Lola And Rolla ~ Playing With Guns
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Part One
"Come the fuck on!!!" He exclaimed in extreme frustration.
Rolla repeatedly pressed on the gas pedal, then stepped down on the brake pedal before turning the starter. One, two, three, four revs. The old Civic just wouldn't start up for the twelve year old.
"FUCK!!" Rolla barked a slur at air and circumstance. He hopped out the driver seat, slamming the door behind him. He poked his head into the driver side window and looked to the back seat. "Just hold on, okay?! Just hold on a little longer!"
Rolla went to the hood of the car, trying to stay collected to find and fix the issue as fast as possible.
When he opened the hood, a steam cloud with the essence of gaseous fluids and long term issues wrapped around his face. He let out a hard wheezing cough, hawking and spitting the taste on the gravel.
Once Rolla waved away the steam to see the mechanics, he instantly realized he didn't know what the fuck he was looking for. This is a situation his elder sister's could've diagnosed just by the smell of the fumes, and here he couldn't figure out a dipstick to a motor cap. Rolla cursed himself to infinity for his unmanly helplessness. Even the sheer thought of his female siblings knowing more than him in such a skill only electrified his irritation, creating the urge to kick and almost break the headlight and bumper.
In between the kicking and cursing, Rolla heard the sound of agonizing dry heaves and thick gargling coming from the backseat.
"Fuck." He cursed at his negligence, almost forgetting that fast that his time frame was extremely limited.
He looked into the backseat again thru the driver window and saw red liquified stains on the edge of the seat and forming a puddle on the floor.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Rolla cursed a thousand times as that seemed to be the only vocabulary the twelve year old's mood.
He opened the back door and and climed on the seat cautiously, erractly scanning every inch.
"Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no! You can't sleep right now. C'mon, keep your eyes on me, remember? Keep your eyes on me and everything will be okay." Rolla frantically attempted to convince, but subconsciously feeling he was trying to convince himself. Rolla went from almost yelling to whispering passionately, tapping gently and caressing softly to keep the senses aware.
"Excuse me, sir." He heard a girl's voice behind him say.
"Yeah, just a second." Rolla responded, almost reluctant acknowledging what was not in front of him.
He pulled a silk jet black bandana from his dungeree's belt loop, using it to gently wipe the crimson from each corner.
"Sir, a moment please." The girl called out again in a slightly irritated tone, tapping him aggressively on Rolla's shoulder.
He was an atom split from kicking the ill-mannered impatient bitch in her nose, neck or knees. Father always said,"Never in hit a woman from her shoulders to her waist or between the thighs in her sacred place."
"One God damn second, please!" Rolla almost yelled in frustration.
Half of the bandana was as red as The River Styx, the R.W. embroidered in the middle was stained with human. He pulled a quilt over, tucked and being tender with every motions.
That's when the caramel skinned twelve year old heard the girl behind him whistling obnoxiously for his attention.
As the condescending blows faded in the wind, so did Rolla's last bit of patients. He climbed out the car as quickly as caution would let him, ready to release all the attention this whore was lookimg for.
"You ignorant resttive gash!!! You couldn't wa...."
Before his rage could reach its peak, the massive pressure from the combination of three bone shaking punches connected to his cheek, chin and nose with the speed of nothing. The three devastating blows knocked the strength out of his knees, causing him to scrape his throbbing right cheek on the Civic's rear tire. Now the inside and outside of Rolla's mouth were bleeding, feeling the flesh inside rip across his teeth. More of his DNA leaked onto the gravel from his nose. It didn't feel broken, but that left hook made the twelve year old's ears ring.
The bandana that fell from Rolla clutches was caught by the assailant before it could hit the ground.
Rolla's spine shook viciously, resting on his hands and knee with his face leaking on the gravel.
"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!?!?!"
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