Page 34 of Patchover Fright Night
“Where’s Harley?” I demanded, but he just started to laugh. Why was it so funny? I drew back my fist, ready to punch him if he didn’t help me out.
“Harley, what’s your beef, man? You wanna get a beer?” I punched him, and almost tripped over his ass as he hit the ground, laughing again as I called out to my girl.
“Harley? Harley, get back here!”
“He’s calling for himself! What a prick!”
I kicked the fucker, and ran straight into trouble. Trouble was a guy dressed in black, who aimed a gun right at my head.Fuck.
“Stop right there, Harley.” What? I spun to look for my beloved horse, but she wasn’t there. Where was she?!
“I said, fucking stop!”
“Where is she?” I demanded, moving closer, even though that gun was almost right in my face now.
“The fuck? Where’s who? I said, stop, dammit. I’ll shoot you in the fucking face!”
I tried to knock the gun from his hand, and tripped over my feet, or maybe someone else’s, who knows? I landed on my back, and the asshole straddled me, pressing the gun to my cheek.
“You’re a traitor, man. You betrayed your colours. You bent over and took it up the ass from these Phoenix fuckers. I’m about to put a bullet in your fucking eye socket.”
I reached for the gun as he moved it over my eye, gripping it with both hands, as I stared down the barrel, knowing death was seconds away.
“Just tell me, please.”
The fucker hesitated, finally chuckling to himself.
“Fine. I’ll indulge you. What do you want to know? Why I’m doing this?”
“No. Where is she? Please, I have to know. Did you hurt her?”
He glanced behind him at the roaring flames I’d noticed, but not really taken interest in, because she wouldn’t be in there, would she? Fuck, I’d run through fire for her if I had to.
“She’s in there?”
His eyes fixed on mine again. Everything about him was familiar, but the buzzing in my ears, or maybe the roaring of the fire, was making it hard to place his voice.
“Which she? You’re gonna have to narrow it down for me. There are three women in there. Well, four, I guess, if the baby’s a girl.”
His words made no sense, but I shook my head, still holding onto that fucking gun that would take my life soon, and I wouldn’t even see my girl again. I just wanted to see her again, just to know she was safe!
“Harley.”
His head tilted.
“Huh?”
“Where’s Harley?” He drew the gun away from my face, scratching at his temple with the barrel, even though that seemed pretty dumb to me. How embarrassing would it be, if he shot himself doing that?
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re Harley, dipshit.”
Ugh. They were all the same. It was like they thought I didn’t know my own fucking name!
“NotmeHarley,herHarley. Where is my fucking Harley?”
“The fuck?” He looked away from me, and I figured, since he wasn’t helping me, why not get rid of him and go back to my search? I grabbed the knife from my sleeve scabbard, and jammed it right into his side, just as I recognised him at last.
Chapter Fourteen
