As I made my way to the Laundromat early that morning, my hands were shaking furiously as I tightly grasped the steering wheel.

I lightly stepped on the break as I approached the woman with messy blonde hair wearing a leather jacket.

She tore open the door of the car and collapsed on the seat next to me.

All was silence as I steered us through one stop light to the other.

When we arrived to a park in the middle of the city; we both stepped out of the car as she snatched the keys from my grasp.

Are you insane, D' Amico, are you actually going to let a trashy looking girl take your Dad's car under her possession?

I asked myself this and many more questions as we sat on each other's seats.

"Hey!" I cried as the blonde shoved the key into the ignition and aggressively turned the key clockwise. "Aren't you going to wait until I instruct you how to use…?"

"I don't need fucking driving lessons from a cunt…" She replied as seized the gear to "Reverse" and removed the hand brake.

"Hey, watch it bitch!" I cried out. "That thing is fucking sensitive!"

"I could care less, you little prick…" She muttered as she rapidly began to back up.

"We're going backwards!" I covered my eyes with both hands as I squealed like a little girl.

She crushed the brake with maximum strength and looked directly at me. "Don't you think I know that?" She gripped the gear and thrust it to "Drive" as we headed out of the park.

I closed my eyes and held on for dear life as the crazy woman sped at 80 miles per hour through lanes that only permitted 30 miles or less.

A few minutes later, the tires screeched underneath us as the blonde pugnaciously trampled on the brake.

"Stay in the fucking car." She ordered as I heard her door slam.

When I opened my eyes, I was relived and happy to be still alive.

One question remained, where had the crazy woman gone off to?

As I inspected my surroundings, I realized we were parked in the huge parking lot of an unrecognized beat up old Bowling Alley.

I opened the car door on my side and turned my gaze to the double doors of the Bowling Alley.

I made no hesitation and quickly trotted inside.

It was as if I had been teleported to the 80's once more because this atmosphere was definitely something I was not used to.

As I continue to inspect around, I notice the headstrong female sitting alone in a booth at the snack bar behind the bowling corridors.

I take a deep breath as I nervously approach the blonde girl who's busily pigging out on her hot fudge sundae.

She finally notices me as I take a seat across from her in the small booth.

"Didn't I fucking tell you to stay in the fucking car?" Her chocolate smothered lips demanded angrily at me as she slams her fists on the weak table.

"A better question would be why the hell are you a FUCKING bitch all of the time?" I ordered.

"Oh…" She groaned loudly. "I wouldn't waste my time trying that psychology shit on me, it ain't going to work anyway."

"You know what!" I bawl as I toss my hands in the air. "Fine, forget that I even asked! But having to cope with a bullshit life and smart ass like you isn't easy."

At this point, she starts to laugh out loud. "You lived a bullshit life? UnFUCKINGbelievable."

"My Dad was killed when I was seventeen…" The thought of Dad's death made my eyes start to water, but I fought back tears like a man. "After his death, Mom decided that she didn't want me around anymore. So, she decided to remarry and start a new family in order to forget about her past…"

"You weren't abandoned as a child, fucktard. You were left only a year before becoming a man." Her hard glare was turned toward another direction. "Me on the other hand…"

"What?" I glared at her blue eyes as I demanded an explanation. "You what?"

"Nothing." She replied flatly before muttering out. "You fucking cunt."

"I fucking told you..." I rasped hoarsely.

As I take her hands in mine, a sensation inside me helps ease my sadness.

She quickly snatches her hands away. "I said it's nothing, goddamn it."

"You can't fool me, bitch!" I pointed a finger at her. "Listen, Whatsyourface…"

"Mindy." She replied in monotone.

"Come again?"

"My name is Mindy MacCready."

The sound of her name made my skin tingle. "Listen Mindy...I have never had any friends..."

She fixed her hard gaze on me as I tried my best to keep my cool.

"I've never needed any friends." She muttered.

"Well…" I smiled at her. "There's always a first time for everything." Her eyes eased as I valiantly took her hands within mine once more. I expected her to pull free from me again, but this time she didn't. "I want to be your friend, Mindy MacCready."

As Mindy still chooses to remain her rude, harsh self; Chris is starting to soften up to her.

How will things proceed from here?

"What kind of tactics will Red Mist have planned for Dave/Kick Ass?"

and

"Will he be successful in convincing Dave to spill the whereabouts of Hit Girl?"

And last but certainly not least...

"Will Red Mist ever stop slamming his face against the iron door?"

Read the next chapter, if you dare!

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