Love Drabble: B.BxRetail Guy

Alright, this evening was not what I
expected to be.

I had planned to sit and play Luigi's
Mansion, having the company of popcorn,
twizzlers and snickers which just
waited to be eaten. Irène would be
going out to some kind of party, so I
had the whole place for myself.

The girl had been living here for a
couple of months while I helped her out
finding some goons, but somehow she
ended staying for a while. She did go
to her 'boyfriend', Simon What-His-
Yuppy-Name a lot and disappeared off to
other circumstances, but she always
returned to sleep or eat or wanted to
play video games with me. In the
beginning of our aquaintence, she was
sassy, full of life and, yes, scary.
She threatened me about selling
information about her or anything like
that, and sometimes she did these
mocking flirtations. And as a man who
feels very.. inexperienced when it
comes to flirting and understanding
girls. Girls are a mysterious code I
simply can't figure out, and strangely
I have been married once.

But, yes. This evening was not supposed
to be anything of it. Before I turned
on the Game Cube, the door was thrown
open and Irène stood there, in her long
gown and without her jacket. I rose up,
looking at the clock on the wall, only
seeing it to be 30 minutes past 11 PM.
Something was definitely wrong. When
Irène is out, painting the city red or
whatnot, she would return the day
after. Usually I get worried when she
returns the day after and refuses to
tell me anything, but this was
definitely way too off. Especially
since her face was totally askew.

"Retail, Guy-ie!" She squealed, running
in without shutting the doors and let
her arms go seeking for me. "You are
having so many beautiful colors around
you tonight!" She smiled.

"Colors?" I asked curiously, cocking a
brow as I greeted her in my arms. She
laughed out loud in a very odd manner,
like she was a school girl in a porn
movie, trying to seduce her tea-. Wait,
I have been watching way too many
flicks, pull yourself together! Ahem,
she laughed in a very girly way, that's
right, girly way, and she was throwing
her head back and reaching her arms
around my neck like a noose. It felt
like a noose, since she almost choked
me.

"Yes, colors, my dearest!" Dearest?
What the Hell? I decided to gently cup
her head to make her head stay still,
quickly examining her face. I had a
certain fear of she had done something
I would never thought she would do.

"Are you alright, Irène?" I asked her
with the most neutral voice I had. I
could not show her that I was afraid.

She opened her eyes and looked straight
into my eyes. Her eyes were dilated.

"No! I am not! I saw monsters on my way
back home, so I am so thrilled to
finally see you! And in so many colors!
Hah! The whole store is actually quite
a wonderland!" She smiled in a cheeky
way, her bedroom eyes suddenly batting.

"Oh. I see." I felt hollow. She was on
something. What kind of drug, I don't
know, probably something that some
certain yuppie bastard could get their
hands on. But I had this policy that I
would never have anything to do with
drugs. I looked down, biting my lip to
figure out what to do. I did not know
how she would react. I could not throw
her out, I simply could not. She was in
a condition where she probably would
get in danger and I don't want to be a
part of that. But. I felt rotten
inside.

"Why aren't you looking at me? Am I not
pretty for you, Guy-ie?!" Her voice
turned dark and I immediately looked up
in her eyes, seeing her eyebrows turn
down angrily.

"Do you want me to look like one of
your Disney princesses before you
consider me pretty, is that it?! You
sick fuck!" The arms quickly snaked off
my neck and she pushed me from her. I
fell over the counter, landing on my
bum. My glasses fell off and I could
not find them before the sound of
crashing DVD discs echoed in the store.

"I am just an ugly doll, am I not?! You
are just holding me here, so you can
imagine about how we fuck! Isn't that
right?! All you care about is your
collection and not about my fucking
feelings?!" She shrieked.

I immediately rose up, seeing her
taking my DVDs and throwing them
around. "What in the Hell?!" I shouted
horrorfied.

She turned half around, still holding a
bunch of the rental DVDs, funny enough,
I saw "Trainspotting" and "Girl,
Interrupted" among, but she dropped
them immediately as she saw me, quickly
pacing towards me and her hands clawing
out after me. In defense, I grabbed her
arms, but as she had been in the army,
she was really strong, so I had
difficulties from getting scratches all
over my face.

"Isn't it true?! You are just using me,
just like everybody else! I am just
your fucking mascot so you can sell all
your porn crap, because you don't give
a fucking damn about me, enculé!" She
began shouting in French, and it
doesn't make it any better.

I tried rephrasing her name. I did my
best at sounding neutral, but then it
ended up in that I shouted right back
at her. Without cursewords, of course,
but I had to go through her psychosis
and tell her to calm down before she
split my store completely!

"Irène, goddammit, pull your act
together, woman! You are being
paranoid!"

My reasoning did not seem to work,
alas. She kept clawing at me, slapping
me and yanking my ponytail. "Stop
fucking lying, and stop being so
transparent, I can't hit you!"

"Hit me?! You get me every damn time
you try!" I got a punch for that.

"Stand still, so I can punish you!"

Then suddenly, like in Fallout, there
is a perk which is called 'nerd rage!',
I grabbed her arms and held them up
into the air. Maybe because the drugs
began having an influence on her body
so she might began calming a bit, but
she was being hysterical and tried her
best to fight out of my grip.

"What are you going to do now, huh?!
Going to rape me like the fucking rest!
I understand why your wife and children
left you! You are a fucking bastard who
don't give a shit about others, but
your collection! I bet you never even
loved your children."

That was the last drop. "Irène, stop
your bullshit or I will kick you out of
here as fast as I can!" I was angry,
and I felt I had to say it. But I did
not mean it. I regret what I said right
after, but it seemed to help. She
looked at me like a lost puppy, and
then she began crying. I don't
understand how guys like Tristan could
be like this without feeling like a
shithead.

"You haaaaaaate me!" She began wailing.
I sighed, then decided to let go of her
arms. She covered her face with her
hands and her shoulders raised as she
sobbed. I sighed, then sat on the
counter and clapped on a spot beside of
me. "Sit." I said calmly.

She decided to sit on my lap instead,
not that it mattered, her hands still
covering. Nervously I put a hand on her
shoulder. I did not say anything, I
just watched her crying. She never said
sorry, but just kept weeping for hours.
I did not look at the clock to check
for how many hours. I did not feel the
need to sleep. All I had in mind was to
make sure she was alright. I could not
let her go, having a slight fear of her
beginning to smash up the shop. But
also that she might hurt me or herself.
I seriously did not know what to say or
do. I really like her and I could not
bear the thought of throwing her out.
Even though she is a nutcase, there is
something about her that just seems so
bright. The smiling woman who knows
about japanese culture, who wants to
sing karaoke with me and even force
little Mikhail to join us. Heh, making
funny faces at some of the customers
and well, just being there so I have
someone to talk to. It is just like I
see this light in her. That I know that
she is able to be good to herself and
stop doing whatever she is doing with
Simon. It is not healthy. But I might
be able to help her? Maybe I could be
able to make her realize that she could
find someone new who was not a bad Joe.
Like her former boyfriend, Avery, who
seemed to take good care of her.

Suddenly, she stopped wailing, then
fell right into sleep. She rested her
head on my shoulder, her bangs touching
my cheek. Even though she looked like
shit with the running make up, it just
made me smile looking at her. She is a
gorgeous girl. She would be able to
pick up a great guy whenever she found
peace in herself. I could hear her
snore a little.

If only it were me she would fall in
love with.  

I kissed her forehead, then rested my
head on her head before I fell asleep.
And that's all I can remember of that
night. The next day I woke up where she
was gone. I felt a fear that she had
taken my words too seriously, but
luckily she returned and was scary self
again. We never mentioned that night to
each other. I don't think there is a
reason to and I did not feel the reason
to bring up a problem. I know that she
will change. Just with the right kind
of support, she will!