Short Story : The Story Of It's Life

“YOU BASTARD!” he screamed, his face contorting into a twisted mask of anger. “HOW COULD YOU FORCE YOURSELF ON ME AFTER WHAT HAPPENED? I WAS RAPED, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! I WAS FUCKING RAPED!”

I stepped forward and looked at the creature. “But what exactly are you? You appear so much against nature, that we can’t figure out why you are attacking us.”

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

"Maybe you should be afraid, then, because if I had my way you wouldn't be alive for much longer."

Joan handed him a small hand mirror. “It’s better, and you’ll be able to breathe through it, but I’m sorry to say it’ll never sit perfectly straight again. But how many men can brag they’ve been punched in the face by a king and lived to talk about it?”

I hung my head in my knees. Why did I kiss him? Why did I put his hands on my body? He's too nice of a guy to punch me out but maybe he should.

“Your drunk aren’t you. You went out to go get beer and get drunk. You didn’t even get supplies did you? You don’t even care about us!” I yelled into her face, smelling the disgusting alcohol on her breathe.

“Come on, you’re drunk. Let’s go before you do something you regret” I urged her trying to grab her arm, but she pulled away and continued to babble incoherently as if she could not fathom anything I were saying. I felt as if I were under a microscope as the entire room seemed to be watching as I took a seat at the table. I

“It’s not only around here you should know people everywhere are capable of doing horrible things.”

"I may or may have not grabbed her arm and pushed that one strand of her that was in her face and put it behind her ear and saw a cool penny tattoo trying to get laid because it's been a long time." He admits and I shove him to the side.

"Wait!" I said as Philip ran his hands roughly over my body. "Won't that alert the fire department?"

"Oh no I understand completely. I mean I had my fair share of drunken nights, who am I to judge?" James chuckles drily. Neymar finds it hard to picture a drunken James. He seems too pure for this world to commit such tasteless acts. "What were you

"Don't use that smirk of yours on me!" You snatch the towel out of his hands and wipe the water off your chest. He did nothing but smile at you as he knew it was just the overwhelming emotions that came with the miracle inside of you. "Babe, can you do me a favour?" You faced him with all good intentions, hopefully for a bit longer this time.

“Stay here and be prepared” I interrupted him, pretending to ignore the hurt expression in his eyes.

“Some of the pretty ones, demons keep around as personal company, but most…most get the serum,” he continues and laughs nervously. “Guess it’s slightly better than a bullet to the brain.”