Journy of Life

Privyet everybody. Who's up for the next chapter? *#WARNING: STONG LANGUAGE IN THIS CHAPTER#*

I had pulled into the shopping center's parking lot, pulling up into a space that was not too far from the sewing place. Shutting off the engine and pulling the keys, I opened the door and climbed out. The sun was starting to get hidden behind the clouds, which were turning grey-er by the minute. The scent of electricity and rain-on-concrete/cement was a big distinguisher that told me 'rains on the way' and looking to my right I saw a wall of blue mist. If I had to say anything, I'd say that the ETA on the rain was eight or nine minutes out. Tuning back to the doors of the fabric store, I was met with the concerned face of rarity. "What?" I asked. The look on her face had me worried. "Is something the matter darling?" she asked, her left eyebrow rising slightly. I kept my stone face on as I said, "rain is on the way. And Floof one and Floof two isn't going to like it much." I said "who are these 'Floof' ones and two's?" she asked as we both walked in.

The store was a neutral green with white tile floors. The rack and racks of things either discounted or not, were displayed with so much enthusiasm. I was about to walk right out and maybe smoke a few packs just to try and remove the image of women in their 50's on up haggling over prices and other women as well as some men in their buying things. I didn't like the idea of leaving the four ponies-turned-humans to wander around a store without the one with the money and wallet. Turning my head back to rarity, I answered her question. "Floof one and two are my grandfather's pet foxes. They are domesticated foxes who love the winters and the summers in their luxuriously large kennel I keep in the backyard." they were opposite genders and were supposed to mate and have kids, yet they hadn't done so since my grandfather passed. Rarity's head bobbed up and down, letting me know she had heard me. But within several seconds, I had fluttershy tailing me, asking me question after question about my grandfather's foxes.

([{Time jump: thirty minutes, eighteen seconds and four hundred thousand brain cells dead later}])

We were getting ready to go to check out when we heard some people have a rather . . . colorful conversation. I looked over the rack of handbags that rarity was going through with the eye of a determined woman. I then immediately retracted my head from above the rack of bags. The ones having such a discussion was the third cashier, a young petite woman with amazing locks of brown hair. If I remember her, she's Sadie Hitchens from Mrs. Zane's science class back in high school. She and I never spoke, but we were paired as lab partners sometimes. And the brute who was having the conversation with her was either her boyfriend or a really angry customer. But just from the look of his cloths and the sound of his personality, I'd put my money on boyfriend. He had on a maroon wife-beater and was a tanned white, with massive amounts of sweat and a scruffy beard and black crew cut.

We were hoping that we didn't have to go through the isle that she worked, yet all the other registers were booked. So all five of us, arms laden with supplies, walked up the cash register without a single word. Both seemed to pay us no mind. But seemed to glance at us with mixed looks. The cashier, Sadie, began to ring up the items we had. In total we had two sewing machines eight pounds of assorted fabrics and a lot of threads. After she had them all rung up, she looked to us and said, "Your total is 2,308.95 dollars, will you be paying cash or credit?" as soon as she looked away and ignored her 'boyfriend' he got extremely agitated. And I think I knew why. I saw a little red dot on his right arm. There were several more dots, yet they had a faded look to them. Instantly I knew he was a druggie. And he might have been on them right at that moment.

"HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING YOU DUMB C**T!? I CAN HAVE YOU GONE BY 3:00 TONIGHT!" he yelled, getting in her face. Rarity was about to step in, but I held her back and gave a slight shake of my head, before saying "credit." as I handed her my credit card. As soon as she took it, he back handed her. I immediately moved forward and placed a hand on him. His wild and deranged eyes moved to look and yell at me, only to be met with the blue ring on my finger. He had been thrown about two or three feet from my punch. The pain that resided in my fist was skyrocketing. Either he had metal in his skull, or he was just too thick for his own good. He slid an added four feet on the tiled floor, before getting up and wiping his face free from the pain. The next thing he saw was a swift upper cut that squared in on his jaw. I could feel something in my finger shift around. And boy was it painful. He was getting up, shouting obscenities at me like 'you dumb motherfucker, do you realize who I am?!' and the usual 'Im gonna kill you for that'. His last gaze at me was one of anger and spite. He was livid with anger. And it showed.

With one last slam, I smashed my fist into the top of his skull, knocking his face to the floor. I was not angry with him for being an addict, but for hitting a girl. a sweet one at that. Sadie had that one country girl accent that most people enjoy. And she had never done anything wrong to anyone. So she didn't deserve to be hit around like a ragdoll. After I walked away from him, I helped Sadie up to her feet. "You ok?" I asked, before an uproar of applause hit my ears. I looked over to see the group of people in the other checkout lanes and isles were clapping and hooting in my success of taking down a bully, of sorts. After picking up my card and thanking me, as well as ringing it all up, she thanked me once again.

We were all in silence on the ride home. Most of it was spent in pure, unadulterated silence. Nothing was said, or done. We just sat there. As I pulled up the driveway and parked pearl next to my back door. I helped unload everything into one of the spare rooms that rarity had claimed hers. After that I went down to the kitchen, passing dash who was playing a game of TF2 on my Xbox 360. After grabbing a bottle of soda and heading up to my room, I fell to my bed, ready to nap a few hours away in blissful silence.

Until the voice of twilight came through the door.

May vodka bless me for what im about to experience. *sigh*

Hey again comrades. Bb4h here, bringing to you a 'filler' chapter. It's just a chapter that's meant to fill in some time until I make a new chapter that's longer and better than this. Also, I wish to formally apologize to those who are offended by the language used in this chapter. I never wanted to hurt anyone and it's just there for the stereotypical drug addict. now. I shall see you all later.

Do 'svidania, Stay Healthy – Bb4h