Page 173 of Under Her Skin
“Okay, that’s enough. I’m taking this idiot outside and teaching him a lesson,” Spikesays.
“No you’re not,” Tanya tellshim.
“I don’t mind. I can take care of myself.” I roll up one sleeve and make a muscle. “See, I work out a lot and I can take this pussyon.”
“What did you call me?” the monster man asksme.
“I called you a pussy,” I mumble and take a step towardshim.
A female voice shrieks my name and I turn to find Tilly running out to me. “Blake, what are you doing? He’ll killyou!”
“Stay out of this, Tilly,” Spike tells her and the next thing I know she’s stopped running towards us and looks kind ofpale.
“Don’t!” shescreams.
Her eyes are sowide and she looks afraid. I turn back to look at what she’s looking at and find the monster man holding quite a large knife and his eyes are dark. Then he opens his mouth and says, “You’re fucking dead, jackass.”
Part 10 Happy GoLucky
Rachelle
After stopping by my grandparents to pick up the set of wedding rings my grandmother’s parents left her, I’m on Kip’s jet, landing in Lubbock at ten o’clock at night. I’m hoping to find Blake at home and make everything right withus.
Finally!
Ihurryoff the plane and rent a car and off to Blake’s I go. I know there’s a huge chance he’ll tell me to fuck off, and I am prepared forthat.
Who am I kidding, I am totally not prepared for that and may fall completely apart if he rejects me. I would understand why he would do it, but it would killme.
A few minutes later I’m in front of his house and his truck isgone.
Shit!
My heart skipsa beat and I have to fight the urge to end my journey for love and happiness. It’s only one setback I tell myself. The defeatist attitude I can have my heart seems to stomp out, and it tells me to keep looking forhim.
I think of some of the love stories I’ve made myself read lately and how the heroes would go to the moon and back to get to their love and I vow to do just that. After all I’ve put Blake through, I have to work hard to fix what I’ve done tohim.
I keep on driving and will just have to look for his truck. He may be at the store or getting something to eat or God forbid, at a bar. If he’s in a depressed mood which I’m sure he is, he may be getting shit-faced somewhere and going to drive drunk. I have to get to him before he does something crazy likethat.
Not far from his house I see a crappy little bar and there’s his truck. I wish he wasn’t in there. I pull up next to his tall truck and take in a deep breath. I may walk in there and find him wrapped around another woman and I have no idea of what I’ll do if I seethat.
I’ll have to try hard not to beat herass!
The music isloud and I can hear it as I get out of the rental car. My heart ispounding.
Please let him be alone, drowning his sorrows in some cornerbooth!
Takingin one more deep breath, I push the door open hard, like I’m about to enter into a saloon in the old west and may find myself facing afight.
Blake
The blade of the large knife the oaf is holding way too close to my stomach shines as the dim bar lights hit it. Tilly is right behind me and that fact is just making this monster sized man evenmadder.
“Tilly, get the hell out of the way and let me deal with this jack ass,” Spike growls ather.
She doesn’t do as he says and instead says, “Spike, don’t do this. You just got out of prison. You don’t want to goback.”
“Prison!” I find myself yelping. “You never said anything about him being in prison. Forwhat?”
