Mr. Heartbreaker: Black Mountain Academy

That thought has me grinning, and the more I think about it, the more the idea cements in my mind. I’ve never – and I mean never – been possessive over a woman before.

Not until Violet.

I should hate it, hate everything about it, but I don’t. I want to claim her, leave my mark on her, fuck her hard, stretch her to fit my cock, and make sure any other motherfuckers know that she’s mine. I smile in spite of my sore balls; sore because I’ve been hard nonstop since Violet walked into the diner tonight. But my smile turns into a frown when Violet gets off the bus at least three stops before she should have if she was going to the Beaver. She steps out, her head down, her blonde hair shielding her face. She’s carrying the container the waitress at Spark’s gave her with the extra hamburger and fries. Violet also ordered a bag of popcorn. I have no idea why. She didn’t eat it and I’ve never heard of anyone buying popcorn to save it for later. Maybe they do, but that just seems fucking weird, especially if you’re going home. All you have to do is throw a bag in the microwave and pop your own.

I instantly go alert when Violet walks toward an old brick building that looks like it’s been standing for over a hundred years and hasn’t been touched since it was built. She doesn’t go to the front entrance, though. She goes to an alley between that building and another. The light is shit and it’s nighttime, plus this is a fucking bad neighborhood. There’s no way I’m going to let her out of sight. I get out of the car, carelessly closing the door and shoving the key into my pocket.

When I get my hands on Violet, I’m going to spank her ass red. I ignore how much pleasure that thought gives me. Now is not the time. It will happen soon, though. I get to the corner, but when I see what Violet is doing, I stop and let the brick wall hide my body and just peek around the corner. Violet is talking to an old bum. I’d be worried, but it’s clear that she knows him. So, I decide to just listen.

“I knew you’d be awake,” Violet says, as she gets close to the old man. Her voice is sweet, even tender, and I make it a goal that she will use that voice on me.

Maybe even one a little softer.

The man she’s talking to is lying on a pillow in front of what appears to be a lean-to made of tin and cardboard on the sides. For whatever reason, the man is outside, not inside of it.

“Not got much else to do. What have you got there?”

“I picked up some food for you at the diner. I thought you might be hungry.”

“You just fed me a sandwich, Angel,” he argues, but I notice he opens up the box. “What’s this?”

“That’s as close as I can get to corn. Where’s Gladys?” Violet asks and I frown. Is she feeding a damn family?

“He’s resting,” the old man says, confusing me even more. “He had a nightmare. Ever since we saw that flying saucer in the sky the other night, he keeps dreaming the aliens are coming to get us.”

“You think he’s dreaming of aliens?” Violet asks, but she’s not making fun of him. If it’s not my imagination, she sounds worried.

“I don’t know. I’m not privy to his dreams, Angel, but I think so. It wouldn’t surprise me if he thinks the aliens are old guys in white suits carrying a bucket of chicken.”

I hear them talking, but it just gets weirder and weirder. I’m starting to think I slipped into the Twilight Zone, when it gets clearer. A damn rooster comes out of the small shelter, if you can call it that. It’s making chicken noises under his breath, ruffling his feathers.

I always heard that chickens are stupid, but this thing is smart. I know that because it makes a beeline for Violet. If I was that damn chicken I’d go to her, too. It waits and I can see from the pale streetlight that Violet is stroking his comb.

Jesus, I’m fucking jealous of a chicken.

“Hey Gladys, what a good boy you are.”

Gladys? Boy?

“You need anything, Rooster?”

“Not a thing. Got my belly full and got to see you again. I’m right as rain, my girl,” the old man answers.

“You could come and stay with me tonight. You can sleep on the floor. I’ll pad it with some blankets. I have a couch, but I wouldn’t let my worst enemy sleep on it.”

“I’m good, Angel. You head on off now. It’s not good for a girl to be out alone this late at night.”