The tear that burned Abby Cole’s purple and black eye was
but a droplet in an ocean of sorrow and silence. Though she kept her head down
as she walked hurriedly down the street, she was painfully aware of passersby
staring at her wound. Whether it was in pity or disgust, she was too numb to
figure out. Their stares made her feel like even more of an outcast than she
already was. The difference between the gawking pedestrians and Daniel Park?
Abby could easily forget the judgmental masses. After all, they weren’t the
ones who threw the punch during school in the first place.
The more Daniel Park’s cold, demonic expression stained her
mind, the more her colorful eye burned with pooling tears. His screams earlier
that day were barely intelligible, but they were loud enough to leave her ears
ringing. His fist was harder than a cinder block and almost put her into a
permanent sleep. Getting rid of him would be an easy solution for the school
administration, but it would imply that anybody cared. Judging from the cracked
infrastructure and unwashed graffiti surrounding the school, the uncaring
attitudes of those in charge were more obvious than the all-consuming wound
across Abby’s face.
Abby couldn’t even think about anything else at that moment.
If she tried to do math homework that evening, she would only be counting the
pieces of her face she had to pick up. If she tried to do history homework,
then she could justify putting so many violent wars in one textbook, hers chief
among them. If she tried to write a poem, no words would come out, just like
her current silence dictated. Forget A-pluses and scholarships. All she wanted
to do was lie face down on her bed and drift into the darkness forever and
ever.
She had passed a few neon signs in the street for barbecue
joints and strip clubs and their obnoxious lights burned her eye as well. She
couldn’t open it to full length no matter how hard she tried…until a little
patch of fur came darting out of the alleyway. Nobody else was there to judge
her and the tiny kitten. The cat stared up at Abby with pitiful eyes and let
out a series of soft, high-pitched meows. His yellow and orange striped fur
looked gentle enough to touch despite him being a street cat who no doubt had
to fight for his food.
Abby’s smile was wide enough to burn her eye again, but this
time she didn’t wince nor care. “Come on, little kitty!” she sweetly said while
kneeling down on the ground and holding her hand out. “It’s okay, nobody’s
going to hurt you. Are you lost? Do you need some snuggles and love?” The cat
meowed at her some more before creeping up to her hand and jumping into her
arms for a hug. He purred loudly in her ear while Abby stroked his velveteen
fur. “I’m going to call you Butterscotch, because you’re sweet!”
Butterscotch licked Abby’s bruise with his rough tongue and
caused some yellow leakage, but she didn’t mind as evidenced by her giggles and
continued pettings. “You’re such a love bug!” she squealed to him. Forget
laying in bed all night long. She could stay in these now empty streets for
eternity if it meant loving and being loved by this tender creature.
Butterscotch would never punch her in the face. He would never scream
obscenities about pimping and prostitution. This kitty would never stare at
Abby with evil eyes.
Daniel Park, on the other hand, didn’t mind doing those
things at all. His familiar gruff voice could be heard clearing his throat and
just like that, Butterscotch leapt out of Abby’s arms and hid behind a dustbin,
leaving her with a mild scratch on her bare arm. Abby began to feel conscious
about any other body part that could be easily revealed to Daniel. Her flannel
skirt showed off her legs. Her high heeled shoes gave away free foot content.
She pulled on her black T-shirt to keep it from looking too tight on her.
With his victim trembling before him unable to speak, the
leather-jacket-wearing, face-tattooed Daniel lit up a cigarette and slowly
approached her with a tightened fist. “So…have you thought about my offer from
earlier? Are you ready to make me an ass-load of money? I want that ass, Abby.
I got horny bastards that’ll pay good money for an ass like that. What do you
say?” No answer, only trembles and tears. “Are you deaf?!” he roared before
taking another drag of his cigarette and stomping it out.
“Uh…uh…uh…Daniel? I, uh…I can’t do that.” Abby had a hard
time steadying her body, almost to where she was going to fall over.
Daniel grabbed a hold of Abby’s shirt and caused her to
yelp. “Shut up, bitch!” he screamed as he raised his fist in the air. “I was
asking rhetorical questions when I made you that offer. I’m not giving you a
choice, bitch. You either come with me and sell some ass or I’ll leave you
laying in the fucking street. It doesn’t matter to me either way. Bitches like
you are a dime a dozen!” He lifted up her skirt and she could only tremble some
more. “Since you won’t be able to use that mouth of yours for a while…I was
wondering if…”
Butterscotch emerged from behind the dustbin and hissed at
Daniel. He asked, “Who’s that little shit stain? Friend of yours, Abby? You
wish your pussy was that small?”
“L…l…leave Butterscotch alone!” Abby flinched in
anticipation for another punch.
“Butterscotch? Is that what you’re calling him? Shit, I
don’t even have to beat your ass again. I’ll just wring this little fucker’s
neck, how about that?”
Abby collapsed on the ground and sobbed as Daniel slowly
approached Butterscotch, pounding his fists and earning hisses and growls for
his intimidation tactics. “Here, kitty-kitty-kitty!” he said in a creepy voice.
“Maybe I’ll take my phone out and play some Sarah McLaughlin music or some
shit. That’d make a hell of an ASPCA commercial, don’t you think?”
“Leave him alone!”
“Fuck you, cunt!” Daniel raised his fist in the sky and
poised for another beat down on Abby. She tightly closed her eyes and held her
hands up in defeat, so she only got to hear the action when Butterscotch
screamed and scratched Daniel hard enough that he let out a monstrous, “Ouch!”
The double-tracked yell plus the goopy noise emitting from
Daniel’s wound caused Abby to open her eyes to see what was up. Green ooze
leaked from his palm while his eyes glowed neon red. He stared down at her and
said, “That’s right, bitch. I’m a motherfucking demon. We’re everywhere! Ever
wonder why nobody gives a shit about your sorry ass? Demons don’t give a shit
about anyone, so don’t feel too left out.”
Abby’s breathing intensified and her heart rate sped up to
dizzying heights as it lodged in her throat. She was just going to lay there
for her attacker while Butterscotch snuggled up against her chest. Demons ran
this world whether she accepted it or not. Demons weren’t in the business of
fixing schools or policing criminals. They were in the business of creating
even deeper bruises on people more vulnerable than her. They were in the
business of selling ass and literally raising hell.
Abby didn’t want to live in such a world anymore, but
realized that if she gave up now, she wouldn’t be able to hold sweet kitties in
her arms wherever the afterlife took her. A coffin was no place for a grieving
cat. Her body was no place for a demon’s hands, which had developed wrinkles,
hair, and claws as they reached down to grab her. Butterscotch swiped at Daniel
again and opened his palm gash even wider, causing more green goop to spill.
“Goddamn it, you little bastard! I’m going to rip your tail
off and shove it up Abby’s pussy!” Daniel wrapped his good hand around
Butterscotch’s neck and was poised to make good on his threats.
Abby remembered that there were no sweet kitties in the
afterlife. Butterscotch needed her here and now. If she wasn’t going to fight
for herself, she had to fight for her new furry friend. She saw an
opening…mainly the one in Daniel’s hideous hand. In one swift motion, she
grabbed the demon’s wound with her manicured nails and opened it wider and
wider with every slash. Tears poured down her face and blinded her from the
green goop spilling everywhere. Her ears bled from the demon’s screaming in
pain. Her ears also took a pounding from Butterscotch growling as he bit his
attacker.
Soon enough, Abby ripped off an entire strip of demonic
skin. And another. And another. Her heart rate could barely keep up with her
tearful rage. “Die, you motherfucker! Just die already!” she screamed as she
ripped more flesh from the gaping wound. She pulled out muscle fibers and organ
pieces. She ripped a piece of bone out as well after some hard tugging. She had
to stop her rage for a moment to wipe her eyes, but when they were clear, they
widened at her handiwork.
Daniel’s red devil arm was stripped completely of skin and
muscles. His green goopy blood sprayed all over the ground and leaked into the
sewers. His screams grew silent and more pathetic as he crumpled to the ground
dying. His string of obscenities remained unintelligible, but not because of
traumatic blocking. He bled and broke until his monstrous, muscle-bound,
leather-skinned body was just a heap of crap lying on the sidewalk, no
different from one of Butterscotch’s constitutionals. To put it mildly, Daniel
Park was dead.
Abby’s body still shook in a combination of shock and
trauma. Her painful eye was still wide and achy. Her mouth kept trembling as
she spoke. “I did it,” she said in amazement. “I killed that bastard. He’s
gone…” She leaned down to extend her demonic-ooze-covered hand to Butterscotch
and he licked the fluid off for her. “You saved my life, little guy. You’re
just a baby. You shouldn’t have to save people like me. You should be cuddled
and loved forever. Dad would never let me keep you.” That last sentence caused
more tears to scorch her purple wound.
“Don’t worry, baby Butterscotch. I’ll find you a nice home.
I’ll get you away from these demons…if there really are more out there. Hell, I
wouldn’t be surprised if my good-for-nothing dad was one himself. He’d never
believe me if I told him what Daniel did to me. He’d just be like, ‘Suck it up!
Rah-rah-rah-rah-rah!’”
Butterscotch rubbed his head against Abby’s ankle and she
rewarded him with scratches behind the ears. Only then did she notice that his
claws were marked with weird-looking runic symbols. They were long, too. And
jagged. Did this cat know what he was doing all along? That gave Abby an idea…
“Hey, Butterscotch…would you like to meet my daddy? Of
course you would! Hehe!”
