driveway. His eyes never left mine and mine followed the same. My security was the man in whom my arms wrapped around, the man at the moment that I trusted. The man that held my hands tightly wrapped around him and his fingers were laced with mine confirming I was with him. I gripped at Davien's belt loops, holding him close. “You're fine, Avery. I've got you beautiful.” Davien tried to comfort me as he felt me tense against him.
Anthony sighed in amusement and softly spoke between clenched jaws in my direction. “You will not embarrass me in front of my neighbors, Avery Addison. You have embarrassed me enough. I have trusted you in my home, I have brought you into my life and treated you with all respect. My respect for you is gone.” His words stopped as he shook his head. “You have turned into a childish whore, just like your friend.”
My grip from Davien dropped when he stood from his seat. “Back the fuck up, Anthony. You will not talk to Avery like that. I will beat the living shit out of you. Right here, right now....” Davien's hand pointed at the ground. “In front of your fucking neighbors. You have no idea what you Had. ” Davien stood within inches from Anthony’s nose. He looked at me, then back at Anthony with disgust He cracked his knuckles in one swift move “I suggest you open the garage door and allow her car out. That fucking simple.” His voice was deep and his words were harsh. But Anthony deserved every drop of it.
Anthony did nothing but laugh wickedly. Vince walked behind him and gripped the back of Anthony’s Polo shirt. Vince led him to the inside of my previous home. “Is Vince okay?” I asked Davien as he stepped over the bike.
“I don’t know, is Anthony okay?” Davien joked with entertainment. Within seconds the right garage door opened and Vince was stepping from the other side. He directed his finger to allow the truck to the front of my car.
Once my car was positioned securely to the back, Vince approached Davien’s bike. “Need anything important from the house?”
“My car title and my school things. I really can't afford to leave my books for school. Please, that's all I need.” I cried out “I'll show you where everything is at.”
“Go sit with Martin.” Davien pointed to the tow truck. “I’m going with Vince.”
I stepped into the tall blue truck as the Hispanic man pulled my hand for support. I was completely embarrassed and I held my head low “Ma'am, pick your head up. Everything is going to get better.” The man spoke with a soft accent. He seemed very caring and comforting, everything I needed at the moment. “My name is Martin. Davien works for me.” He held his hand out to greet me and I accepted it
My words were quiet at I pulled my eyes to look at the man's face. “Avery.” I introduced myself. “Nice to meet you. I'm sorry about everything.”
“No problem.”
When they returned, Davien had my backpack slung over his shoulder and Vince carried a box that I assumed held things he implicated were thing of importance to me. I stepped from the truck and Davien brought my bag to Vince’s car.
The garage door lowered with no sight of Anthony as we pulled from the drive. My head rest on Davien’s shoulder as I felt relief. “What did he say?” I spoke over the rumbling of the bike when we pulled off.
“Not much.” He pulled my arms tighter around his waist. “Mainly just things like 'Stop Vince… I’m sorry'.” and I felt the vibrations from his laughter.
☼
When I stepped from the bike I questioned “I didn’t know you worked
Anthony sighed in amusement and softly spoke between clenched jaws in my direction. “You will not embarrass me in front of my neighbors, Avery Addison. You have embarrassed me enough. I have trusted you in my home, I have brought you into my life and treated you with all respect. My respect for you is gone.” His words stopped as he shook his head. “You have turned into a childish whore, just like your friend.”
My grip from Davien dropped when he stood from his seat. “Back the fuck up, Anthony. You will not talk to Avery like that. I will beat the living shit out of you. Right here, right now....” Davien's hand pointed at the ground. “In front of your fucking neighbors. You have no idea what you Had. ” Davien stood within inches from Anthony’s nose. He looked at me, then back at Anthony with disgust He cracked his knuckles in one swift move “I suggest you open the garage door and allow her car out. That fucking simple.” His voice was deep and his words were harsh. But Anthony deserved every drop of it.
Anthony did nothing but laugh wickedly. Vince walked behind him and gripped the back of Anthony’s Polo shirt. Vince led him to the inside of my previous home. “Is Vince okay?” I asked Davien as he stepped over the bike.
“I don’t know, is Anthony okay?” Davien joked with entertainment. Within seconds the right garage door opened and Vince was stepping from the other side. He directed his finger to allow the truck to the front of my car.
Once my car was positioned securely to the back, Vince approached Davien’s bike. “Need anything important from the house?”
“My car title and my school things. I really can't afford to leave my books for school. Please, that's all I need.” I cried out “I'll show you where everything is at.”
“Go sit with Martin.” Davien pointed to the tow truck. “I’m going with Vince.”
I stepped into the tall blue truck as the Hispanic man pulled my hand for support. I was completely embarrassed and I held my head low “Ma'am, pick your head up. Everything is going to get better.” The man spoke with a soft accent. He seemed very caring and comforting, everything I needed at the moment. “My name is Martin. Davien works for me.” He held his hand out to greet me and I accepted it
My words were quiet at I pulled my eyes to look at the man's face. “Avery.” I introduced myself. “Nice to meet you. I'm sorry about everything.”
“No problem.”
When they returned, Davien had my backpack slung over his shoulder and Vince carried a box that I assumed held things he implicated were thing of importance to me. I stepped from the truck and Davien brought my bag to Vince’s car.
The garage door lowered with no sight of Anthony as we pulled from the drive. My head rest on Davien’s shoulder as I felt relief. “What did he say?” I spoke over the rumbling of the bike when we pulled off.
“Not much.” He pulled my arms tighter around his waist. “Mainly just things like 'Stop Vince… I’m sorry'.” and I felt the vibrations from his laughter.
☼
When I stepped from the bike I questioned “I didn’t know you worked
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