I smile as the guy comes in and let Marco stay, locking the door so the kid can't get out. I turn to him, "What's your name?" I ask with a fake smile, waiting for his answer.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I pull up a chair and pat the seat, "Sit down, Charlie."
He does so, swallowing, and I pull up another, swinging it around and sitting infront of him with my arms on the backrest, "My names Anabella and I have major anger issues."
He swallows again, "C-Can I call you Bella? ...Because your Bella?"
I slap him with my good hand and shake my head, "No, you can't. Now shut your f*cking mouth or else you'll never have babies."
He goes pale and shuts up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"I don't like it when people touch me," I tell him, "I feel...raped, and violated when someone I don't know touches me on the stomach. And that's technically called sexual assault. Now, I'm not a lawyer, but I don't think you want to spend the rest of your great little life in jail, would you?"
He shakes his head, "Whucha gonna do? Sue me?" He chuckles.
"I would," I tell him, "But I'm not. Instead, I'm going to beat the living sh*t out of you."
He goes pale again, backing up and standing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I stand as well and walk towards him, backing him up against the wall and kneeing him right in the crutch, he grunts and I head-butt him before punching him in the stomach. He slaps me and I hold my cheek, looking back at him, "Did you just...hit me?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I knew him again and he falls to the floor. I drop beside him and punch him until he get uncontious. Standing, I wip the blood off my hands and look at Marco, "You can clean him up now."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. — Ann Landers