Capítulo 82: Hit the Road, Jack! : Hit 30 Years Later (4)!
- Are you going to bring me another one or what?
Christina had drunk eight doses already. Her speech was a little bit sluggish, and she could feel a little dizziness.
- That's enough for you.
She looked angrily at the bartender, but all she saw was worry. It seemed like he wanted for her to be o.k.
- What do you know?
Her voice was soft and low, but, still, clear.
- That man you called lardtard. He isn't someone you should have offended. You need to go home before the bar closes.
Christina looked at the bartender with tired eyes. She didn't want to go back home. All she wanted was to take her phone, say to grandma to get on a cab, and then go somewhere else. Change cities or something. And then, never look back.
- I'm serious.
- Yeah, I know you are. Everyone is. - Christina took her purse - How much?
The bartender looked at her worryingly.
- Keep the money and I will call a cab for you.
- No need, I live close. Just a few blocks.
- Miss, please listen to me. That wasn't a good person. And you can't do much about him.
- Pff. Right, right. - She shuffled on her purse. - I never can, right.
For a moment, she considered ignoring all of the bartender advices'. Just go home, or even better, go to another bar.
But she had drank a good chunk of her bitterness away already, so she had some of her reason back.
*sigh* - She exhaled a mouthful of bad breath and dropped her shoulders.
- Fine, call me a cab please.
The bartender's face relaxed and he finally felt at ease.
- Sure.
***
- Just go on straight and then turn left on the fifth road, please.
- Sure thing madam.
The cab driver was a young man on his twenties. No signs of neckbeard, thankfully. The car started and left the bar, slowly progressing towards Christina's home.
Going back home.
Christina looked through the car windows, melancholy written all over her face.
The city's lights shone on her, and the night sky didn't have a single star - that is, they should be somewhere over there, but the street lights wouldn't let someone see them.
SCREEETCH!
- Out, out, out!
- Get out of the car!
- Get that b*tch! Get her!
Everything turned chaotic. A chaos of fat and neckbeards issued, while the cab got surrounded. The doors and windows were closed, but the burly hands hitting on the windows were quite frightening.
Christina was scared.
PASH!
Her window was broken, the door opened by force and her hair was pulled out.
A known face came into view.
- Wait 'till we get the driver out, Max!
- Like hell I will wait! You f*cktards have lost it already! We only have a couple minutes! Hello little missy. Missed me?!
The fat neo-squeamer looked at her, grabbing her hair with his hand.
- We don't have much time, so I guess I will go right down to business.
The man smacked her lips against his while pressing himself against her.
- Comme on, comme on, open that mouth of yours. You're not going home without some taste, haha!
- Release me!
A hand gropped her shirt, looking for her breast. It was rude and aggressive. It hurt her. The man's lips then moved to her neck, sucking and biting. He rubbed herself all over her, groping and slipping his hand here and there.
- Now for the main course, let me see how you feel inside, Hahahha…
- AYE?!
The man's hand drove down her pubis, seeking for something unspeakable. At that moment, someone's cry could be heard, and, with a silent *thud*, that person fell to the ground.
- Shit, he has a shock gun!
- Run!
- You bastards! Miss, are you alright?!
The young driver said, while holding to his taser.
- Yeah. Yeah, I am. It's okay, I am.
The man on the cab helped her rise and get back to her seat. The cuts and bruises on her body were numerous, but all superficial.
- Get me home.
- Are you sure miss? We should file a complaint at the station…
- Just get me home. Please.
- Sure.
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