" SON OF A BITCH!" Tray roars and hits Dave on the jaw with the butt of the rifle. He grabs him by the shoulders and throw his entire body against the wall.
He falls down as blood ooz from his mouth.
I throw my arms at Tray and hug his neck tightly.
" Are you okay, did he hurt you?"
I look up at him, sobbing, helpless and afraid.
I shake my head no.
He wipes the blood off my face and turns his attention back to Dave. He throws himself on Dave and starts punching him, blow by blow. The rifle is still lying on the bed and Tray doesn't stop until he breaks Dave's nose.
I hug my legs tightly on the bed, sobbing.
Dave's face is full of blood, you can't even see his eyes.
"Stop!" I shout, lurching towards Tray.
" You're going to kill him!"
Dave is moaning as he tries to get up.
Tray turns his pink face to me, his eyes wild.
" I should just kill him!" He says and grabs the rifle off the bed.
I rush foward and block him.
" Please, don't," I touch the rifle.
Dave starts laughing behind me as he struggles to a standing posture.
" Just let him kill me, he's used to it anyway."
" WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!" Tray spits and moves forward.
Dave laughs wickedly.
" You think you can fool me? I know all your dirty secrets."
I look at Tray.
His hot breath feels like fire...real fire.
He cocks the gun and aim it at Dave.
" Say some dumb shit again and I swear I'll burst your brains out!"
Dave laughs again, he eyes on me.
I swallow and step close to Tray.
" You haven't told him right? He still doesn't know...." He shakes his head, wiping the blood off his cheek.
I feel Tray's eyes on me but I don't dare look up at him.
" Oops! I spilled the secret?" He laughs, " Pretty boy here doesn't know that he---"
I charge in.
" Dave, just get out! Stop causing us more trouble."
" Trouble?" He mocks, " Me trouble? You've been sleeping with trouble all this time.... HE IS TROUBLE!"
He aims a finger at Tray.
" Okay, that's it! Move aside Hal, time to shut this bitch up!"
" No!" I yell.
" No?"
" Tray, look, before you do anything else, there's something you need to know."
I'm fidgeting with my hands.
" You see he...umm.." I swallow a mouthful of saliva.
" He saved your life."
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