITCH!' I screamed, annoyed with her already.

'Dory has a higher IQ than you.'

I groaned in pain as I felt my hair being snatched backwards and I was no longer on the ground. "Dude seriously, were you raised by animals, have your mother not tought you that hitting a female is a big no no?!"

"I don't see no female."

Ha! The nerve!

Having enough with the grip on my hair, I Forced my nails to pass the second layer of skin of the hand that's gripping my hair."Let. Me. Go. I didn't birth you and forgot you."

He groaned in pain as he ripped his now bloody hands off me, not giving him a chance to recover. "Just because we don't have them, doesn't mean we don't know how hard to kick them." With that, I proudly kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, in the balls, the nuts, the-.

'I think we got it now idiot.' She snarled.

'Damn boo, what got your panties in a twist?'

Leaving the guy in the floor, I turned to the other dude. Landing an upper hook, he fell to the side as blood splattered everywhere from his mouth.

Ew.

Moving closer to kick him, only to realise he isn't moving. Damn I feel like Creed.

"So uhh, kid. What's your name? What do your parents call you? What's written on you birth certificate? Wha-"

"Bentley."

I snorted."For real kid, what is it?"

If his eyes could kill I would be fucking six feet under.

"Holy shit-" I snorted," Who the fuck names their kid Bentley?!" I laughed. " Vroom, Vroom"

Wiping off my imaginary tears, I brushed past him to sit on the spinning chair. "So tell me," I said, crossing my legs over the table," why the fuck am I here?"

"Don't curse!" He said, stomping his legs again.

"Fuck, shit, ass, asshole. Bitch, mother fucker, whore, slut, cunt, ass-"

'You've said that already, oh oh say Gobdaw'

"Gob-"

'What the fuck is that?'

'Oh right I forgot your an uneducated human, it's an Irish word you Gobdaw'

"Why are you crying?" I sighed at the thirteen year old child, hands fisted to the sides and his eyes blinking as he tries to prevent tears from falling.

"I'm not crying! You're crying."

"Kid you look like a deformed window wipers, just let it out." He started wailing, tear after tear came strolling down his chubby cheeks, Bentley slowly turned towards his unconscious buff guys, only to cry even more.

"Dear god.." I face palmed," what is it?"

"I-it just th-that- please don't hit me!"

"I'm not- I'm not a child beater, even though I should after what you've put me through."

~

"So, uh, Clementine.. I didn't know that little Bentley has friends who are actually older than him." Bentleys' mother said. Her name is Jessica Jackson, a 2 year old widow with bright green eyes and ginger boy  cut hair.

"How can he not." I said with a sweat smile as I turned towards Bentley. " You raised him well Ms. Jackson, it's enough that he offered me a place to stay for the next couple of days. Right Bentley"

"Y-yes C-C-clem-"

"Bentley are you okay?" Ms. Jackson said, laying her hand softly on his. "Yes Bentley, are you okay?" I repeated, kicking his leg underneath the dinning table when he took his time answering.

I slowly stood up after wiping my hand on the table cloth," Dinner was lovely Ms. Jackson, but I think I'll call it a night."