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Gizmo and Snitch are here to save the day!
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The next five minutes are chaos as my little furry heroes rain holy fucking hellfire on the twat, returning each and every swing of abuse she aimed my way ten times over. I don’t even bother trying to call them off. It wouldn’t work anyways, they just witnessed someoneactuallyharm me.
She’ll be lucky to walk away with her face intact.
Gizmo and Snitch sound like something straight from another dimension as they continue their assault, their growls and hisses more angry and savage than I’ve ever heard from them before. It brings a smile to my fucking face. Which, I’m sure, looks wickedly evil with the blood pouring from my forehead where her ring managed to slice through my skin.
“Wicked! Are you okay?” Ryan is suddenly at my side and I try not to flinch away when his hand closes around my bicep. Instead, I let him help me to my feet once more, thanking him when he places my cane–that I somehow lost during the fight–back in my hand. I guess I can’t really call it a fight though, can I? I just got my ass handed to me twelve ways from Sunday.
Ah, well. She’s getting hers now.
Speaking of which. I whistle three times in quick succession and squeaks answer my call before my trash pandas race up my legs and perch on my shoulders, never turning their furry bodies away from the direction the beer-bitch is in. Their small bodies are rigid and shaking with fury and violence, so I quickly start giving them tons of lovin’.
I lay it on them.
Pets for thanks, pets for love, pets for everything they are to me. Soon enough, their menacing snarls and ramrod straight forms start to relax and taper off as they lean into my touch. Curling around my head, one of their tails wrap around my eyes, shielding my scars from the world.
If I don’t have my aviators, at least I have my partners in crime.
“Those little beasts attacked me! Did you see that? Call animal control! Call the police!” The literal biggest twat in the entire world dares to scream out, a frantic edge to her tone.
“I don’t think you want us doing that, missy.” My nana’s frail and rough voice admonishes from somewhere across from me and I immediately whistle to my boys. Gizmo leaps from my form and chitters away as he weaves through whatever crowd has grown around us, leading me to the one person in the world I feel safest with.
Like the sun on its brightest day, when she wraps her arms around me and strokes the back of my hair–dislodging Snitch from where he’s wrapped around my head–warmth spreads from her touch to the very end of my toes. When Nana’s holding me, nothing else matters.
“And why not?” The haughty tone is surprising as the stupid bitch continues on with her scene. I choose to play dumb, letting Gizmo scurry back up to my shoulders to join Snitch before I busy myself petting their furry forms.
“Well, for one, you insolent heifer, dozens of witnesses just saw you attack a blind woman and that alone could land you behind bars. Those ‘beasts’, as you refer to them, are her seeing-eye animals, officially certified by the good police department of Manna County. They are trained, not only to get her around in her daily life, but to protect her in exactly these sorts of situations. And on top of all that, this blind woman you just attacked like a rabid animal, works for the chief of police himself. You’ll find no support around here, child. It’s best you leave before my grandchild decides she wants to press charges.” I was stunned the moment the word heifer left my nana’s mouth, made even more so as she finishes her speech and huffs a long breath out before turning me back towards our reserved lane.
She may have been speaking calmly, but my nana ispissed.The only time I have ever felt her this angry was the night she came to claim me at the hospital after my dad died. And that was because my mother had straight up abandoned me.
I silently pray with all my might that the bitch just shuts up and takes her cue to walk out of here while she’s still able to, but alas, the odds are so not in her favor tonight. Based on the loud scuffle of activity and screeching from said bitch, she once again tries to charge and attack, but is thankfully held back by someone this time.
Gizmo and Snitch answer her attempt with ridiculously scary growls and barks that even have my hair standing on end. I hum low and keep petting their furry bodies. They got their hits in already, no need to risk them getting hurt for this shit anymore.
“What’s going on here?”
“Officer! Officer! This woman and her little beasts attacked me! Look! I’m bleeding! They probably even gave me rabies or something.” The bitch has fluidly switched from volatile raging twat to the whining simpering victim as whatever policeman happened to be closest to the bowling alley walks in. She’d be a great fucking actress with that talent.
My nana and I stop walking and quickly turn back towards where I’m sure a large crowd has gathered. A heavy mixture of humor, concern, and more is coalescing in the air, threatening to drown me. Well, tonight’s bowling night can never be classified as boring, that’s for sure.
“Alright, who called the fucking cops?” I shout out in a grumble, in no mood to deal with this shit at all.
“Uh, sorry, Wicked. But-”
“Ryan? Seriously?”
“You’re bleeding, Wicked! You were attacked!”
“I…just…ugh!” I stomp my foot, ignoring the pinch Nana delivers to my inner arm. Fucking ouch.
“Ah, Wicked. I should have known this involved you,” a deep voice drawls in amusement.
I focus on the speaker mentally and grin. “Officer Ass! So good toseeyou again. How is the fiancée?”
“Bass, Wicked, it’s Bass.” I only smile wider as he sighs. “She’s good, if you can call it that. She’s going crazy with the wedding plans. Something about the florist getting the arrangements wrong or whatever.”
