Pitbabe S2, Chapter 11 pg9

 Pitbabe S2, Chapter 11 pg9

   “No way, I’m weak as hell. Protect me, Charlie,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my chin on his head. This level of closeness? If Babe saw, he’d explode like a bomb, no doubt. But since he’s not here right now, I figure it’s fine to toy with the rules a bit, at least for my own little amusement.

   “You can probably take care of yourself just fine,” Charlie says flatly, peeling my arms off his shoulders. He doesn’t make a fuss or mention my touchy-feely antics, but he makes it crystal clear he’s not letting me get closer. I don’t know what brand of kibble Babe’s been feeding him, but the results are impressive. Charlie is the most loyal dog I’ve ever seen.

   “So mean.”

   “I’m already being as nice as I can here.”

   “Hmm… true,” I nod in agreement. I just complained about him being mean, but if we’re looking at the big picture, he’s the kindest (and most patient) with me. “Love you, Charlie.”

   “Thanks.”

   “So damn cold.”

   “I got it, but you don’t have to say it next time, okay? If Babe hears, it’ll be a whole thing.”

   I just laugh, barely believing his words. Imagine if every guy—no, every person—in the world was like Charlie. Cheating or third wheels would just be fantasy myths. He doesn’t leave any openings for anyone, like Babe is in every breath he takes. Seeing this, I can’t help but wonder what Babe keeps picking fights with Charlie about. This guy doesn’t seem to have anything worth arguing over.

   “Oh… and about that,” this time, Charlie stops staring at his computer and turns to face me, a signal he’s about to say something serious. “Thanks for keeping an eye out.”

   “Chill,” I shrugged nonchalantly, instantly knowing what he was talking about. In the past couple of days, there’s only been one thing bugging Charlie. “But you’re not gonna tell me what you’re planning next?”

   “You’re better off not knowing.”

   I didn’t think I’d have to say this, but Charlie’s gaze was downright creepy.

   “Here I thought we were on the same team.”

   “I can handle this one alone,” Charlie said, seeming to realize he’d let a “not-so-Charlie” vibe slip. He flashed a small smile before turning back to the mountain of data on his computer. “It’s more personal. I don’t want to bother you with it.”

   “Not a bother at all. I’m into this stuff.”

   “It’s not fun, you know.”

   “I know it’s not fun for you,” I grinned, aware he couldn’t see it—and that was fine, since I didn’t mean for him to. “But for me? Just thinking about it’s already a blast.”

   Thud! Thud! Thud!

   

   CHARLIE:

   “Argh!”

   The choking sound and the gush of blood spilling from the mouth of a guy I didn’t know made me a bit nauseous. I hated how it kept splattering on my shoes.

   Dirty blood. But I couldn’t stop. My hands moved on their own. I gripped the metal rod tightly, swinging it repeatedly onto his body. I wasn’t even aiming for any specific part—just swinging wildly. Wherever it hit the man as he writhed, that was his own dumb fault. This was the most mercy he’d get from me.

   Because when he was chasing Babe with his car, that piece of trash didn’t give my boyfriend any options.

   Crack!

   He tried to get up, probably thinking he could still run. Nope. The higher he raised his head, the easier it was for me to kick. I slammed my foot under his chin, sending his head snapping back as he collapsed to the ground. He groaned, raising trembling hands like he was possessed, begging me to stop.

   I wanted to stop too.

   But then I thought of the scars on Babe’s face, the blood I wiped off myself, the pills I prepared for his every meal. Those images made my mercy vanish in an instant.

   “I’m sorry… I… I didn’t mean to,” the filthy pig stammered, blood and saliva spraying from his mouth with every word. It was so disgusting I regretted using my nice shoes to kick his face. “I was just following orders. I didn’t want to hurt him…”

   Crack!

   I couldn’t stand listening to him anymore.

   So I kicked his pleading mouth to shut him up.

   “I didn’t want to mess you up either. I was just following orders,” I said, lightly rotating my wrist since it started to sting. Before I switched to my feet, I’d used my hands a lot on this bastard. Thinking about it pissed me off—causing trouble for others even at a time like this. What a rotten character. “Hope you’re not mad I kicked your mouth a bit too much. Sorry about that.”

   “I… I…”

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