A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing Pt. 3

I slowly lifted up my pained face trying to release the cry that was knocked out of me by his knee and drooled. Blood dripped from my face onto the floor and I had no clue of where it was coming from. I cried so loud and hard my own ears rung. I sat up and turned to look at Hayden who had a worried look on his face. He looked behind himself into the store, closed the door and locked it.

“SHUT UP!” He yelled angrily with veins protruding through his forehead. The command he made was impossible and I had absolutely no control over myself. Hayden kneeled down to where I sat and looked into my face. My eyes were squinted and tears were blocking a clear view of his face. The only thing I could make out was his strong square shaped face with a blank look formed.

“SHUT UP BEFORE I MAKE YOU,” he screamed.
His sudden transformation from calm to a blast of anger made me jump. My uncontrollable emotions wouldn’t let me make his demand possible. Before I could even try to calm myself, the exertion of his hand overpowered me and left me sniffling with no presence of sound. I cupped my cheek to prevent pain and protect it from being hit again. My eyes stayed connected to the ground beside me. His breathing was rough and loud and got even louder until I could feel scratchy lips onto my ear. My hand quickly floated to my ear, but it wasn’t fast enough. His hand latched onto my wrist. He squeezed so hard my entire arm abruptly turned limp.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispered in a demonizing way. Without looking into his face I could tell his teeth were clenched.

His tongue scraped the rim of my ear and a breeze lingered and hung onto the slimy wetness. My uncontrollable cry gradually began with a squeak and sniffles. I was disgusted and scared. My problems had just gotten worse. I calmed myself and lifted my head from the ground teary eyed and stared at a wooden desk that stood on thin weak wooden legs. It was slanted and close to trampling over any day now. His rough hand rubbed my thigh and my toes curled with hope for the madness to end. A green sweater was lodged under one of the fragile legs. I noticed a corner of a plastic bag peaking from under the green sweater and a trail of a white powdery substance was splattered from it.

A loud explosive bang came from behind me and made both me and Hayden jump.

“Damn, my shit is all over the gr_.” Paul looked in me and Hayden’s direction confused then realized exactly what was going on. His face showed he was definitely about to join.

“What the FU_,” Paul’s voice shook and rumbled around in his body as he hopped onto Hayden trying to grip his neck. I had butt bounced back just in time before I was smothered and knocked out by Paul’s strong force. He wiped Hayden’s head on the ground from side to side squeezing the air out of him. Hayden’s calloused hands linked onto Paul’s wrist trying to remove them from his neck. His hands creased on the sides of his palms while veins popped out on the top of them. I looked at my hand again in comparison to his amazed by his grand size. Paul’s hand size dominated Hayden’s. I looked at both of my hands even more amazed. Hayden struggled and grunted for breaths of air with his teeth clenched and veins bulging from his forehead and neck. Paul lifted his stone hand and pounded furiously into Hayden’s face. Each time Paul’s hand lifted from Hayden’s face, blood dripped from it. I was watching a man who went from seemingly nice to the devil’s son in a matter of seconds “get that ass beat” as my mother would say to me when I was being a “bad girl” and not following her rules.

My heart was beating fast in the pit of my stomach and it made me feel nauseated. I had never seen such a violent display. I felt tears warm my eyes.

“No respect for YOU!” Paul emphasized jerking Hayden’s neck in an upward motion creating a cracking noise. Hayden’s neck limped and his mouth gaped open. I assumed he fell asleep. Paul looked at me with surprised eyes, breathing hard and a thick chunk of slob hung from the hairs of his mustache. I picked at a hard piece of candy stuck to my sweatshirt and put it to my lips. He frowned and shook his head to make sure everything that had just happened was real.

“Go, huh home,” he said still trying to catch his breath. Paul rolled over onto his back and continued to breathe hard. I watched his chest rise into the air. I walked to the door to enter the gas station and the closer I got to Paul, the faster my heart began to beat. I stood and looked over him and began to jiggle the door. It wouldn’t open. I jiggled it harder and faster and exchanged quick rapid looks between it and Paul who watched me lazy eyed. He slowly began to stand up with one knee propped up. I cringed and closed my eyes when he grabbed my hand slowly and held on to it for two seconds too long. He let go of it and a rusty noise clicked on the door.
“You have to unlock the door,” he exclaimed gently, “now go on home.” I stared at him and exited the doorway walking backwards into the countertop. I felt my entire way to the entrance while watching him intensely.