por this time, aleatório onlookers were starting to form in groups around the two of them, and as even mais people began to cadastrar-se in, the mais Damion began to feel uneasy about the situation. The mumbles among the groups were becoming louder, with some asking if anyone saw someone attack her, and others asking if she had a breakdown of sorts. Some whipped out their phones and began to record as one man started shouting, claiming he saw Hannah throw herself down and how she was doing this purely for attention, because, according to him, "that's just what females do."
Damion saw over the crowd with a look of upmost irritation. It was obvious that this situation was turning ugly, and he needed to get Hannah out of there as soon as he humanely could, and with that, he acted quickly.
He made sure Hannah was holding on tightly to his side as he started for the passenger side of his car. He swiftly opened the door, allowing her to climb in, and as he grabbed the assento cinto, correia and reached over her to buckle it in, he whispered to her.
"I'm going to get you início now, alright? Don't pay any attention to these mongrels."
Without answering, she glanced over at the mass of people and noticed how their phones were following her. Her face flushed with multiple as cores of rosa, -de-rosa and with a sigh of both annoyance and disgust, she lifted her hand, shielded her face from the side, and nodded.
Damion then gave her a quick nod of reassurance and buckled the assento belt. He shut the door and darted his way to the driver's side, trying to shield his own face from the cameras with the capuz, capa of his black jacket. As he opened the door, a man just a couple inches taller than he, approached him and shut the car door before Damion could get in, which prompted a sharp gasp from Hannah. Those who were recording got closer, shifting their focus from Hannah to the two men.
"You weren't the one to hurt that lady were you, eh?" He asked, stepping in closer toward Damion. "A couple people said they saw you with your hands around her neck."
Despite being at a height disadvantage, Damion kept his standing and didn't mover an inch. "She's my girlfriend, whom I amor very much. She's my everything--you think I'd raise a hand to her? No. Now step out of the way, or I will mover you myself." He then tried to open the car door once more, only to have it slammed again.
The man bent down and put his face in Damion's. "What the fuck did you just say to me, boy?"
The man's hand remained on the car door this time.
Damion glanced over at Hannah, who was watching the whole ordeal with fright. She shook her head slightly, mouthing the word, "don't." Damion slowly turned his head back to the man in front of him, his eyes following suit. For a brief moment, he contemplated whether or not he'd be worth it, and considered all of his choices. He promised Hannah he would be a better person, but how was he supposed to be better when everyone keeps prompting him to do otherwise?
Before speaking, Damion closed his eyes and swallowed not only his saliva, but his anger as well. "The last thing I want is trouble, I can utterly assure you. I'm just trying to get her início safely. You see, she has anxiety, and it's possible she just had an episode. Now if you would, please, mover out of the way."
The man waited a few seconds, then nodded and began turning back when all of a sudden he returned and swung at Damion fiercely, only for Damion to catch his fist in the palm of his hand. The crowd went nuts, and nearly everyone had their phones and cameras out, hoping that por the end of the dispute, they would have material to get a couple thousand views with. A few of them began chanting and begging for a fight. In this neighborhood, witnessing fights was like going to see films at the filmes on a Friday night, and they gladly ate these occurrences up without hesitation.
"Now why did you have to go and do something ignorant like that?" Damion asked as he twisted the man's arm, bringing him down to his knees. Damion noticed the man had a nametag. His name was Jackson, and he was an employee at a burger joint a couple hundred yards from the bus stop they were at. Damion glanced over at the place to see his coworkers huddled around the front window, one had her hand over her mouth in shock.
Hannah unbuckled herself from the assento and climbed over into the driver's area to open the door out of fear of Damion going further. "Come on, Damion. Let's go."
Damion's eyes did not mover from Jackson, and his grip tightened. He was waiting for a cracking noise, much to the dismay of Jackson.
"You're gonna break his arm, man!" a teenage boy yelled from the crowd.
"Damion Keller, get in the car." Hannah strictly commanded.
Damion growled angrily and roughly threw the man aside, landing him a couple feet from where they stood. He grabbed his arm in pain, wailing to the sight of his fist with red clench marks. Some of his knuckles were slightly dislocated, but his arm remained perfectly intact.
Hannah moved back to the passenger side and buckled herself up again. "An, uh.. an icepack will help that." Damion said to Jackson as he climbed inside the car. And just like that, they were gone. In an act of spontaneity, Jackson whipped out his phone and hazily took a fotografia of the car driving off.
The people ended their vídeos and carried on their merry ways to whatever locations they were traveling to anterior to the incident while a couple of fellow employees from Jackson's place of work rushed out to aid him. Two men got on either side of him and helped get him back on his feet.
"I'm fine!! Get off me, will you!? Dammit, get off!!" He shouted as he shooed the helpers off. Once stable, Jackson watched the car in the distance make a turn at the seguinte street. His eyes narrowed and he frowned angrily, hesitantly walking to cadastrar-se his friends back in the restaurant as he checked his phone. There within his album, he had a distorted, but somewhat clear fotografia of none other than the car's license plate, which prompted a slick smile on his face. Jackson then put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and walked back into the establishment, almost happily.
There was silence in the car. Hannah was watching the bright as cores and buildings passing in her window when Damion glimpsed over at her for a second.
"Are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter. I got you in trouble again," she said regretfully.
"You think I honestly care about what those losers think of me? I don't." He declared. "It's not like I'm building from a good reputation anyway."
Tears began to fill Hannah's eyes as she covered her face. As Damion heard her begin to weep, he spoke once more.
"Hannah, you.. you know you can, always talk to me, don't you..?" He asked. "I amor you so much, and, it hurts to see you like this... I want to help you in any way I possibly can."
"I just, I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been so stressed out, and I guess it's just getting to me." She said, wiping her tears away.
"Well, what's stressing you out..?" He inquired as he came to a stop at the redlight. Several cars in the other lanes did the same.
"I've.. I've gotten myself so deep in a hole that I can't even see the sun anymore." She brokenly pushed out as she cried.
Damion's coração sank hearing her say that. "How about this. We'll get home, and I'll make some of that chá you like, and we can talk about anything and everything until we see that sun come up if we have to."
Hannah looked at him dearly as she wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her shirt, and he gave her a soft smile in return. She leaned out of her assento a bit, edging closer to Damion, as did he, and they shared a long, passionate kiss that seemed to remind Hannah that maybe not everything was as bleak as she thought.
HOOOOOOOOOOOONK
The sound of the car blaring behind them frightened them both. They let go of their kiss and returned hastily back to their seats, as the stop light was now green; had been green for quite some time now. Damion waved his hand out the car window to motion that he was moving and quickly gave the car some gas. And just like that, they were on their way início and out of the darkness that surrounded them.
Damion saw over the crowd with a look of upmost irritation. It was obvious that this situation was turning ugly, and he needed to get Hannah out of there as soon as he humanely could, and with that, he acted quickly.
He made sure Hannah was holding on tightly to his side as he started for the passenger side of his car. He swiftly opened the door, allowing her to climb in, and as he grabbed the assento cinto, correia and reached over her to buckle it in, he whispered to her.
"I'm going to get you início now, alright? Don't pay any attention to these mongrels."
Without answering, she glanced over at the mass of people and noticed how their phones were following her. Her face flushed with multiple as cores of rosa, -de-rosa and with a sigh of both annoyance and disgust, she lifted her hand, shielded her face from the side, and nodded.
Damion then gave her a quick nod of reassurance and buckled the assento belt. He shut the door and darted his way to the driver's side, trying to shield his own face from the cameras with the capuz, capa of his black jacket. As he opened the door, a man just a couple inches taller than he, approached him and shut the car door before Damion could get in, which prompted a sharp gasp from Hannah. Those who were recording got closer, shifting their focus from Hannah to the two men.
"You weren't the one to hurt that lady were you, eh?" He asked, stepping in closer toward Damion. "A couple people said they saw you with your hands around her neck."
Despite being at a height disadvantage, Damion kept his standing and didn't mover an inch. "She's my girlfriend, whom I amor very much. She's my everything--you think I'd raise a hand to her? No. Now step out of the way, or I will mover you myself." He then tried to open the car door once more, only to have it slammed again.
The man bent down and put his face in Damion's. "What the fuck did you just say to me, boy?"
The man's hand remained on the car door this time.
Damion glanced over at Hannah, who was watching the whole ordeal with fright. She shook her head slightly, mouthing the word, "don't." Damion slowly turned his head back to the man in front of him, his eyes following suit. For a brief moment, he contemplated whether or not he'd be worth it, and considered all of his choices. He promised Hannah he would be a better person, but how was he supposed to be better when everyone keeps prompting him to do otherwise?
Before speaking, Damion closed his eyes and swallowed not only his saliva, but his anger as well. "The last thing I want is trouble, I can utterly assure you. I'm just trying to get her início safely. You see, she has anxiety, and it's possible she just had an episode. Now if you would, please, mover out of the way."
The man waited a few seconds, then nodded and began turning back when all of a sudden he returned and swung at Damion fiercely, only for Damion to catch his fist in the palm of his hand. The crowd went nuts, and nearly everyone had their phones and cameras out, hoping that por the end of the dispute, they would have material to get a couple thousand views with. A few of them began chanting and begging for a fight. In this neighborhood, witnessing fights was like going to see films at the filmes on a Friday night, and they gladly ate these occurrences up without hesitation.
"Now why did you have to go and do something ignorant like that?" Damion asked as he twisted the man's arm, bringing him down to his knees. Damion noticed the man had a nametag. His name was Jackson, and he was an employee at a burger joint a couple hundred yards from the bus stop they were at. Damion glanced over at the place to see his coworkers huddled around the front window, one had her hand over her mouth in shock.
Hannah unbuckled herself from the assento and climbed over into the driver's area to open the door out of fear of Damion going further. "Come on, Damion. Let's go."
Damion's eyes did not mover from Jackson, and his grip tightened. He was waiting for a cracking noise, much to the dismay of Jackson.
"You're gonna break his arm, man!" a teenage boy yelled from the crowd.
"Damion Keller, get in the car." Hannah strictly commanded.
Damion growled angrily and roughly threw the man aside, landing him a couple feet from where they stood. He grabbed his arm in pain, wailing to the sight of his fist with red clench marks. Some of his knuckles were slightly dislocated, but his arm remained perfectly intact.
Hannah moved back to the passenger side and buckled herself up again. "An, uh.. an icepack will help that." Damion said to Jackson as he climbed inside the car. And just like that, they were gone. In an act of spontaneity, Jackson whipped out his phone and hazily took a fotografia of the car driving off.
The people ended their vídeos and carried on their merry ways to whatever locations they were traveling to anterior to the incident while a couple of fellow employees from Jackson's place of work rushed out to aid him. Two men got on either side of him and helped get him back on his feet.
"I'm fine!! Get off me, will you!? Dammit, get off!!" He shouted as he shooed the helpers off. Once stable, Jackson watched the car in the distance make a turn at the seguinte street. His eyes narrowed and he frowned angrily, hesitantly walking to cadastrar-se his friends back in the restaurant as he checked his phone. There within his album, he had a distorted, but somewhat clear fotografia of none other than the car's license plate, which prompted a slick smile on his face. Jackson then put his phone in the back pocket of his jeans and walked back into the establishment, almost happily.
There was silence in the car. Hannah was watching the bright as cores and buildings passing in her window when Damion glimpsed over at her for a second.
"Are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter. I got you in trouble again," she said regretfully.
"You think I honestly care about what those losers think of me? I don't." He declared. "It's not like I'm building from a good reputation anyway."
Tears began to fill Hannah's eyes as she covered her face. As Damion heard her begin to weep, he spoke once more.
"Hannah, you.. you know you can, always talk to me, don't you..?" He asked. "I amor you so much, and, it hurts to see you like this... I want to help you in any way I possibly can."
"I just, I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been so stressed out, and I guess it's just getting to me." She said, wiping her tears away.
"Well, what's stressing you out..?" He inquired as he came to a stop at the redlight. Several cars in the other lanes did the same.
"I've.. I've gotten myself so deep in a hole that I can't even see the sun anymore." She brokenly pushed out as she cried.
Damion's coração sank hearing her say that. "How about this. We'll get home, and I'll make some of that chá you like, and we can talk about anything and everything until we see that sun come up if we have to."
Hannah looked at him dearly as she wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her shirt, and he gave her a soft smile in return. She leaned out of her assento a bit, edging closer to Damion, as did he, and they shared a long, passionate kiss that seemed to remind Hannah that maybe not everything was as bleak as she thought.
HOOOOOOOOOOOONK
The sound of the car blaring behind them frightened them both. They let go of their kiss and returned hastily back to their seats, as the stop light was now green; had been green for quite some time now. Damion waved his hand out the car window to motion that he was moving and quickly gave the car some gas. And just like that, they were on their way início and out of the darkness that surrounded them.
