We were now standing in his office nervous as hell. Why is it just the three of us. He got up from around his desk and walked over to the two of us. Oddly my ass started to burn even more the closer he came.
"You know guys, I want my favorite toy and my right hand man to get along, I hear you both despise each other."
"Boss, I don't despise Quinn, he just wanted to blow my head off."
"More like your nuts but yes i do despise the little bastard."
"Why?"
"He doesn't know when to keep it in his pants."
"What's That supposed to mean?"
"He doesnt know who h ei sallowed to fuck with an dwho he is."
"Is that so.Dallas are you into Quinn?"
"That all depends, does my life depend on it?"
"No, not really."
"Then yes, I am to be honest."
"Ok then."
IS HE FUCKING KIDDING ME???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am being harassed by this little prick I swear on these days I am going to find a way to land him on his ass. I am done, I need a drink, a serious drink.
"Well seeing you are both besties, i'm gonna go now."
"Whatever, see you at home."
I left the room and immediately found myself at the closest liquor store. After buying some Vodka and diskey I took the train home. Mr. J can kiss my ass that dick. Hne i finally got home I was met at the door by Milam.
"Sweety daddy has had a long day, the thing that would make my day is if you could make a margarita."
I closed the door behind me and went into the kitchen. I placed the bottles on the island and grabbed a glass. I filled the cup to the brim with vodka, turned on the TV and mowed over my day. Milam nuzzled her wet nose against my leg.
"Milam you wouldn't believe the day i had. Mr. J was an extra asshole, don't even get me started on Dallas. You know what, maybe i will give in to him. We both know what happens when he really gets jealous. I will give in and just hope Mr. J gets pissed, I don't care what he does to me. I just want him to stick it to Dallas, and by stick it means a gun, in his mouth, then pull the trigger."
when i looked at my hand the glass was empty. Well I guess that was my que to hit the hay. I washed out the cup, put the alcohol away then went into the shower. When i came back out Dallas was in the room sitting on the bed and apparently it was pouring. I had my towel wrapped around my waist and I felt quite vulnerable.
"Dallas what the fuck are you doing here."
"Boss is working late and told me to keep you company."
"Don't need it. I have my dog, scram, I need to get dressed."
"No thanks, i like the view from right here."
"Pervert."
I rolled my eyes and went into my walk-in closet. I pulled on the pajamas my niece got me and went back out to find him now with his shoes kicked off laying on the bed.
"Dude get off the bed."
"Can i see?"
"See what?"
"The famous tattoo."
"Fuck off."
"Let me see it and I will leave you alone for the night."
"Fine you had better leave me alone, I have had a shitty day."
I walked over to him, sat on the bed and put my hair up into a sloppy bun. Out of nowhere he hissed me right on the back of my neck where the tattoo was, I don't know about him but I was not into it. I was done, I had a shitty day, shitty crazy dangerous ex-boyfriend, shitty job that never ends, now this shitty little asshole who thinks its ok to fuck with me. I admit the plan was a drunken thought but I might as well try to get rid of this fucker. He removed his lips from my skin and traced the words with her finger. He finally gets up, winks at me then leaves the bedroom closing the door behind him. I get into bed and begin thinking about how this really is going to go. I don't want to date a teenager even though I don't even look my age. Then again he doesn't really even act his age so I guess he should be able to deal with his consequences like the adult he wants to be.
I guess I'll let him in little by little. Plus it will give me more time to warm up to the idea of plotting to kill a teenager. I laugh to myself thinking to myself that a few years ago i never drank this much, never owned a gun, much less a personalized one. I never thought about killing teens, never shot a guy much less twenty. Shit one guy fucked me up royally and there are no going back. If only i had a time machine then i could go back and tell myself not to go on that fucking date. Maybe I wouldn't be so stressed and tired. I closed my eyes and finally went to bed.
*Morning
I woke up and was immediately blinded by the sunlight. Dallas that ass opened up the curtains just as I woke up.
"You little bastard close the curtains."
"You need sunlight."
"Who are you my mother?"
"No but I will happily be your daddy."
"Fuck off and close the damn curtains, i cant se shit."
I decided he really wanted to be a dick today so i just went back under the covers. I crawled to the other side of the bed trying to avoid the light while getting to the bathroom door. Unfortunately the covers were pulled off and I was grabbed by the ankles. He dragged me out of the bed and all the way to the living room here the curtains were open as well. As he was dragging me along I spotted some sunglasses I lost a while back under the couch. I grabbed them and found sweet relief.The next think i know he took a picture of me, sure i looked ridicuous in childish pajamas with sunglasses on but fuck it. When he finally let me go I gave him the finger and went back to the room to put on some clothes. I pulled on a pair of black ripped jeans with a shirt that said "Fuck of im too fabulous."
I grabbed my jacket and we were out the door. We stopped by his place so he could take a shower and what not. When we finally got to work the place was packed, I was dreading going down to my little cave. My suspicions were right. There apparently was a line and then I went in and the chairs were full.
"Why the fuck didnt anyone call me, i could have come in early."
"We called Dallas and he said you were tied up."
"Bullshit, i wasn't doing anything. Alright people, most injured first least last. And also if you are losing a lot of blood just come to the front of the line as well."
There were guys who were shot, stabbed and all sorts of shit. By the time I was done, I hadn't sat down in five hours. I didn't even take lunch, what the fuck went on last night. You know what i don't want to know now that i think of it. I wanted to take a nap but I needed to wipe all the blood off the chairs and beds. After I took a good half an hour nap, I went to Burger King for my breakfast/lunch/dinner. When i came back i got comfortable and began eating when Mr. J dursted through my door angry as a bull.
"QUINN!!"
"Jesus what wrong?"
"What teh fuck were you doing this morning that delayed you from coming in early with a line out the fucking door?"
"There was nothing, I asked the guys why they didn't call but they said they called Dallas. He told them I was tied up this morning. I wasn't doing shit this morning, woke up, got dressed, stopped by his place so he could shower then came in to find this horror show. You know I would have come in earlier if I knew thai was going on."
"Where is he??!!"
"I don't know, I don't keep him on a leash."
He grabbed me by the back of the shirt then shoved me out the door. He kept doing that until we got upstairs then began yelling and demanding where the little bastard was. He came out of the crowd of idiots and Mr.J grabbed him as well and dragged both our asses up to his office.
"Somebody better tell me what the fuck was keeping Quinn this morning because i am going to smack the shit out of one of you."
This fucker, it better not be me, i didn't choose my designated driver now did i, here let me answer for you, no, i definitely did not.
"Well boss, around 3am i got the call and i tried to wake up Quinn but he wanted to sleep."
"What the fuck? You didn't even come into my room this morning. I woke up and you didn't say shit and you damn well didn't say shit at 3am. I remember waking up at 3:30 to thesound of your fucking snoring in the other room."
Mr. J seemed like he had enough and punched me in the gut.
“Why me? I didn't do anything, ask the guys in my office, I would have come in early.”
He gave me another one on the side. I am pretty sure he cracked a rib. Fuck me. I fell to the ground with my forehead to the ground. He dismissed Dallas who was frightened then walked back to his desk. I couldn't breathe for a few minutes, but eventually found the strength to get back down to my cave. I took my shirt off to see bruises already forming. Luckily he didnt crack a rib but that hurt like the bitch of all bitched. I applied ice to both areas, leaned back into one of the chairs and let the hot tears flow. Fuck me , he believed that little bastard over me. All of sudden I heard my door open again, it was one of the guys I patched up.
"Quinn you ok i heard a racket in Mr.Js office."
"Fuck no, he believed Dallas over me, thinking i purposly didnt come in early. Got two blows to the torso."
"But we called Dallas around 5am and he said you were busy."
"Tell your boss that. Dallas told him 3am."
"That little liar, I'm so sorry you got hurt, I'll go explain things to the boss right now."
At least there is one decent soul in this building. He patted me on the back then went out the door. I just wrapped my arms around my torso and curled up in the fetal position. I just wanted the day to be over. And to think they wonder why I drink so much, I want to numb my body. Well if i'm lucky i die young due to a fucked up liver or kidneys. Moments later I heard my door open again, I can't even treat anyone at this point.
I rolled over to see it was Mr. J, I can't be with him right now.
"Quinn, you ok?"
"What do you think?"
"I didn't break anything did i"
"No but you damn well bruised a few things."
"Sorry, I was just so angry and Freddy came up and told me everything."
"Good for you."
I rolled over so I didn't have to look at him any more. I am in too much pain to deal ith his temper tantrums, he is too fucking old for those at this point.
"Where is your shirt?"
"On the chair. Why?"
"Because i don't need everyone who comes in here to know you are a boy."
"Leave me alone"
"Come on Quinn you know i didn't mean it."
"You did, you believe a snot nose kid over me and I paid the price. Leave me alone, I would like to ice my bruises in peace."
"Let me see."
"No, I have five more minutes until I have to take off the ice and I'll take all the numbing I can get."
He walked over to me and stood in front of me, he took the ice away from my body and poked at the bruises, I winced and took the ice back. Why would he poke at them. I heard the door open again and he immediately tossed me smy shirt and ordered me to put it on. Fuck him. I turned my back to the door, put down the ice and pulled on my shirt. When I turned around it was Dallas standing at the door.
"Hey boss. hey Quinn you ok, you look a little rough man."
"Dallas, Freddy told me the truth."
"What are you talking about, boss?"
"You didn't wake Quinn up, instead lied to my face and he took the fall."
"Boss I-"
"Get out of my sight, I don't want to have to beat up a kid."
Dallas left the room and I began eating my sandwiches.
"Quinn why do you have so many and where was mine?"
"I didn't get to eat breakfast, or lunch because of the chaos and it's dinner time so i got three sandwiches. And what do you mean where is yours, last I checked I hadn't seen you all morning"
"Alright chill, I get it."
He stole one of my sandwiches and we ate in silence. I was still pissed at him though. He tossed out the bags and locked the door putting the key in his back pocket. What is he up to because I'm not in the mood. He sat on the chair next to me and patted his lap.
"Quinn come here it will be worth it."
"No I am not moving, I don't want to move for the next few hours."
"trust me you dont want me coming to you."
"Wow what a shocker threatening me after beating me, never seen that before."
I got off of the bed still holding my stomach and stood in front of him. He pulled me onto his lap and lifted my shirt. He better not think of poking at them again. Instead he took my shirt off and began kissing my stomach. Kisses can't fix this, even if they feel nice. Out of nowhere they door was kicked down and three men bloody in in severe need of medical attention appeared, one of them here Dallas. Karma is a bitch, now she is my main bitch. I put my shirt on, pushed him off the bed and set all of them down. Dallas had a small cut on his shoulder while the other two had more serious injuries. After I ached the first two up I realized Dallas had a much more serious condition. He also got a small bulge in between his ribs. After pulling the blade out I ended up giving him morphine and putting in stitches. After he as patched up he fell asleep while i cleaned up. Mr. J was going to find out what happened upstairs while I cleaned up.when i was done I sat and took a seat next to Dallas.
I looked at my phone to find it at 10pm. Fuck today awas even harber that yesrterday. I closed my eyes only to be woken up again by Dallas.
"Quinn? Fuck it burns."
"Yeah asshole, Karma burns doesn't it."
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
"Sorry don't fix shit, it's 10pm, Mr. J already went home and now I'm here with you."
"That's not so bad."
"Yes it is, next thing I know you're telling him we fucked while you were high on painkillers."
"That wouldn't be so bad either."
"Oh shut the fuck up. Now get up let me check you out so i can go home."
He got out of the bed, I checked the stitches, his blood pressure and his temperature. I called him a cab while I took the car home. When I got home Mr.J was still awake laying on the bed in his underwear. I dropped my things at the door, took a quick shower and crawled into bed in my briefs, after wrapping my midsections of course.The less things that push against it the better sleep I get. I layed on my back and hugged teh sheet close.
"What no kiss? Are you still mad about those little love taps?"
"Love taps, really, you could have broken a rib and then what, i would have to be out for a while. For your information, playing surgeon, nurse and everything else is what keeps me this skinny no matter how much I eat, it is hard work. So the next time you think about breaking me make sure you have someone else to take my place."
"So yes you are still mad. Let me take care of you."
"Leave me alone, we both know you are just horny at the moment, that when you want me."
"Horniness aside, I just want things to go back to the way they were. We were happy, more intimate, if you catch my drift, we went out on dates. Remember New years? Coney Island? That sexy hotel?"
"Leave me alone."
"Fine but you can't keep me at bay forever Quinn."
"My name is Zachery not Quinn."
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Zachery."
"What's gotten into you, are you seriously mad about the bruises?"
“You don't know half of it, well let me tell you.”
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