War of the Sexes

Chapter 16

down, grabbing the collar of Clayton’s shirt and pulled him up. There was a rip in

the fabric, but the shirt held. John shoved Clayton hard against a nearby tree,

getting into his face.

                “You know you don’t ask anything about a ‘kiss’” He hissed just barely

loud enough for my ears.

                “I know man! I know!” Clayton said, almost pleading. I could tell he was

just as afraid of this John as I was. “I got curious, ok? Am I not allowed to be

curious?”

                “No! Not about that kind of stuff!” John growled. He shoved Clayton one

last time against the tree before backing off. “If I ever, EVER, find out you asked

about that again, I’ll personally rip your tongue out and shove it up your ass, you

hear?”

                Clayton regained his balance, nodding “Yeah man, gotcha”

                John took a few steps back before his gaze landed on me. Slowly, he walked in front of my cowering body until he stood at my feet. He bent down so that

his nose was mere centimeters away from mine.

                “You leave him alone. Don’t you ever do something like that to him again.

I’ve no problem killing you myself, but the fat-knocker wants you alive. Don’t forget

I’m ready to strike at any moment” He threatened.

                I gulped, not even daring to breathe. I could feel John’s hot breath on my

lips when he spoke, sending chills down my spine. He glared at me with such hate

that I could literally almost feel his eyes burning holes in the back of my mind.

                John stayed like that for a few moments, each one long and terrifying.

Finally, he backed away, seeing that his threat got into my head.

                Once his back was turned, I shuddered, holding back a sob. Clayton

looked at me apologetically as John took a seat as far away from me as he could

get.

                Clayton sat in the middle, but far enough to the right to give John a clear

view of me. He glared at me, eyes hardened in hate.

                And then his face changed.

                It appeared as if something clicked in his head.

                “WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING WEARING MY JACKET?!” John

roared. It seemed that if it was possible to be any louder, he had found the way.

                In a matter of seconds he was in front of me, arms out ready to choke

the life out of me. I scampered back, trying to get away. I had entirely forgotten I

was in his jacket.