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Hearing Ace say he didn't know why he was so mean took me completely off guard. A minuscule amount of pity for the jittery bastard that was standing in front of me tore through me for a split second, then I remembered why I was tacked up against the Lachance's shed. Almost without thinking, I kicked my right knee upward, getting him smack dab in the crotch. Ace doubled over in pain, blurting out a ragged "Fuck!", and sank onto the driveway. I started to sprint away, but Ace was still smart enough not to let that happen. He grabbed me by the ankle, making me join him on the hard ground where I fell with a thud. He didn't let me go.
"Why the fuck did you do that," he growled, still holding my ankle which was starting to throb, and grabbing a fistful of my shirt much like he'd held Gordie only seconds before.
"Maybe because you were a second away from busting my face up, that's why. Let my ankle go!" I pushed against his chest in a feeble attempt to get away, but he was three times the size I was("Skinny Alice!"), and he could break my ankle like it was just a twig.
"No. You're gonna listen to me, girl. And if you go around squealin' to everyone what I'm gonna tell you, I'll deny it first, then kill you in your own fucking bed, hear me?"
I was breathing so hard, my lungs hurt, and they felt like they were about to explode. "Fine. Can you let go of my shirt, at least?" He glared at me, and I shivered. His grey eyes looked like storm clouds about to release torential downpour. Why the fuck did I have to go and ruin my life by making fun of Ace of all people?
"Sure. All better?" He patted my leg sardonically, while giving my ankle a small twist. I scowled. "Yeah, just boss." Then my big mouth had to go and take it to another level. "I think you like hurting people, fucking bastard. That's what I think."
I got my head slammed into the shed for that comment, and I felt a rivulet of warm blood trickle down the back of my neck. "Fuck," I groaned.
"Forget it, bitch. I ain't telling you nothing. Nothing happened here, and it ain't worth it. D'you hear me? This conversation never fucking happened." His nose was an inch away from mine, and the look in his eyes was getting more wild by the second. He looked like a caged tiger ready to kill his feader.
"You didn't tell me anything, Ace," I spat, holding the back of my head. He patted my leg again. "Good girl." He smirked, letting go of my ankle, and hopped back up. "Better get some frozen peas for that head. Don't want a worse injury, d'ya?"
He took out another cigarette, lit it, and blew a ring of smoke in my face. "Have a good afternoon, Alice." And he left me, sauntering off back in the direction of his house as if nothing had happened. When he was completely around the other side of the shed, I let out a loud, gasping breath, and vomited in a clump of rose bushes. Still holding my head, I ran back into Gordie's house. He was still on the floor, leaning against the wall that attached to the kitchen, staring out into the living room.
"Gordie. Snap out of it, man! Gordie!" I snapped my fingers in front of his eyes, slapped his right cheek as gently as I could. He shook his head, and focused his scared eyes on my scared green ones. "Alice, a-are you okay," he said quietly, casting his eyes down to the linoleum floor. "I'm such a pussy. I'm so sorry. I shoulda..." I put my hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about it, man. I'm alright. He didn't kill me, I'm still alive." Gordie eyes passed over my swollen ankle, up to my hand holding the back of my head. "What did he do to you," he asked, his voice getting higher. He grabbed my hand from my head. It was covered with blood. I hadn't realized how much it was actually bleeding. My stomach heaved dangerously, and I felt the room tilt. Black dots swarmed over my eyes. Two seconds later, I hit the floor.