Bitch - OSW Fiction

[tgwithin]

“Bitch!”

A single shot.

Startled, I jumped from my warm office chair, turning towards the picture window. It was almost 4 pm.

“Bitch,” his cell fell to the ground beside the gray chevy sedan, “this is why...” he bent down to retrieve his smashed phone from the snow.

A cloud of smoke swirled inside the car. School gets out earlier now, I thought and noticed the clock on my screen.

“Get the fuck out, whore.” He pounded on the drivers window, violently.” For this...traitor... fahişe.”

I pounded hard on the office window.

No response. The dark haired teen rounded the back of the car as a young girl stepped from the haze into the street. The badger approached her shouting. Cursing, he stopped inches from affection, forcefully close to her face.

“How could you...drop me for this,” Jerking forward with each accusation as his anger spewed... “you fuckin' fahişe.”

She barked back defiantly, her words ment to push him back. They didn't.

I unlocked the side window, shouting, “Stop that right now, hey, you stop it. We'll have none of that...STOP. Not in our neighborhood, no sir. Get in your car and leave or I'm calling the cops.” Shit I thought, I said cops. What did she say?

The longer hair boy kept his right hand in his pocket as he slinked from his bucket seat safety. Silently he stood along side his car.

“Sorry sir,” The badger looked up towards my voice, “we're leaving.” Instantly calming his voice.

He grabbed her elbow and pusher her across the street in front of the yellow apartment building entrance.

The confrontation got hot. He spit into her stoic face then turned to flee.

“His hand is in his pocket.”

“I see.” John was watching from behind me and had his cell phone out as we watched the long haired boy slink towards the pair.

“Should we call the police.” I asked.

“Not yet. Let's see.”

What ever she said in that message made him mad, I thought, still thinking of my story.

Across the street the angry kid hurled his broken phone, keys and wallet at the girl. She swayed, the objects shot into the cold slush at her feet.

Out to the middle of the street he flew.

“He threw his shoe at her head. Did you see that?” Now what's he going to do, limp home in the snow? I thought.

The badger's white sock soaked up the icy slush as he limped towards the lost shoe, thinking better of his last decision as he stomped it back onto his frozen foot.

“He's all yours... kabeden. Kabeden.” Again he spit at her before limping off.

Her hands rose to cover her face and she turned her back to his furry. Her shoulders slumped.

The lazy friend sort-of hugged her, for a moment, then they turned. The car unlocked itself as another hooded male crossed the lawn in front of them with a somewhat pleased expression on his face.

He opened the rear door for the weeping teen and motioned for her to get in. He nodded at his buddy, lighting something, as they slid into the bucket seats of sin.

He had given them a five minute lead before rounding the corner. How easily this trap had worked.

Tgwithin © 2013

[JMac1949 Memories]

And you're just going to leave us hanging???  R&L

[tgwithin]

Had to be under 600 words! Ha JMac  :D

[Seth James]

Intense.  The confusion of the bystander watching a story end, when they don't know the beginning or circumstances, came through well.

[tgwithin]

The fun of fiction is that it can turn down the wrong road at any time. Thanks for reading Seth.