I turned, terrified. I couldn't see him, but I could hear him.
"What the fuck do you want Red Mist? Haven't you hurt me enough?" I yelled out in anger.
"Well little cunt, I didn't get my share back there at the fight...so I thought I'd get it now..." his voice oozed from the cracks in the side walk and strangled me, I felt helpless now.
"Well lets go then," I said as I withdrew my butterfly knife.
He showed up behind me, he wrapped his arm around my neck, and began punching me hand in the kidneys, but I got him back and elbowed him hard in the hip. He winced away as I went after him, but as I always did, I underestimated him. He grabbed me by the throat and threw me into a wall, his grip tightening.
I began to go limp, my body was so tired, I dropped my knife.
"So...am I right to say your a dyke?
"What-what do you mean?" I squeaked out.
"God, your fucking stupid you know that Hit Girl....do you like girls, or are you a little slut...?" he asked, his voice quivering slightly.
"Why do you wan-want to know?" I asked extremely puzzled.
"Just fucking tell me!" his grip was deadly now.
"No!No! I don't-I-I-I like boys!" I barely could speak as I stumbled over my words.
He released my throat a little bit. I tried to get away, but he punched me in the face.
"Stay still damn it." he said in haste.
His face grew near to mine, and I closed my eyes, still to this day I have no idea why. In a matter of seconds I felt his lips touch mine. The feeling was pure bliss, and even though I should have been appalled I wasn't. He continued kissing me, and soon I joined in. he pulled his hand up to my face, and touched me for the first time, not like an enemy, but he caressed me. I pulled my hands up, and entangled them in his fake hair as he did mine.
He wrapped his fingers in my purple strands, and I stroked his red and black, we kissed and kissed. He slowly moved his hand down to my hip and pulled me closer, his hand still wrapped tightly around my throat, but I didn't mind, the feeling of his lips against mine was enough to sustain the feeling, although I wanted more, and apparently he did as well.
"If I let you go, are you going to like kill me or something?" he asked, his voice was so much less harsh now.
"I wont hurt you." I said, my heart pounded.
He released my neck. And wrapped his arms around me tightly. His embrace was amazing. I could now tell that he felt like the average guy, not super muscular or anything, but I loved it, he felt right he felt so amazing pressed next to me, that I never wanted to let go, but eventually it had to end.
"I'm so sorry, I-I just...your beautiful, and I've never...I'm just sorry." he said
He kissed me once more, and then slipped his wig on and was gone. But even after he left I could still feel his lips against mine, I could feel his hands on my lower back, and I could still see the outline of his body against mine.
But this was all too much, I fell to the ground, and cried. Everything broke, and the feeling of just one more person leaving me made me hate myself.
"God, fuck me, fuck my life." I whispered to myself.
Somehow I gained the courage to put my wig back on, and walk home under the street lights. That was the longest walk I've ever had, it felt like hours passed with every step. My feet were heavy, and so was my heart. That night I wished to God that one day I wouldn't scare everyone away...that my personal life could be more than 'work'.