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movie she’s so dainty. But she wasn’t a sprite. She was a grown woman and damn near flawless because she oblivious to it. Not that I have much to go on when it comes to females. I think of that bitch back in Missouri. I used to think she was attractive too. Looks are fucking deceiving but I’m beginning to think this female was the real deal. Turning away from her, I switch arms so I can lean against her bed while still keeping the cloth on her. Focusing on the music in the background, I listen to the guy sing. Who was he? The guy knew shit, I ain’t never heard anyone sing a story like this before. Picking up on the chorus, I decided this guy was legit and that I needed to hear every song he’s ever written. Relaxing into my spot it hit me I never let my guard down for anyone but for some reason today, with this woman, I did. I even let myself close my eyes because being near her felt so damn good. Rion may be a spitfire, but she was also a calming person. In my life, I ain’t ever met anyone like her and it was such a good feeling, I fell asleep immediately.
    I hear my name being called from a distance. I don’t trust my dreams because they always morph into a nightmare; it’s just a matter of time. I hear it again and I wait for that moment when the image of Jill smiling for me turns to hatred and then her on all fours getting fucked like a whore.
    “Loyal,” she says to me. “Wake up.”
    God I hate that bitch. I hate everything about her. Somewhere between sleep and consciousness, I feel her touch me and I snap. Anytime the whore touched me it set me off, ‘cause she only did it when she wanted something. Jolting awake I come to my feet quickly, seeing her on our bed like that pisses me off. The bitch never got on her knees for me, that’s for damn sure. Seeing her on them now has me wanting to teach her a lesson.
    Slamming her onto her back, I don’t care that I knocked the wind out of her. I hope she fucking suffocates. I hope this ugly face is the last thing she sees when she takes her last--
    Pain.
    My fucking balls, the bitch kicked me in the balls. She breaks away quickly and hits the floor while I try and recover. Jesus, where did she learn how to do that shit? Then there’s a click followed by blinding light. Letting my eyes adjust I realize right away it’s not Jill. It’s Rion… with another gun.
    Once again, her hands were steady.
     

‘It's pretty sad when you have to choose between the lesser of two evils.’
    ~Meg White of the White Stripes
    When the pain subsided enough to let him off the hook, I tried waking him because he looked extremely uncomfortable holding the cloth with his arm bent. In between calling his name, I may have also checked him out too. He was bigger than Rio, but his skin wasn’t as dark. He had the bald look working for him, a crooked nose and full, fat lips. His face had thin scars zig zagging all over making him look indestructible. He looked like a fighter or maybe a cop, I couldn’t decide which, but each scenario held appeal. His forearm tattoo was a crest of some kind, if I had to guess, but it was the ink peeking out from beneath the collar of his t-shirt that was just…damn.
    Reality crashed in that this big angry man was on the floor in my bedroom and I felt guilty for it. I called his name again several more times with no response. Finally, I got up on my hands and knees to give his massive shoulder a push then like a shot, he was on his feet. I couldn’t even admire how fast he was because before my next breath, he was on me.
    Using one arm to pin me down by my throat and his weight to crush me, my headache was forgotten. No, he wasn’t aware of what he was doing because his eyes said he was a million miles away, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him choke me out. Bringing my knee up to introduce itself to his nuts, I had to do it twice to get him to let go. When he grunts and falls to his side, I flop ungracefully to the floor then