Like A Douche In The Night, Part 4

A horror story in one act

Recurring characters:
HFA

Other characters:
Colombian - a mentally unstable 120 pound rape victim

The following takes place between 10pm and 12pm on a Wednesday. Events occur in reverse order..

Act 1, Scene 3:
Colombian: I'm a 22 year old lush I hope you know that your baby will never know their dad
HFA: You're the shit.

Act 1, Scene 2:
My rage cannot be described. I rush past Liz and Lenny straight to the barstand where I order a yellow shit and half a dozen of band-aids. My right hand is covered in blood so I use it to pound my drink in about 4 seconds. Blood is dripping from my left hand. Derek pulls me aside and tells me that the Colombian has previously visited the same drinking establishment and spent half an hour sitting on the sidewalk outside screaming and crying about me. He warns me to be careful, so I thank him and smear some blood over his sweater. In the restroom I tape my wounds as best as I can. I slowly simmer down over the next two hours pounding yellow shits and random shots.

Act 1, Scene 1:
I walk out of the subway at 10 and head to Fu Half a block away I notice a familiar face walking towards me and instantly I cringe. The Colombian. I make the mistake of not powerwalking past her and say "Hey." The clock on the parking meter reads 10:05. In roughly the following order:
- I get smacked over the head, once, twice, fifteen times
- I get kicked in the balls, once, twice, five times, I turn sideways, I get kicked in the ass
- I put my hands in front of me for protection
- I get bitten, half of my finger is missing skin, blood everywhere, I stare in disbelief
- I get bitten again, there is a whole in the web between my thumb and index finger
- Scratch marks everywhere: hands, neck, face
- She wants to talk, she wants to know why I lied, why I won't admit I like her
- Cops pass by, stop, watch me getting smacked repeatedly, drive by
- I run, get tackled, there is a guy walking a dog, I threaten the Colombian that I would entice the dog to bite her
- She says she was sleeping with one guy when she saw me, then the number turns to four, then to six, my name is now Mike
- We walk around, I search for another cop car to get rid of her, she starts yelling "you raped me" on Park Avenue in front of dozens of people
- She promises to never see me again if I never come to her bar, that would be Snafu
- She promises to leave if I walk her to GC, reluctantly I agree after she threatens to sue me for rape
- We walk, I am silent, every few seconds she screams "why are you yelling at me?!", I continue not speaking
- There are threats of stalking me, just for the fun of it
In the mind blinded by rage and desire to stab her in the face, a bleak hope. As we enter GC, I use all the football player skills that I have learned by watching the Giants games, to get to the subway entrance. Living in Westchester and working close to GC gives few reasons to have a MetroCard. As I swipe my MetroCard I smile. I walk out on the other side of the building 2 minutes later. The clock on the parking meter reads 11:00.