Snapshot into Charlieโs past.
Charlie lifted her drink from the bar and casually moved to the opposite side hoping that the older caucasian man in the Hawaiian shirt and flip flops whoโd been eyeing her wouldnโt approach, but her move was in vain. She felt him approaching and she tried to ignore him, but he tapped on her shoulder.
โWhat,โ she snapped with an eyeroll, but it wasnโt enough to thwart him. He leaned forward against the bar with his beer in hand. She could smell cigarettes and some strange foggy salty odor. It was a smell unique to this type of caucasian male.
โIโm Chuck. Chuck Garrett, divorced and looking for something special. Whatโs your name, beautiful?โ
โMy name is Iโm not interested so walk away,โ Charlie flared, baring her teeth. She refused to leave just because he was making her uncomfortable. She had a right to be at a bar at night as late as she wanted to be. It was 2 AM and she couldnโt sleep. Amazingly, this small pub was open. She wasnโt a big drinker, so she didnโt keep up with bars and closing times.
โYou have a sense of humor,โ he chuckled, โI like that in a woman. Maybe I could buy you another drink?โ
โNo, you irritating fuck. Iโm not interested,โ she said looking away hoping to cut off the interaction.
โHow could you know that yet, you havenโt even spent time with me. Letโs get outta here and go somewhere, you and me.โ The man was persistent to his own detriment.
โLook Buck or Tuck or whatever the fuck, unless you wanna die, back up off of me. Go irritate someone else.โ
โOh come on, the night is young. Come back to my place and Iโll show you a good time thatโll knock thatย sassย right on outta ya.โ
Sass? SASS? Alarms went off in Charlieโs head. This asshole just referred to my valid demand that a complete stranger leave my personal space as SASS. Am I being impudent? Am I not showing the due respect? What respect does he think he is entitled to? These questions flashed within a second in Charlieโs mind and she stared into the tacky manโs brown eyes. He was sure heโd walk out of there with her and wouldnโt leave her alone until he got the answer he wanted.
โIโm not interested and youโre making me uncomfortable. Go away,โ she said calmly turning back to her drink. The fact that no one got involved let her know that he was on his own. He wasnโt known to the pub and neither was she.
โNot until you agree to come to my place tonight for a drink and some fun,โ he said with a sip of his beer. She was disgusted.
โOk, you know what? If you insist. Letโs go. Where are you parked?โ
They walked to his blue Toyota and his hand found its way to her back, sliding down to her butt. She cringed inwardly, but let it rock. It was another strike against him. In the car, he put his meaty hand on her thigh. Charlie paused in disbelief. The disrespect. She stared as he groped it and climbed in attempt to reach the apex of her thighs only to be blocked by her hand. โStop,โ she said firmly. It was obvious that he took her protests for a joke. Back at his apartment, he ushered her in, dusting off the space and moving things from the chair and floor.
โWell, this is me,โ he waved gesturing to the space. It only took five seconds for him to be all over her, his hands roaming and invading her body like Europeans on African soil. It made her itch as she wrestled with him. He ignored every command she gave to in hand her, like she knew he would. He was exactly what she knew heโd be. She slapped him hard across the cheek and he sobered for a second, looking her in the eye. Staring him down, she looked him in his brown orbs, seeing the same expression and the same wickedness sheโd seen in many men before him. She knew what she had to do.
She let him strike first with his words as he resulted to misogynistic and then racial epithets in attempt to build himself. He couldnโt handle rejection. In his mind, he was entitled and anyone who did not succumb willingly would be brought down by force. He lunged for her, reaching to grab? Punch? She wasnโt sure neither did she care to find out. As soon as he reached, she stepped back to dodge and then came back in, kicking him low and seizing his wrist using speed and acceleration to snap it. Once he cried out, she grabbed the same broken wrist as he winced and she twisted his arm until he went down to his knees. With one hand holding him down, she used the other to make a fist and punch him in the nose multiple times effectively breaking it. She was met with more disgusting slurs and insults from him that came now from a place of pain as well as anger.
โYou think youโre better than me,โ she told him. He didnโt need to respond. She already knew his type. Sheโd seen too many of them. โYou think you should be able to do and say whatever you want because youโre a white man and youโve been brainwashed to believe that your kind is supreme.โ The man bit his tongue, rage seeping through him. โGo ahead,โ Charlie spoke, โRespond.โ The man said nothing only proving to Charlie that she was right.
โI told you to stop. I told you you made me uncomfortable. I said go away and leave me alone. Why didnโt you? Why donโt you respect women? Why do youย forceย yourself on us when we tell you no?โ Silence. She clamped down on her lower lip with a sigh, closing her eyes to make herself calm down. โI just donโt understand why your kind canโt just be decent. I donโt get it. You must be demons.โ He dropped his head, but he was just waiting for her to stop talking or leave.
โLook at you,โ she goaded, โPathetic sitting there like the broken shell of a man that you are. You are nothing and I hope you know it to your core.โ
He chuckled then, not taking her seriously. It was a truth that was hard for him to accept apparently. Charlie turned her back, adjusting her clothes. In her head, she counted down waiting for him to try something dumb and right on cue, he lunged at her. She pulled a small pistol and shot him between the eyes and immediately he dropped, dead weight.
She made sure to examine his face and everything in the room where sheโd stood, leaving no evidence of her arrival before ducking from the apartment and walking to ground floor where she called an uber to catch a ride back to the pub.
In her own car, she was able to take a breath and unwind. She just wanted to mind her business and have a drink because she couldnโt sleep and now here she was exhausted with another body in her kill count. How many men had it been so far? Eight? Why did she draw so many predators? Why were men so unapologetically disgusting?
โBetter they find me than someone defenseless they could victimize,โ she reasoned to herself in the dark. โI can fight back. Thatโs just what I have to doโฆ For all women of all ages who canโt. So yeah. Bring me the creeps.โ She said it, but in reality she just wanted peace. She was a college student with a lot to do and a lot on her plate, she didnโt need the extra stress. Boy was it stressful being met with perverts all the time. It was like she could sense it in people.
With a final sigh, she started her car and pulled off to head back home. It was enough drama for one night and she had class early the next morning.
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