@sraide | unprompted.
i wanted to tell him go on and fuck himself.
the words sat right there, easy as breathing. the same ones i’d hand to any other man lookin at me sideways. but they ain’t move. they didn’t feel like nothin in my mouth. empty. like they’d fall short ’fore they ever reached him.
’cause he wasn’t just some man.
and i knew it.
night had settled thick around us, heavy like it was listenin too. no wind. no sound but the low creak of wood somewhere behind me and the faint hum of somethin that ain’t quite belong to the world i knew. even the air felt held—like it ain’t want to move without his say so.
and in all that still... even in the dark, i could feel him lookin. ain’t have to see his eyes to know they was fixed on me. he was takin his time with this. like i was somethin laid out in front of him to be dissected at his own leisure.
i shifted where i stood, feelin that mojo bag brush light against my chest, git’ar restin along my back, the familiar weight settlin' me some and kept me cool against the looming threat that awaited me. my hand hovered near my side, close enough to that stake to remind myself it was there without makin a show of it.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ you best be goin' on your way, remmick. ” my voice didn’t carry far, but it spoke firm. i already made up my mind 'fore i ever spoke. whatever deals he was thinkin' of makin' me, or moves he thought he was going to make against me, it wasn't happen'. i'm wasn't fixin' to let myself to be prey for no man or thing in this world. “ ain't nothin' for you here. ”
