Thread: Scaremonger (Mr Quixotic & Lait)

He touched her. God damn he touched her. Again. And here Zai thought she'd finally get enough of him touching her. He touched her and he touched her like it was okay. Like she didn't have a problem with him or anything. Like they were all chummy friends who were all horsing around. She was more than glad the prick didn't shove his... ugh in her mouth. As she got to her car she ripped the jacket from off her body and threw it against the seat next to her. He fucking touched her. Good God, it took everything in her not to turn around and deck Cole Douglas right there in the face that moment. For as angry as she was, she surprisingly had a lot of restraint. A lot of things telling her that she'd find her justice one way or another. That it wasn't over, that it was a far from over. But the rage. The piercing rage that boiled in her body made her scream as hard as she could, alone in her car. Her hands beat against the steering wheel, not caring whether she was hitting the horn. Her tinted windows couldn't give away her actions anyways. Who cared. She sure didn't. Not after what happened... How they made a fucking fool out of her. Azairah was PISSED. How could she not have seen this coming?! How could she not have known that his dad was the fucking sheriff of Eden!? Well shit, maybe because she thought she had a shot at winning. What an infuriating wake up call that was. Zai slammed her hand against the gear stick and slammed it back into drive before screeching away. That was fine, just fine. Just peachy. Burn the coat. Get rid of his evidence. Get rid of everything that belonged to Cole Douglas. It had taken her forty-five minutes to drive down to the station but in a matter of just twenty she was already in front of her all too familiar home. Azairah refused to have any memory other than that of that terrible night of the monster. Grabbing her bag and coat from the seat violently she rushed quickly into her home, dropping everything at the door but her coat. Burn it. Burn it. Burn it. The words chanted loudly through her ears. He touched it, he touched you, he thinks its over. This is calling it over. Immediately she ventured into her kitchen, grabbing bleach from the cabinet under the sink and across the hall into her living room to grab the matches she'd lit candles with earlier. Her jacket needed to be especially tended to, especially disposed of. Grinding her teeth together in anger, her back porch door flew open and Zai in second threw the jacket to the grass. This was what they wanted right? They wanted to see a woman lose right? They wanted her to suffer right? They wanted her to shut her mouth and swallow it right?! Azairah viciously pulled the blue top to the bleach off, throwing it behind her before tipping the half full gallon over her coat. The once black trench coat quickly changing to an ugly yellow-gray. Why couldn't she have won? Why hadn't they just given her that... Why'd the situation have to turn out the way it did. Zai asked all the questions that should have been answered but still everyone refused to answer her questions. As the gallon emptied and tossed it to the side, then came the matches that she frantically opened. One swipe, two swipes against the rough edge before a little flame came to life. These stupid fuckers think they can get away with shit like this. Always. Zai said to herself quietly. Her fingers let go of the match, watching it gracefully land into the pit of bleach and ignite into flames. The coat crunched and crackled and she watch closely like a cleanse was occurring... If only she could have done the same with Cole. Lit him on fire, cleansed him of his impure ways, to make him realize he couldn't keep doing what he was doing. For every girl he's raped, there'd have to be one who didn't stand for his shit. So she'd wait, and she'd watch. Her moment would come. Whether it'd be tomorrow, in a week, month or years it would come. Zai would get her opportunity. And Cole would suffer just like she did. Sometimes, after a while, people forget what they were angry for and they carry about their daily lives minding their own business, watching waiting, while surviving each living day. They forget because they want to forget, because they wasted their time trying to achieve something that was impossible from the start. In the paradise called Eden, that was a common phenomenon. A lot of the women who lived in the were miserable- in fact it wasn't just women. It was everyone. Everyone was miserable. The fake sunshiny scenery, every couple, every child, every person- If you stared hard enough you could see that deep down they were all miserable. Every twenty minutes the fire trucks left the station, every thirty minutes the police cars sped down the long quiet streets of Eden... Those were the ones that bothered her the most... I'd been a month or so Azairah had lost track long ago since... A month of just silently suffering alone, a month of no contact with anyone. Isolated in her little home, because that's where she was safest... Zai even took the pleasure of discontinuing her phone service just for the sake of not hearing anyone's pity or anyone's bullshit. There was no appetite in her, no joy in her, no anything in her. She was breathing but she wasn't living and here she though she could have started a new life in a new place away from her family that made her feel like she was drowning... It was square one all over again. It'd been a while since she'd been so mentally exhausted like so. Over thinking what she needed to be doing, over processing her surroundings, double checking- triple checking if anyone had been following her, watching her or waiting for her. It even came down to making sure everything was in place when she got home and returning to check again if anything had been moved out of place. When she brought that fear to work with her, it was obvious that her boss Mason saw something was wrong with her. She wasn't the normal, over confident, hard-working accountant he'd hired over a year ago. Watching her flinch when he raised his hands, jump when the door to her office opened, noticing her lost in thought more often, tired, drained, damaged. It was late that afternoon... It'd taken her all day to reorganize the companies financial records that someone so kindly ruined for her. There was a system to it, and Azairah had carefully set up that system so that she could find what she needed whens he needed it. Focus, she said softly under her breath. It was already way past closing, but there were just those nights where she didn't want to go home... She didn't want to sit there alone, doing nothing but remembering silently, getting mad and breaking something she loved. The door to her office opened and her head shot up to see Mason standing there pinching the bridge of his nose. I know how much you love to work Azairah but it's past seven. Do you want me to take you home? Already? It was 530 the last time she looked up. Standing, Zai checked the digital clock on her desk. Oh... she answered softly. Obviously not paying attention enough she ran her fingers through her dark hair. Uhm, no... That's fine. I'll be fine. Are you sure? Its no trouble for me at all. We could even stop and get something to eat? That's what frightened her the most. Having to sit there not paying attention to him, Mason getting mad and then beating her. The cops getting involved and Zai not winning, yet again. That though ran through her head in just a split second. Pulling her coat over body and shot a glance up at the other. I am fine. Thank you . What was so hard to understand. What was so hard to comprehend about her body language. She wanted nothing to do with people like him. People of his gender, people of his species. Azairah marched out of the room behind him, avoiding as much body contact as she could. Hey... wait a minute, he called out to her grabbing her arm lightly. Stopping immediately in her tracks her eyes widened. Excuse me? Can I help you with something? Her eyes averted down at his hand holding on to her arm then back up at him. Her head was telling her another jacket to burn but the fires were so hard to put out in her backyard... Sorry. Look, it's pretty dark out and... he shrugged. Because ' sorry ' sorry always fixed everything. -And your point is? she questioned him sharply. Sitting the straps of her purse over her forearm, she reached into her trench coat pocket for a pack of wet wipes. You know, ever since what happened..- What happened? You know.. No I don't know, would you care to enlighten me? Look Zai I'm just looking out for your well being okay. We don't want another fiasco going down again preventing you from coming to work. When the police came here questioning..? It was pretty intense. I thought something really bad might have happened to you. I need you, you're my best accountant. Azairah simply stared, blankly. For the past month, from all the men she's encountered it just seemed to be mindless trash exiting their mouths. No, you look, she started, pulling the small pack from her pocket. I didn't ask for what happen to me to happen to me. I didn't ask for you to look out for me because who was looking out for me then? No one. No one gave a damn. So if you could so much as mind your business I would appreciate it more than you know. Don't think about it. Don't talk about it. Nothing. Angry. Just get angry. You hate them all don't you? All of them. All men, all men are pigs. Inconsiderate, uncaring, cowardly, pigs who can't make a decisions without first consulting their cocks, right? Isn't that what we agreed on Zai...? Zai turned on her heel, leaving her boss standing there alone. What did he know? What did any of them know? Pressing the button for the elevator, the doors opened and she took it down to the first floor and took the side exit. Why do they always have to touch me... she grumbled under her breath as she cleaned the area of her coat Mason had touched. It was disgusting and they refused to realize something as simple as that. Something so simple as not to touch her. Azairah hadn't realized when she gotten that way, or rather accepted it as a part of her life but the more they did it the more she couldn't stand them. Zai tolerated women but men? Good God no. Hell, if she had a hand for every time some guy touched her, she'd be loaded. Everyone stared at her at work... whispered behind her back instead. She used to not care, but now... it was different, now it was like she could feel the hatred everyone felt for her. Not realizing how late it was, there was a bit of regret in her for not leaving sooner when it was still lighter out. And here she told herself she would have to make it home before it got dark out. Nothing past six would make her leave her house. Not taking her car was another big mistake, considering the time. The only thing she could do right at that moment was hurry, get home and pray no one harassed her, because it probably wouldn't have turned out good on their end anyway.