menace?
I dug down my head and try going around them on the other side, but without luck. This Mike guy just grins at me and I try to push him out of my path. With a disgusted grin he moves in front of me each way I try to go.
I feel Tucker's hand on my shoulder and he growls, “Give her some room,” slapping a “please” on the end that does nothing to soften his brusque tone.
Mike sends Tucker a deadly glare, but slowly by-steps and I hurriedly walk on. I don't look back, just take Tucker’s hand and make my way out of the fall fair ground. There I take a big much needed breath before I slow down, throwing a quick glance at Tucker, who has this stoic glare.
We walk the little distance over the small field to where we parked the truck in a nearby parking lot. But before we reach the truck we hear noises from behind and a distinctive voice shouts, “Davis, where do you think you're going?”
All the blood rushes out of my face and I send Tucker a fearful glance, but before I can even comprehend what's going on, the three guys close in on Tucker and Mike shouts at him, “Didn't I tell you to get your ass out of here? And why can't you keep your hands off of her?” his head dips in my direction, without breaking the stare he has on Tucker.
Tucker in return takes my hand and growls, “We are just about to leave.”
“No, no, no.” Mike snarls, “You won't leave with her. She can do much better,” he throws Rob a knowing smirk before turning back to Tucker, “she doesn’t need to be with a killer.”
My head spins back to Tucker, my eyes searching his eyes. His dark glare bores into mine - to not listen to the accusations? - before they rush back to watch the guys who like a pack of wolfs are closing in on him.
I squeeze his hand, to let him know ..., know what exactly? To let him know that I'm on his side or more to let him know he is not alone in this, or just to let him know I have seen the dismay? I don't know, I just feel him squeeze back before he takes a step in front of me as if to shield me then orders me to get into his truck, sliding his key into my hand. But I don’t make a move. I can’t.
“Chloe, get into the fucking truck,” he hisses out between clenched teeth, “now!” He stops as if realizing how menacing that sounds. But I can't move. I won't move. Hell no! I'm here with him and what ever they say or do I'm here to stay.
Mikes takes a step closer and like on commando his two lackeys do the same.
I feel the first raindrops hit the top of my scalp seeping unseen into my hair, and my anxiety peaks.
Tucker takes a deep breath, “hey guys lets be civil here. Let this day not end on a bad note.”
One step closer, Mike's face gets even more evil and he spits with a nasty snort to the ground barely missing Tucker's shoes.
I put my shaking hands flat onto Tucker's back as if to steady him and stare desperate at Rob, waiting for a helpful input on his side, but there is nothing. He just stares at me, pitiless.
Then everything happens at once. I see Mike shifting his shoulders, and at the same time I can see a muscle works its way across Tucker’s cheek as he clamps down hard, and I know he wants nothing more than to plant his fists into this guys face.
And the once light drizzle has now turned into a steady rain, slowly I'm drenched and I find myself shivering, my fingers digging into Tucker's back.
Almost simultaneously their fists are thrown at
I dug down my head and try going around them on the other side, but without luck. This Mike guy just grins at me and I try to push him out of my path. With a disgusted grin he moves in front of me each way I try to go.
I feel Tucker's hand on my shoulder and he growls, “Give her some room,” slapping a “please” on the end that does nothing to soften his brusque tone.
Mike sends Tucker a deadly glare, but slowly by-steps and I hurriedly walk on. I don't look back, just take Tucker’s hand and make my way out of the fall fair ground. There I take a big much needed breath before I slow down, throwing a quick glance at Tucker, who has this stoic glare.
We walk the little distance over the small field to where we parked the truck in a nearby parking lot. But before we reach the truck we hear noises from behind and a distinctive voice shouts, “Davis, where do you think you're going?”
All the blood rushes out of my face and I send Tucker a fearful glance, but before I can even comprehend what's going on, the three guys close in on Tucker and Mike shouts at him, “Didn't I tell you to get your ass out of here? And why can't you keep your hands off of her?” his head dips in my direction, without breaking the stare he has on Tucker.
Tucker in return takes my hand and growls, “We are just about to leave.”
“No, no, no.” Mike snarls, “You won't leave with her. She can do much better,” he throws Rob a knowing smirk before turning back to Tucker, “she doesn’t need to be with a killer.”
My head spins back to Tucker, my eyes searching his eyes. His dark glare bores into mine - to not listen to the accusations? - before they rush back to watch the guys who like a pack of wolfs are closing in on him.
I squeeze his hand, to let him know ..., know what exactly? To let him know that I'm on his side or more to let him know he is not alone in this, or just to let him know I have seen the dismay? I don't know, I just feel him squeeze back before he takes a step in front of me as if to shield me then orders me to get into his truck, sliding his key into my hand. But I don’t make a move. I can’t.
“Chloe, get into the fucking truck,” he hisses out between clenched teeth, “now!” He stops as if realizing how menacing that sounds. But I can't move. I won't move. Hell no! I'm here with him and what ever they say or do I'm here to stay.
Mikes takes a step closer and like on commando his two lackeys do the same.
I feel the first raindrops hit the top of my scalp seeping unseen into my hair, and my anxiety peaks.
Tucker takes a deep breath, “hey guys lets be civil here. Let this day not end on a bad note.”
One step closer, Mike's face gets even more evil and he spits with a nasty snort to the ground barely missing Tucker's shoes.
I put my shaking hands flat onto Tucker's back as if to steady him and stare desperate at Rob, waiting for a helpful input on his side, but there is nothing. He just stares at me, pitiless.
Then everything happens at once. I see Mike shifting his shoulders, and at the same time I can see a muscle works its way across Tucker’s cheek as he clamps down hard, and I know he wants nothing more than to plant his fists into this guys face.
And the once light drizzle has now turned into a steady rain, slowly I'm drenched and I find myself shivering, my fingers digging into Tucker's back.
Almost simultaneously their fists are thrown at
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