it’s terrifying.
He steps forward,
staying in front of me, blocking me.
“You payin’ attention now?
“You see me take that step?”
He’s facing the guy, who’s nodding.
Andrew’s slow nod follows. “Good. Give me one more fuckin’ reason to take another step away from her, it’ll be the one you regret.”
The guy tries to smile it away,
tries to test Andrew’s threat,
see if he can lighten it.
Andrew exhales through his nose,
his jaw tight.
“Wipe that fuckin’ look off your face.
“I’m not playin’—Swear to God?—
“one more word outta you.
“Let’s see how quick I forget I need this job.”
The guy freezes.
Andrew’s gaze drifts across me,
trying to call out to me.
“Let’s go.” He waves me up.
I can’t open my mouth.
But I can stand, and my muscles ache from being stiff for too long.
‘five minutes before I’m knockin’ for my turn, bro.
‘I want this one next.’
‘… my turn, bro.’
My heart won’t sit still in my chest,
she's pacing around his voice, these words.
She wants out.
‘Friday night fuck tradition…
‘I want this one next…’
