I floored it as she tried to unlock the door. Kicking her face with my right foot, I was losing control of the van, dodging on coming traffic. Cussing at me, she grabbed my right foot and tried to pull me out the passenger’s window. Now, looking like I’m playing Twister, my body was twisted and trying to stir the van and keep my left foot on the gas, which is only making the car go faster. She got good grip and pull my right leg enough for me to pull my hands off the stirring wheel and stretched out my groin. With my right foot out the window, the van shrived into the on coming lane and my butt somehow pushed the unlock button, unlocking the door. Holding on to the top the door, she pulled the door open and letting go of my foot. I quickly jump back to the passenger’s seat just in time to shrive the car out of the way of another on coming car. She punched my face as I tried to block her punches. Not finding a defense against her punches, I slammed on the breaks, sending her, miraculously, through the window of the van while slamming my face and chest into the stirring wheel.
I remembered screaming and pounding the stirring wheel. Fuck it, I can’t do this any more. Fucking God-damned Patron. Wait, my son, my son. I gotta get my son. That time, thoughts of my son didn’t stop the rushing pain, but it made me work around it. Looking out the window, I saw Redhead a few feet away, slowly moving, covered in blood and bruises. No way she could have survived that. I started to drive off, but I didn’t get any gas. I turn the ignition off, and then started the car…nothing. Huh? I was panicking and screaming. How did the van stop working? I happened to look up and saw Redhead standing, shaking her head, and then picking up a large stick. Pumping the gas and frantically turning the ignition, Redhead walked to the driver’s side looking more like I pissed off Bruce Banner.
As she opened the driver’s side door, the van started. She grabbed my neck and squeezed it like a stress ball, just as I put the van in drive.
“Turn the fucking car off bitch!” Redhead yelled.
She squeezed hard as I replied, “Fuck you. This is my son!” She tried to pull me out the car as I slammed the gas. This caused her to fall on her face, as she pulled me out the van, landing on my shoulder. The van, meanwhile, drove into a few signs and crashed into a pole several feet away.
Teary eyed, I got to all fours only to have Redhead pull my head back with the large stick cocked back. Fucking patron! Is this how I’m going out? Lawd, I’m sorry, but—
Redhead started screaming and shaking before she was lifted off her feet and slammed to the ground.
I looked over and saw the old man holding a taser. “I’m tired of you big city people coming here selling your women for gas and running off before I’m finished.” He pointed the taser at my head. “Either I keep her or I’ll tase you and send you both to jail.”
Maaaannnnn!!! He didn’t say nothing but a word, homie. Do you think I turned down that deal! “She’s all yours man. Sorry for running out like that. Don’t know what I was thinking.” He then gave me a lesson on morality as he hogtied Redhead and tasered her one more time. After his lesson, he put Redhead on a gurney, put her in his truck.
“Hey man, give me a ride to my van, and I’ll give you a thousand dollars to buy your truck.” I offered. He nodded. Within twenty minutes, I was en route to Sacramento in his truck.
We’ll see who puts hands on my son mother fucker!
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