DEMI SLAPS A BILL ON the counter, telling the bartender to get her a beer. She leans on the counter and glances at Spencer, who was sitting next to her and looking at her videocamera, avoiding eye contact.
"Alcohol damages the brain," Spencer mutters, taping her finger on the screen.
Demi snorts. "It's only one, I'm not gonna get drunk." Demi says and looks back at all the alcohol on the bench in front of her. Demi wanted a drink, and she'll be damned if she can't have one, she was too pissed to care she was drinking around a minor, Spencer wouldn't die if Demi had one drink. Just one beer and they can go.
"Whatever you say," Spencer mumbles, not glancing up at Demi. They were in a bar that Demi found, and much to Spencer's dislike, Demi didn't wanted to leave her outside, alone and without supervision from Demi. Demi wanted to keep an eye on her after that chase.
The bartender comes back with Demi's drink and she gladly takes it, she tips her head back and chugs it down wholeheartedly.
Spencer eyes the glass with disapproval, and watches as Demi orders another. "I thought you said one," She says and Demi shrugs.
"Well I lied," Demi says and waits for her drink. A man sits down on the other side of Spencer, and Demi glances at him through the corner of her eye. An old fuck, that's all she could tell.
The bartender hands Demi her other drink and as Demi was about to chug it down, Spencer squeaks beside her. She looks over at her and saw the terrified yet panic look in her eyes. Demi leans back and saw that the man was squeezing her butt.
Oh fuck no.
Demi got up so fast that her chair went tumbling to the ground and she faces the man with an angry glare. "Get your fucking hands off of her you asshole," She says through gritted teeth, and watch as the man looks up at her, a smirk spread on his lips.
"What if I don't want to?" He asks, and he smirks wider when he slips his hand into Spencer's jeans. Spencer squeak again, frozen in her spot.
So the asshole knows English huh?
"That's it," Demi says, grabbing her filled beer and smashing the glass against his head. She grabs a fistful of his hair and pulls him up, she knees him in the crotch and shoves him roughly to the floor.
"Have some fucking respect you piece of shit, she's just a girl. You are so full of crap." Demi spats, then brings her leg and kicks him in the face, knocking him out cold.
Demi turns to Spencer who was now standing up, a look much like terror was written across her face. "You okay kid?" She asks her and Spencer nods mutely.
So Demi motions for her to leave, now wanting to get Spencer out of there. "Let's get out of here," Demi says as they walk down the street, side by side.
Spencer doesn't say anything. Demi looks over at her. Her fingers twitched, she wanted to comfort her but didn't know how.
"Half of the boys are asses, don't fall for a fuckboy, okay?" Demi went with that instead and Spencer cracks a small smile.
"I'd never been in a relationship, or been in love, how's it like?" She asks the older woman and Demi glances at her.
"A crazy ass rollercoaster. But it's worth it, I guess." Demi says and stuff her hands in her pockets.
Spencer crosses her arms over her chest. "Why is it that mothers teach their daughters not to get raped, while they don't teach their sons not to rape a girl. And we teach our girls to shrink themselves, that we girls can have ambition but not too much, that you can be successful, but not too much, otherwise you have offended the man. Why is it that we have to walk with that constant fear, of seeing a man or woman, looking at you like you're a piece of meat. Like you are their next target. Why not teach our sons not to rape? Must that be so hard?" Spencer questions, looking up at Demi, mix feelings were evident in her green eyes.
Spencer continues, moving her hands around, gesturing. "And why, when I walk alone at night, do I feel the terror of thinking someone will jump out and take advantage of me or possibly even kill me. Why do we women, or sometimes men, must feel that fear everywhere we go? Like for instance, if I am in a room full of boys and no girls, I feel so scared. Scared that they are going to do something to me, my conscious keeps telling me to flee, to run, to escape. And I do not feel safe. Why? What is it that makes us always having to look over our shoulders? What makes us a target? Why do I feel this way?" And Spencer looks up at Demi with utter confusion, and lost.
Demi breathe in. Shit just got deep, she thought to herself. Demi stop walking and so did Spencer, Demi looks at her.
"Have you been raped?" She asks bluntly, raising a brow.
Spencer blinks, once, then twice, before shaking her head, her hair bouncing as she did so. "What? No, I have not. Why must you ask that?"
Demi purses her lips. "Then what's with this sudden conversation, blondie?"
Spencer sighs. "I'm just trying to take this off my chest, alright?"
Demi nods, then turns and starts to walk again. Spencer walks beside her.
"Because we are viewed as sex toys and nothing more, nothing less. We are view as less. We are all targets. Trust me, I have seen men looking at me like what you have describe before." Demi says and Spencer just looks at her, her face now emotionless, only her eyebrows furrow together.
"But to men, they are viewed as champions. If a man is in a room full of women, he is viewed as a saint. When a man is in charge, he is the boss. When a woman is in charge, they call her bossy. When a man have sex with a woman, he is worship. But if a woman have sex with a man, she is viewed immediately as a well, you know. If you are successful, you have officially offended the man. If a woman is wearing a tight small skirt, and a man is then attracted to her, he'll say 'she was asking for it'. So if a woman wearing something that isn't 'appropriate', then who are you to judge her on that? She can wear whatever the heck she wants, yet men don't get any harassment of the clothes they wear. Men get more money in jobs than women do. And for men, its like if they show their emotions or cry, it makes them a 'girl'. No, it does not, it makes you human. Everyone has feelings, why not expresss it with no shame? Why is there so much sexism in the world? Why can't everyone be feminists, it'll make the world better and easier." Spencer says and looks down at her feet, her hands then stuff in her pockets. Her shoulders were tensed up, eyes cast down, and like she was on guard.
Demi looks at the young girl with wide eyes, and draws in a slow breath. "Hopefully it will change over time," Demi says.
"Feminism; the social, political and economic equality of the sexes. Sexism is a social disease. We have to put a stop to it." Spencer kicks a rock. "I'm gonna do something about that some day." She says and looks up at Demi with a look of determination.
"And what is that?"
"You'll laugh."
"No, I won't. Tell me."
"I wanna--no I will become President of the United States of America."
And Demi didn't laugh, instead she stared at the girl who was filled with absolute determination and said, "I'll vote for you then."
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After that pretty intense and sentimental conversation they had in the streets, Demi decided to buy Spencer some ice cream to relieve her from her mind. Spencer licked on her coconut ice cream, looking a bit more relax than intense like she was moments ago.
Demi bites into her mango ice cream and motion for Spencer to follow her. A quiet, comfortable silence came over them, blocking out the noise of shoppers and people talking loudly around them. Demi glances behind them and saw a man watching them, he hids behind a food stand before Demi could see him clearly. She had a feeling they were being watch.
"Come on," Demi says and picks up her pace, Spencer follows her.
Trying to act normal in the crowd, Demi throws her arm around Spencer's shoulder and tilt her head back as she lets out a loud laugh. Spencer looked at her in shock, this was the first that Demi touched her.
"Oh gosh kid, you are so funny." Demi says, grinning at Spencer as she firmly held on to her.
Spencer was confuse as she looks at Demi, she hadn't said anything or crack a joke. "But I didn't said anything--" Spencer started to say but Demi shoved her mango ice cream into her mouth to keep her quiet.
Spencer squeaks in surprise as the ice cream was shoved in her mouth, but Demi wasn't watching her, she was looking over her shoulder for the suspicious man.
Weaving their way through the crowds, Demi leads them back to the hotel after they dump their ice cream in a trash bin.
"Grab your things, we're leaving." Demi says as they go into the hotel room. Spencer does as she was told, and Demi quickly grabs her luggage and goes to her car. She dumps them in the trunk in a hurry, grabbing Spencer's things too and putting them in the trunk also.
"Get in, now. Don't leave anything behind," Demi says and grabs her keys, she walks over and slips into the driver seat. Spencer gets in next to her, looking over at Demi with a worried look.
"What's going on?" She asks as Demi turns on her car and pulls out of the garage.
"We're being followed, we gotta shake them off." Demi replays and when she was on the street, she cursed loudly when inside the hotel room blew up entirely, flames bursting out and black smoke filling the air. Spencer squealed in surprise beside Demi, her eyes wide.
"Puñeta," Demi curses and press on it, she speeds down the road and looks around her quickly.
"Demi?" Spencer says, and she glances over at her.
"What?" She says and turns sharply, honking at a car to move.
"Someone's following us," She says and Demi glances at her rear view mirror, sure enough a black van was gaining on them.
"Fuck." Demi swore and she shifts gears, speeding up.
Demi speeds down the streets, taking random turns and curves, trying to lose them. Spencer was looking into the glove compartment, and whatever she found, made her face go pale.
"Demi?" She squeak and Demi glances at her, Demi swirls into a highway and decides to lose them by putting much distance between them and the van with all the cars.
"Yeah?"
"This note says, 'you should've never enter the races, Beast'."
"Oh crap," Demi says and glances behind her, she saw the van was getting distant.
Just to be sure, Demi drove around for a good hour before stopping at a gas station.
She glances at Spencer who was fiddling with her fingers. "I think we should go to Rita."
"I think we should."
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Puñeta: a Spanish curse word that I don't know what it means in Spanish or in English, it probably means fuck or shit or crap or something along those lines, idek.
HEY FAM GUESS WHOS BIRTHDAY IT IS?! THIS GIRL! *points to myself* AND TWIN! *points at twin who is ignoring me*
Haha yep! It's our birthday and we are turning 16! Which means I get to drive soon and feel a little older, which I don't but still!
That's probably all I wanted to say so yeah, bye!