“I just saw you sitting here all alone, and I realized that I recognized you. Elliot showed me your picture on his first day here.” He leans in a little closer. “Said you were his new toy.”
He says that last word like it’s dirty, but I fucking loved toys growing up. I have no problem being labeled one. What I do take issue with is this dickhead talking shit about Elliot.
My Elliot.
Mine.
Even though he snuck away early this morning. Can’t quite let go of the fact that he did that. He hasn’t responded to my texts either. Seems like he’s avoiding me, and I don’t really want to think too hard about why.
“What’s your point, asshole?”
Andrew clears his throat, obviously thrown that I’m not taking the bait. I’ll take nothing from this dude.
“My point is that a man like you…doesn’t it bother you?”
I set my beer down hard and turn to fully face him, and I really take him in. That perfectly combed hair, those bright eyes, that nice aristocratic nose. I could break all that, just smoosh it right to pieces, and make him a lot less pretty.
“Does what bother me?”
“That he’s….” he gestures toward his crotch, but I refuse to look. I just stare at him blankly.
“Go on,” I say, subtly setting the trap. I’m going to snap this fucker’s head off. Just watch as he bleeds out.
“He’s trans.”
“Is that so?” I drawl.
“You didn’t…oh fuck, you didn’t know?” he says, then leans back and laughs a little. “I can’t believe him. I didn’t think he’d sink that low.”
I run a hand across my jaw and eye him. “Of course I fucking knew. But that’s none of your business. What’s my business is that you’re talking shit aboutmyElliot?”
His laugh dies in his throat, and he shakes his head, realizing I’m not playin’.
“No, of course not. I just didn’t expect someone as attractive as you to be with someone like him. What do you even see in him? Or maybe it’s because he still has a….” He gestures to his crotch again, and I sigh.
Alright. I was nice. Too nice. I let this go on for much too long.
I jerk my head forward and smash my forehead right into that fucker’s nose.
Andrew flops back with a squeal, blood gushing from his nostrils as he grasps it. A few people turn to stare, but I don’t give a fuck. Stare all you want.
Yeah, fuckers. Take a nice,longlook. This little piggy is gonna bleed all the way home.
I reach out and grab onto Andrew’s hair and tighten my fingers in the strands. His eyes widen when I get right in his face and meet his wary gaze.
“You keep talkin’ shit, and we’re going to have a problem.” Andrew swallows and nods, and I lean a little closer. “And, Andrew, you don’t want a problem with me. Trust.”
He swallows roughly, and I let him go, only to glance to my right and see Elliot standing at the entrance, his face paling as he watches.
Good. Let him see what I’ll do for him. I won’t let anyone talk shit about him.
Even if he did sneak away like an asshole this morning.
I grab onto my beer, finish it in two swallows and then walk toward him.
Elliot’s gaping mouth snaps shut as I stop in front of him, and I can’t help but reach out and gently touch the side of his face.
“Hey, Doc.”