The Junkyard Boys (2 page)

“About time your lazy tail got out of bed. You know you can’t be late for work. Next time, go to bed earlier instead of staying up all night, watching television.”

I gave her a quick look as if to say ‘Are you kidding me?’ Out of all my sisters, I was the only one with a job and granted, I’d only been there a month, but I’d never once been late. I took my time, slowly grabbing a mug out of the cabinet so that I could have my morning coffee, when I noticed my sister Shelly staring at me with a smirk on her face like the cat that got the cream. I rolled my eyes and continued to dress my morning coffee with sugar and milk when she finally opened her mouth.

“I have a date tonight with Jason, so I will more than likely be out late. He’s taking me to that new restaurant on Wilson that just opened. I hear it’s really nice. Where are you going tonight, Ashley? Is Tony taking you with him to his concert tonight?”

This little game my sisters insisted on playing every weekend was so old and tired it was like watching two senior citizens trying to cross the street. Eventually, they made it, but damn, was it boring, at least to me. They went through this little exercise in order to make me feel bad. It’d been so long since I’d had a date or gone out with friends, my party dresses had mold on them. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to go out and meet a nice man; it was just that I was sick of all the game-playing and bullshit when the end game was to sleep with me. I think I would have more respect for men if they just came out and said, ‘Hey, let’s fuck.’ I was pulled from my little pity party when I heard my mom asking me a question.

“I take it you’ll be home after work tonight?”

“Of course, what else would I be doing?”

“Don’t be a smartass. Finish your coffee so you won’t be late”

I gave my sisters a quick glance just in time see them snickering, and just like that I was pissed the fuck off. Grabbing my purse from the table, I made my way to the door to start my walk to work, saying a quick ‘Goodbye’ to Denny, who was still too wrapped up in the morning paper to notice.

I enjoyed my time walking to work all by myself. It was only a few blocks, but it gave me time to think and evaluate my life as it stood now. Working at Fosters’ Chocolates and Confections had its advantages, such as a small staff of just me and Mr. and Mrs. Foster. They had been in the chocolate-making business for decades, and since they were getting older decided to take on some help. They still made all of the chocolates and pastries, but I usually got to help out with the prep work and ran the cash register. It was quiet most days and I didn’t have to worry about co-workers and office gossip that usually went along with working in corporate America. It didn’t really matter, because soon I would have enough money saved up for my car and would be able to go anywhere I wanted without having to ask my parents for anything.

I turned the corner and saw Fosters’. It was nestled in between a laundromat and a tattoo parlor in a small industrial section of this part of town. The area wasn’t very populated and those three businesses took up the entire side of the road. Occasionally, the crowd from the tattoo parlor could look a bit rough around the edges, but they were hardly the type to eat chocolate, so they normally just stayed on their side of the complex. I made my way along the sidewalk when all of a sudden I felt a little tickle on my arm. I reached down to see what it was and holy shit! It was a fucking spider.
Oh god!
I panicked. My breathing came hard and all my blood rushed to my brain to the point where I felt like I might faint. What the fuck should I do?
Oh god, help me!
was all I could think, along with the fear I might shit myself. I took off running, just in time to see someone getting out of a truck in front of the laundromat. I knew without a doubt that I had to make it there in the next few seconds or someone was going to have to call 911.

I took off running like Usain Bolt, the fastest sprinter in the world, just in time to see my savior round the back of his truck, and I attacked. I jumped on his back, taking him by complete surprise and knocking some of the air out of him. But at this point I didn’t give a shit. I needed him like I needed my next breath.

“Please, get it off me, please. I’m begging you. Help me, please. Get it off me.”

“What the fuck? Get the fuck off my back! Are you crazy?”

My savior flipped me over his shoulder, using a move I could only describe as something out of WWE, and I braced myself for the impact of hitting the ground. With my eyes closed, I noticed that it never came, and I was so shaken up and surprised I could only whisper, “Please, there is a spider on my arm. Get it off before it kills me.”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I was finding it difficult to breathe. I squeezed the stranger’s shoulders so tight I knew it was going to leave a bruise. Between crying and squeezing, I saw my life flash before my eyes and hated the vision before me. I was going to die right here on the sidewalk, and no one would miss me. What had I accomplished in my life so far? Who had ever told me they loved me? What risks had I taken so far? With each question that flashed in my mind, I cried harder and harder until I heard his voice along with the feel of a shake to my arms.

“Calm down. He’s dead. I killed the fucker.”

I didn’t believe him. How could I? I continued to shake my head with my eyes closed, willing my death to be quick at his hands—or should I say eight hands of this murdering beast.

“I said, calm down. He’s dead, I swear. Now relax, take a breath, and open your eyes. I promise nothing is going to hurt you now. It’s gone. Open your eyes so you can see for yourself.”

The stranger was holding my arms tightly, but I could feel his thumbs moving in circles on my flesh. His warm touch along with his encouraging words were enough to stifle the panic I was feeling for me to take several deep breaths through my nose and letting it out through my mouth. After a few moments, I was able to calm myself enough to stop crying hysterically and take a few more shuddering breaths. I slowly opened my eyes to see the stranger staring back at me with concern in his eyes.

“Are you ok now? You scared the shit outta me. I could have really hurt you if I hadn’t realized you were a girl.”

I’m dead. I must be. There is no other explanation for the vision I saw before me. The mutant spider took a chunk out of my arm and I was dead on the sidewalk. Angels had come to take me away to heaven. I wished I could have said good-bye to Denny and my mom, maybe even my sisters, before I died, but it was too late to worry about that now. I hoped they buried me in my favorite dress with the pink flowers and curl my hair so it hung nicely with the neckline. Maybe I could appear to one of them as a ghost and tell them my final wishes before they put me in the ground.

“Hey, girl, did you hear what I said?”

“Am I dead?”

Range

It took me less than ten minutes to pull up outside my pride and joy, ready to step inside and smell all of the fresh linens and soaps. Once a month, I came down to collect the money from the change dispensers and restock the washing soap in the machines I made available to the patrons. This was the only time I allowed myself to enter this place, and most people were not aware I was the actual owner.

I bought this place a little over a year ago when the city decided to build this small industrial park area. To say I caught shit from my friends and Buck for buying this place would be an understatement. This only added to their idea I was a serious primping bitch. Buck was the only one who could truly understand my need to have a place like this, even though he initially scoffed at the idea as well.

“What the fuck you need a laundromat for? We got a washer and dryer right here.”

“I know that, Buck. It’s not for washing my clothes. It’s so that, no matter what, I will never be that dirty kid with lice again. It’s just something I feel strongly about. I can’t really explain it, so just accept it.”

Buck just threw up his hands and walked off, mumbling, “Damn dumb ass kid and his stupid ass ideas.” I still remembered the day Buck and I became friends so clearly. He had to shave off all of my hair, because I had such a bad case of lice, mites, and everything else a person could have, just so he could cure it. This was the main reason I refused to cut my fucking hair any shorter than shoulder-length. It was the worst experience of my life as a child by far.

I pulled up outside my building and jumped out the cab of my truck, getting ready to grab the boxes of soap out the back, when all of a sudden
Oomph!
Something—or better yet someone—was on my fucking back, holding on tight as hell with their legs wrapped around my waist.

“What the fuck? Are you crazy? Get the fuck off my back!”

Whoever it was didn’t weigh very much, but I wasn’t going to take any chances. Buck always taught me to strike first and fast, and ask questions later. This crazy motherfucker was about to go down, consequences be damned. I flicked my shoulder and grabbed the nearest arm I could see, bending at the waist, and twisted. As I spun around to drop this fucker, a curtain of long, blondish hair smacked me in the face, which wasn’t as surprising as the fact that it smelled like Tootsie Rolls. It was then that I realized it was a girl, a girl whom I was about to seriously damage on the hard concrete below us.

Just before she hit the ground, I reached around with my other arm and grabbed her around the waist to hold her upright and steady. She was crying and whimpering something I couldn’t understand.

“Please, there is a spider on my arm. Get it off before it kills me.”

She had her eyes closed and was hysterical. I’d never seen such emotion in my life over an insect. If I hadn’t known this was so serious, I probably would have laughed at this bullshit, but there was something in her demeanor that told me this was hardly a laughing matter. I looked down and sure enough, there was a spider on her arm about the size of a dime, just hanging out there like he owned the spot. I reached down, grabbed his ass, and threw him over my shoulder onto the street behind us. I looked down at the girl again and saw she still had her eyes closed and was shaking like a leaf, not noticing the spider was gone.

“Calm down. He’s dead. I killed the fucker.”

She finally decided to open her eyes, staring at me blankly, and holy shit! I almost dropped her. She had the strangest, most beautiful eyes I had ever seen in my life. Since she wasn’t really saying anything, I decided to take the time to give her a full once-over and damn, was she beautiful. Clear skin, pouty lips just made for kissing, and a set of tits that screamed ‘Suck me.’ Her beauty mesmerized me. Realizing I was still holding her by the waist, I replied to her blank stare.

“Are you ok now? You scared the shit outta me. I could have really hurt you if I hadn’t realized you were a girl.”

She didn’t say anything in return. Maybe she was hearing impaired or something, but she just stared at me like she was seeing a ghost.

“Hey, girl, did you hear what I said?”

She finally looked as though she was coming back down to reality when she said the strangest thing in the world.

“Am I dead?”

What the fuck? This girl was bat-shit crazy and from the looks of things, she thought I was hitching a ride on her crazy train. I slowly lifted her up to a standing position, holding her at arm’s length to make sure she was steady on her feet. She was looking around like she was seeing the world for the first time in her life, still not truly facing reality.

“Hey…you’re not dead. Why would you think that? I killed the spider, so you don’t have to worry about him. Everything is fine now. Are you sure you’re ok?”

With a quick shake of her head like she was clearing her thoughts, she said, “Yes, I’m sorry. I feel so silly to have caused so much trouble. I was on my way to work and looked down to see that gigantic monster on my arm and just freaked out.”

Gigantic monster? Hardly more like a slight inconvenience in my book, but she was so damn cute trying to explain herself, I couldn’t help but smile. She was standing in front of me with a slight blush to her cheeks, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, and now I could see just how small she really was. I was towering over this girl like a giant, but it was hard to tell exactly how old she was. I couldn’t tell where exactly she said she was going, since there were only three businesses in this area, mine included. She didn’t look like the type to work at a tattoo parlor, so I was guessing the candy shop. I stuck out my hand, deciding introductions were in order.

“I guess I should introduce myself since I just gave you a piggy back ride. I’m Range, and you are?”

Now her face was a full-blown red, not the slight pink it was a few moments ago. She looked down at her shoes and barely whispered her answer.

“I’m Clover. Clover Benjamin. Nice to meet you, Range. Thanks for saving my life.”

Holy shit, the way my name slid off her tongue, I thought my dick was going to explode. She had a raspy but feminine voice that probably would work out well if she wanted to be a phone sex operator. I didn’t want her to leave here embarrassed. I mean, if you’re afraid of spiders, then you’re afraid. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, I hated the fuckers, too, and we got a lot of them at the junkyard, considering most of the cars we got were trashed before they even got towed to us, so I could understand her fear.

“So you work at Fosters’ candy shop? I know the Fosters. They were real nice people.”

“Oh, yes. How did you know?”

I had the urge to smirk as I answered her question.

“I didn’t take you for a tattoo girl, so it was my best guess. Let me walk you over so you won’t be late or in case I need to explain to Mr. Foster what happened.”

“Thank you, Range, I really appreciate that.”

Considering we were only about twenty feet from the front of the candy shop, it was unnecessary to walk her, but for some reason, I didn’t want my time with Clover to end. She was beautiful in an exotic sort of way. Different from the other women I had known in my life—and believe me, there were plenty. They all wanted one thing: a taste of the bad boy; a walk on the wild side. And I was more than happy to oblige. Women wanted my cock from the time I turned fifteen, and they had no problem asking for it. I was no longer the dirty kid with too small clothes and a bad case of lice. Buck saw to that. My time spent in the junkyard had honed my body into a well-oiled machine and the girls took notice. I never forgot the reaction I received from them when I first started middle school, turning up their pretty little noses and refusing to sit next to me. I never forgot how it made me feel, and I was determined to make them feel just as bad as I had one day. Yeah, I fucked them all, each one who wanted it, but it was on my terms. I humiliated them in the worst ways I could think of. I would make them get on their knees and turn the other way, only fucking them from behind. I would wait until I was just about to come, then pull off the condom and jizz all over their backs and in their hair, smearing it around and making sure it stuck to their clothes, then make them walk home that way. Yeah, I got my revenge, and I’d never felt so good.