brawler : jason mccann
he picked up the skill when he was only just twelve years old. at first it was just a sign of protection until it grew into something more dominant and aggressive.
he was a boxer who came home every night with a new freshly formed bruise across his flesh it was almost traumatizing.
he was dangerous, at least thats what people speculated as their eyes landed on his tattoo covered skin, dirty blonde hair, and those dark chocolate brown eyes.
and she was just a girl who had just been released from her states prison after six years inside a small secluded space owning up to all her sins.
with her cold as winter past her hometown dreaded nothing more but not to come in contact with her golden crisp skin, midnight black hair, and honey brown eyes once again- she was a walking reminder why the streets were as dangerous as they were today.
so what happens when both individuals worlds collide into one? will their demons collide and make one painful ride for the both that lead to the death?
"listen, if you walk out those doors you're a dead man, jason." she spoke so vulnerably, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip stopping the quivering from beginning as she watched silently as he continued to put on his coat.
as if her words were never heard from him considering they went in through one ear and out the other, his mind elsewhere as his mind played crucial and painful thoughts about what was going to turn into reality soon.
"i'd rather die a brawler, than a wimp." he simply rasped, looking upon her dead in the eye that if looks could kill she'd be six feet under ground.
without another second to waste he turned on the heel of his foot and did not hesitate to exit the home without another say from her, the door shutting close on its own leaving the midnight haired girl in distress.
lower case letters intended. spanglish.
copyright © 2017 justintheunicorn