I whirled back and my stare narrowed on the form that was staggering forward. It was dark and the only light that
was allowing us to see anything was the dim light of the lamp post.
I squinted to see his face as he tripped on his own foot. His body form was slumped and his movement was sluggish. My gut was telling me to run the other way and I was about to listen when another voice came behind me.
"Hey pretties," I jolted and rushed back to Penelope's side, holding her hand and pulling her close, shielding her from them.
I turned to the other party, watching their every move.
In our right side, there was a group of 3 people that were sneering at us, taunting us. They looked pretty sober and I could feel my heartbeat pick up and my mind start doing calculations while my eyes flew from one side to the other, sizing them up.
My eyes darted around our surroundings, searching for a quick escape.
The second they came too close for my liking, I pulled Penelope, who was quivering in her shoes, to one side and told her to run in a hushed tone.
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Go! I'll distract them, go somewhere safe and don't look back."
She didn't seem to think twice about it. Her chin was trembling and she seemed to be close to tears as she pulled me into a hug and with a soft thank you, she was off like the hell hounds were on her heels.
I turned to our uninvited guests and saw the man with his companions gesturing them to go after Penelope.
I narrowed my eyes into slits as I took off my flats.
Girly time's over, boys. Meet Pixie.
As the guy took of running after her, I took off running after him and tackled him to the ground and started throwing punches.
"Don't. hurt. my. friend." I growled under my breath in between punches. Penelope might not be a friend that I have known forever, hell, I've only met her yesterday but she's a friend to me and I'm not letting anyone hurt my friends or family.
Hell, who the fuck am I kidding, if he lay a hand on a single strand of her hair on her pretty head, I'm gonna break his fingers one by one.
In the midst of punching, I heard someone walking up behind me and I gave the guy a good punch for the last time before bracing myself and swinging my left foot up into the air, aiming for the other guy's head as I used my hands to hold my weight.
As my foot made contact with some random part of his body, I heard a pained grunt from the guy behind me and I jumped to my feet to face him.
I raised my foot to give him another kick but he moved away and someone grabbed me from the back.
My foot kicked the air as I thrashed against the hold keeping my arms captive.
I screamed in frustration as I realized they're hold's too strong for me to fight off.
The guy that I punched stalked towards me while I was still fighting off the guy holding me. I glared at him and spat at his face when he's at arm's length and he scrunched up his battered face in disgust before wiping my spit off.
"We wanted to play nice but now, you just landed yourself an angry gang." I glared at him. The fuck do I care, he can jump off a cliff and go die.
"Go. To. Hell." I snarled at him in fury.
He managed to land a punch on my face and another on my stomach. I doubled over from the pain and if it wasn't for the guy holding me, I wouldn't be able to stay up straight.
"Fuck you," I spat at him in disgust. He growled and raised a fist to land a hit again when I beat him to it by raising both of my legs and kicked him on the abdomen, making him stagger backwards.
I swiftly threw my head back and head butted the guy who's holding me. The hold on my arms loosened and I twisted his hands so that it was my turn to hold his wrists and twisted my whole body sideways, throwing him off sideways and let his wrists go to let him tumble to the pavement.
I wiped off the blood on my lip and rolled my shoulders.
I ignored the throbbing on my head and swiveled back to face their boss. The drunk was no where in sight and he probably scurried out of there once the fight started.
Their boss was a midget.
No, I'm not trying to insult him.
Well, okay maybe a teeny bit. But he is a midget. A short man with a pot belly in a suit. He was bald, chubby with a short stubble and his forehead shone under the lamp light, reflecting the illumination.
I hate him.
It was hate at first sight.
"Is there a reason that you guys would want to come onto two innocent teenage girls in the middle of the night and made an attempt to man-handle them?" I raised an eyebrow to question him and he filed his nails in mock casualty.
He shrugged, seeming calm about the fact that I just beat two of his men unconscious.
"We were just passing by and saw you girls looking a bit lonely. We just wanted to offer some companion." He feigned innocence and my eyes turned into slits.
I stormed towards him and he visibly gulped when he saw my clenched hands.
I held his dress suit in one fist and drew him near to my face, forcing him up to his tip toes.
"Now listen here, old man. You simply do not, and I mean do not mess with someone like me." I glared at him, my eye twitching. His eyes were as wide as saucers and they looked like they were about to pop out of his eye sockets.
"And who are you?" He tried sounding confident and intimidating, challenging even.
I gave him a humorless laugh, the sadist inside me coming through. "I'm someone you shouldn't mess with. Come near me or any of my friends ever again and I swear you will never see the daylight ever again."
He nodded frantically, not even hiding the fear in his eyes.
"Now tell me, who do you fucking work for because we both know there was no way in fucking hell that it was just a 'coincidence' that you passed by." I was lying of course, there was every chance possible that he was just strolling by but my gut wants none of it and me, being me, listened to my gut.
It is a wise gut. Saved me more than I could count. Thank you gutty.
I tried to make sense of why he could be in this place during my fight with his goons. A drug deal? Not possibly, it's too close to the town square, it'll be way too risky for him.
But if he's not hear to meet anyone, then why is he dressed in a suit? In the middle of a hot weather, nonetheless.
Something just smelled too fishy and gutty doesn't like it. Not one bit.
I was in a Sherlock Holmes mode as my mind started ticking off things that didn't make sense, there were people strolling by other than me and Penelope just before he cornered us, why did he choose to harass us in particular?
Something's just not adding up and I knew my gut wasn't to be questioned this time.
Well, I guess I just have to see his response.
I knew I was right when he started trembling and shaking on the spot with his eyes wide like a deer on a spotlight.
I was still shooting him daggers through the glare and I would be nominated liar of the year if I told you he was unfazed by it. "W-what- I- you- I-" He stuttered, beads of sweat had appeared on his bald and shiny head.
I gritted my teeth as the disgusting son of a bitch avoided eye contact and tugged on his collar. Someone definitely sent this motherfucker, alright.
"Who sent you, you bloody motherfucker?!" I yelled in frustration as I raised him higher.
"I promise I have nothing to do with it. This guy just offered me some money to get a girl with dark hair and wearing the exact same outfit as you are and he called me just before you turned that corner and told me that you were coming.
I didn't know, I swear I didn't mean to do anything." he was practically begging for his life and I stepped on every sympathy feelings I have for him.
He's a good-for-nothing, money-crazed bastard. I shouldn't waste my time on him.
I raised my hand and he flinched. I lowered it and turned it palm up. "Give me the phone you contacted him with," I demanded and with trembling hands, he dug through his dress pants' pockets and fished out an Iphone.
I snatched it from his shaking fingers and opened it up, instantly going to his call logs and searched for the most recent number. There was no name on it but the number was enough.
I memorized it and gave it back to him after a minute.
I let my hold on his suit go and pushed him away from me. "Go. But if I ever catch you anywhere near me or my family and friends ever again, I will make sure you wished I killed you." I threatened him with emotionless eyes.
His men were still out cold but that didn't stop him from pivoting by his heel and bolt out of there.
I snorted silently, fucking cowards be everywhere.
I glared at his retreating figure and let myself suck in a huge breath as the adrenaline lets go of me and exit my system.
The throb on my abdomen and head finally settled in. Everything ached and my foot felt like I strained a muscle.
I winced when I tried to stretch and decided to let it be.
C'mon Case, stop being a hussy. You dealt with bruises much worse.
I limped away from the scene, pulling out the cheap pay-phone I brought with me in case of any emergency and called the number I drilled into my head 10 minutes ago.
I didn't expect anyone to answer so I wasn't surprised when it went to a voicemail.
"Listen, you motherfucking asshole. I don't care who you are, you could be a duke, a fucking royalty and all that shit and I will still bash your head the second I meet you. So you better watch your fucking back." I snarled into the phone, trying to push the pain away from my voice.
I cut the line and threw the phone away into a dumpster while whipping out my personal phone and called Penelope next.
God, let her be alright.