Short Story : ' Let Go Of Me Bitch '

When Booker grinned back, he relaxed slightly. “Don’t apologize,” the dark-haired officer murmured, and taking Tom’s cold fingers in his, he gave them a reassuring squeeze. “Just keep looking at me and it’ll be over before you know it.”

“You're so cocky Julius,” Marcus said, rolling his eyes with an annoyed look on his face.

I waste no time, picking my lock and bursting through the cell door. I stumble forward as Jagger lunges forward trying to grab me again, his fingers barely brushing the back of my shirt. I regain my balance, breathing hard. I face him. His eyes are dark with anger as he clenches his bleeding arm. His face is pressing against the bars as he stares at me.

As I reach the door I fling it open and immediately slam it shut catching my breath. I lean on the door and slide down simultaneously

“Ouch!— you’re a mean one, why do I inspired you so much contempt? Have I disrespect you?” He asked as he kept his cold stare.

“Think about how pissed I am that you put Chase on me. Think about how maybe I didn’t feel like dealing with you while I was riding and think about how I’m not someone who asks permission to get on her bike and take a fucking ride.” I stare him down, takes practice when you have to do it staring up at someone, and let him see how angry I am.

Rolling her eyes even further into her head than she had the first time, Blake took in what her friend had said. She had no idea who this ‘James Reiley’ kid

"Stay down, bitch." He obviously considered me his enemy, but that would never change even after I did what I knew he expected me to do. He let go of my hair and moved his hand to his waist. As soon as he let go, I slumped onto my right side.

“Gladly.” He sweeps me into his arms and drapes me over his shoulder, my fists pounding at his back to no avail.

He shrugs my hands off his shoulders and his fists ball up in anger. “Why should I listen to you? How do I know that I can trust you?” He steps back in frustration, his wings trembling feverishly. “Ya know, this isn’t really how most fights go. I beat up the villain, the cops take them away, and I go home and make up some excuse for all my bruises. Why do you care about what happens to me?”

The man stops in front of me and for a second I’m scared he might just kill me with two other people in the room. Alyssa puts a hand on the man’s shoulder and speaks to me. “Isaac, this is Robert. He says you took something from him the other night,” she says in a tone that one might use for an insolent child that has done something wrong and needs to be asked to apologize.

(Blake wanders onstage looking confused, followed by shawn who looks like he is fed up with Blake's insanity)

Painfully I get to my feet, my muscles scream in protest. Bent over I shuffle over to Danny. “Danny,” I croak shaking him. “Danny!”

In a mere fiction, his eyes also widen up, halted on his track and he scowl "You?"

"Stop! Go away, get back on your side!" I bark the order at him like a drill sergent. He stops in his pursuit and looks me in the eye.