fiesty

[Arabella Porter]

   “Ara,” I snapped my head around from my desk to see Dominique panting in the doorway. “where is my gun?” she asked in her thick french accent.

         “how the fuck am I to know?” I replied, turning back to my writing. Dominique rushed to my desk and started opening drawers frantically.

            “Your fucking koala takes everything and he’s the only crewmember who would even think about stealing her.”  I stood up.

            “Hey,” I said, “arretez, maitenant. Je n’ai pas ton,” she pushed me away from my desk. That’s it. I shoved her into the wall.”Pute!” I yelled as she roared and came at me.  I felt my back hit the ground hard and Dominique’s knuckles slam into my cheek. I couldn’t see but I could grab and when I got a hold of her short brown hair, I yanked as hard as possible before I felt my own scalp stinging. “Trying to pull it out of my head?” I yelled. As I forced her to be on bottom, my hair fell out of its messy bun. I punched Dominique hard in the cheek. “Why do you need your gun so fucking bad?”

     “I have a huge yellow scorpion in my room, tu pute!” My head rushed as my back was against the floor again. Dominique had me straddled.

“Take her top off, mate.” I heard one of the men say from the doorway, followed by snickers. I glared up.

“That time of the month or are you just in a shite mood?” I asked glaring. Then, the barrel of Dominique’s gun glared back. We both stared at each other for a long time before Dominique rolled off me and lay down next to me on the floor of my cabin. “stupide,” I scoffed.

“tais-toi” she replied. “I have to kill that fucking scorpion.”