CLASHES (3)
Someone screamed as I dug my hands into Emiliana's hair.
The pale blonde dug her hands into my hair in response and in the moment, I slammed her into a wall, she stared at me with wide shocked eyes; I wasn't the tallest person on planet earth and I definitely wouldn't win an award with respect to great body build, I was slender – really slender, beautiful but slim.
People often confused my body stature as someone who wouldn't be able to hold their grounds in a fight when the truth was, I knee exactly how to maximize my skin and bones if push came to shove.
"You are hurting me!" She screeched as she tried to push me away. I let her go and slapped her across the face twice, she roared and tugged on my hair tighter, her knee connected with my rib and it was my turn to let out a yelp, I grunted and rolled over, I didn't know why noone was stopping this fight, but I appreciated it.
It was high time people like Emiliana got what was coming to them. On a normal day, I could never imagine myself doing this. But today was not a normal day, I lost my job, I'm out on the streets and I have nowhere else to go.
If I gave the stuck-up two-bit girl a piece of my mind today – I had absolutely nothing to lose.
I pushed myself up as I caught a glance of my father's picture. Derek and oi had taken that photo when I was twelve and he had taken me out to a festival in Mexico. That was the only photo my mother had allowed me to take home and now it was –
I wasn't allowed to complete my thought because someone grabbed the photo out of the frame. I bounced up at a pace I wasn't sure I had in me prior today and matched eyes with Emiliana "Return it." I spat as I held my hand out to collect it. She reached out the photo to me almost as if she was going to hand in over then the last moment she retracted and tore it.
She tore it, she tore into shreds, memories flashed before my eyes and heaven knows that all I saw was red from then on, I had never felt so much anger and pain at the same time. I was furious.
This time I did not grab her hair, no, No. I slammed her into the ground and I slapped her across the face over and over again because I wanted it to scar.
"Who do you think you are huh?" I said as I slapped her across the face with my ring coated hand. She yelped "you think you can just pick on anyone? That you can humiliate them however you wish? Huh? Is that how it works?" I spat as a landed two slaps across her face. She spat out blood.
"That you can just tear someone's memories and childhood apart? Huh?" my voice was heavy with emotion.
"Y-you are going to kill me!" she gasped.
"that's my intention, and when you get to the after life, send my father some regards. Tell him —His daughter sent you there- who am I kidding? You are probably going to hell!" I was about to hit her in the head with one of the small vase that had crawled out of my bag when someone grabbed me and pulled me back.
I didn't even wait to see it was and I had already berserk on them because anyone who was going to try and stop me from killing this girl today was going to end up dead too, my hair covered my vision as oi struggled with this person, from the grip on my limbs I was about to figure out the fact that I was a man., I was about to pull away when he pulled me closer.
My hair left my face and we locked eyes in a split moment before my ankle connected with his jaw.
He grunted loudly. I thought this free time to turn and finish her off but when I did - Emilia was gone, that little coward ran away. How iconic.
"Look what you've done!" I said as I pointed to the ground frustratedly.
"Look what I have done?" He matched my tone as me held his jaw, his steel blue eyes piercing my skin in what seemed to be stern manner "I just stopped you from committing homicide and probably spending the rest of your life behind bars or six feet under"
I ran my hands through my hair, this dude was dumber than he looked "oh really?" I gasped in fake shock "thank you so much! Thank you so much for saving my life!" I exclaimed as I glanced around and then locked eyes "but what fake shrink convinced you that I needed saving? did it not cross your mind that you could have just held her down and let me finish her off?" I spat and looked in the direction Emiliana ran in.
"I am not a murderer" the man deadpanned. I rolled my eyes and turned to face him
"Thanks to you, I am not one either" I gritted out
"Aren't you happy that you didn't end up killing someone? Come on?" he responded
"I'm not happy but I'm sure you are; you ruined my life even more than it had been and shouldn't you be on your way now? Don't you have better things to do?" I snapped as I stared down at his blue tuxedo. He looked like some businessman that was thrown out from a Disney movie.
He sucked in a deep breath and was about to walk away when he suddenly stopped.
I turned away, engrossed in my current predicament because I was sure anytime from now the new owners of this apartment would show up and I would get kicked out – not like it would make a difference since I was already out on the streets.
"What are you waiting for?" I finally asked when the silence became over bearing. I had decided to busy myself with picking up my stuff – which was unfortunately taking ages when I noticed this tall, handsome freak – who had stopped me from killing Emiliana and whose name I didn't know – kept stealing glances from me.
"Nothing." The dark haired man replied as he began to walk away, his fringe bouncing as he walked, I felt a part of me sign in relief as I watched him walk away. Over the years, I still haven't brought myself to be comfortable around his gender, child hood trauma hits hard? Eh?
I ran my hands over my face as I grabbed my stuff and walked in the opposite direction, I had no clue where I was going, but I sure hoped it wasn't into some lion's den