Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman

I love my dumb chapter titles hah. Day b4 Valentines Day, just a chapter with Xtian and his friends making fun of him for all the marks on his face Krystal gave him. He has a little run in with you know who, well the 50 ft. version of her anyway.

Attack of the Fifty Foot Woman


��������Christian looked straight down at the dirty floor as he tossed his jacket behind the counter, and head towards the back to get started on his work, but nobody let him get too far.

��������"What the hell happened to your face?" Jeff burst out laughing, nudging Shane to from his bookkeeping to look.

��������Christian's eyes flickered up quickly, the brilliant blue standing out more than normal since they were surrounded by dark purple welts, and multiple red scratches across his cheekbones.

��������Surprise washed over Shane's face as he blinked to take in Christian's appearance, then his forehead creased in concern.
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��������"Who did this to you?" he asked over protectively.

��������"No one, alright?" Christian answered quickly.

��������"Whoever did this is going to pay, who did this to you kid?" Shane demanded.

��������Christian realized that Shane was serious, and wouldn't stop asking until he told him, so he took a deep breath, swallowed his pride, and finally mumbled, "Krystal."

��������"Who?" Jeff exclaimed.

��������"Krystal? The girl that made all that commotion here. The one who's number you snagged?" Shane asked in disbelief.

��������"She did that to you? I can't believe you got your a*s kicked by a girl!" Jeff erupted back into laughter.

��������Shane couldn't help but chuckle, then sighed in relief that he didn't have to go hurt someone.

��������"So that's where you've been. I was wondering why my couch has been empty. Are you sure you are safe living there?" Shane looked at Jeff, then they both started cracking up.

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��������"Yeah, yeah hilarious. You done laughing yet or what?" Christian muttered.

��������"You really must have pissed her off. What did you do exactly?" Shane asked curious.

��������"I was looking at another chick."

��������"That will do it I guess. I knew she was crazy the second she walked in," Shane nodded.

��������"She was f*****g hot, one of the hottest girls I've ever seen in my life," Jeff stated.

��������"Psycho is what she was," Shane argued.

��������"What girl could you have possibly been looking at that was hotter than her?" Jeff wanted to know.

��������"It was just a girl on TV, from this show called "Hot Girls-"

��������"Hot Girls That Can Cook?" Jeff interrupted. "That new show? Okay I don't blame you there. Those girls are fine as hell! Especially that one girl, I forget her name," Jeff's trailed off as he tried to think.

��������"Which girl?" Christian growled ready to rip Jeff's head off if he mentioned a certain someone.

��������"Yeah right, as if I pay attention to their names. I don't know she was pretty tall with long bleach blonde hair. They were all hot."

��������The description didn't sound like Hallie who was only 5'4, and had shoulder length golden brown hair. Coincidentally, couldn't remember what anyone else on the show looked like besides her. Either way, his own co-worker was still checking out his woman. His ex-woman. Whatever, he didn't like the idea of anyone looking at her except himself. Hmm imagine how David must have felt? He couldn't believe David was actually allowing her out of his sight let alone on a sexy TV show after cheating on him so many times.

Christian groaned as he felt a welt on his forehead beginning to sting when his overgrown hair brushed over it.

"Are you going to be ok to work?" Shane frowned.

"I have to be, I've gotten so many calls for graphics. You name it they want it. Motorcycles, cars, even surfboards. I didn't even know you could surf in New York! But I have to get it done, I'll be alright," Christian assured.

"I think they can wait a couple days don't you?"

"Well. considering that one guy promised he would find where I live and kill me if I screwed up his Harley, no, I don't think these are the kind of people that are exactly patient."

"They just care that it's done right. If takes a couple of days longer it's no big deal. I'll take care of it Christian, you need to take the day off. Look at yourself, you are bad for business," Shane joked.

"Yeah, and plus it's the day before Valentines Day. Don't you want to get Krystal something special?" Jeff grinned.

"Get her some anger management classes, she could be the poster child for it," Shane shook his head still appalled by Christian's injuries.

"S**t, I completely forgot it's Valentines Day tomorrow."

"Yeah you better get her something nice or she's going to kick your a*s," Jeff warned obviously still amused.

Ignoring Jeff, Christian told Shane to call him if he needed him to come back, then head out of the shop. He decided to leave his motorcycle parked in the back and walk home in the misty February drizzle, to cool off his throbbing wounds.

��������He walked just outside Central Park, but never went directly in. He was at the opposite end from where he found Hallie getting mugged that night, but he didn't exactly have the desire to go back to that spot and reminisce. Still he couldn't help but think about her. Not as a television star, but as the scared, frazzled, and beautiful girl she had been that night, the beautiful girl she had been everyday without fail. Krystal just wasn't like that, not without her pile of make up she applied every five seconds.

Christian knew that David and Hallie were probably on their way to some posh resort to spend Valentines Day together. He wondered what Valentines Day with her would be like if she was living with him again in Old Folsom. He was aware of what a far fetched reverie this was, but while he walked on he allowed himself to imagine it anyway.

She would definitely be wearing some frilly pink dress in the spirit of Valentines Day, standing on top of a chair stringing red cut out paper hearts across the ceiling. The place would be decorated with elaborate candles that she snuck in while he was asleep. He would tell her that it was way too over the top and cheesy, but he would secretly enjoy it. She would make them a Valentines Day dessert that tasted like all of the things she couldn't express in words about him, just like all of her other foods seemed to taste. Being with her, he would forget where was. Whether it was a tiny flat, a pile of stones in the woods, a broken home that held an unpredictable monster, no matter where he was, or what day it was, Valentines Day, the anniversary of his parents death, if she was there, he was okay, he was whole, and not broken like when she wasn't around, and he had to face everything by himself.

What could he possibly get someone like that for Valentines Day? What in the world was there to purchase that said thank you for being there when no one else was? Besides things he couldn't afford, Christian couldn't really think of much. With the exception of decorating their castle in Christmas lights, he really wasn't that much of a romantic, at least not when it came to buying things. He just knew how to take care of her, what would make her happy, and maybe that wasn't much of a gift, but he knew he was good at it.

Shaking his head at his idiotic sentiments, he continued past Central Park and head towards the direction of Krystal's place. He was pretty sure she didn't deserve a present after mangling up his face, but picking something up was probably the best idea if he was going to get any on Valentines Day. He couldn't believe how fast his mind had gone from love to sex when he thought of Krystal, and smiled at the triumph.

��������Screw Hallie being the best thing that ever happened to him, Krystal was way better, and despite her wild violent streak she rode a motorcycle, had an almost a guy-like attitude, and was ridiculously good in bed. Any girl that could make him forget about Hallie Harris was perfect. Deciding he wouldn't allow himself to think anymore stupid unrealistic thoughts of Hallie, he smiled to himself knowing that maybe he could finally forget her.

Stopping dead in his tracks, but not soon enough to practically trip over his own feet and have to grab onto the side of a building for support, he blinked in disbelief at what he saw. He had to look away from the sight as if he were staring directly at the bright sun.

There she was, on an enormous "Hot Girls That Can Cook" billboard that pretty much forced him to see her. She stood in a row with the other girls holding up a silver platter in a provocative pose, dressed in her all black outfit. Her face was painted with a look of seduction with her lips puckered into a pink glossy kiss, done up in that heavy dark eye shadow they all seemed to wear. When he dared himself to look up again, he saw the unfamiliar expression disappear, and form into her little girl smile, with all the make up removed, and just her, just Hallie. He blinked and she was back to being a "Hot Girl."

"Are you alright?" An old lady walking her dog asked. With his hand clutched in his hair, staring up wild eyed at the billboard, he must have looked completely not alright. Unable to reply, Christian sharply turned around, and tried to catch his breath as he attempted to walk away. He took one last look behind him, knowing damn well it wouldn't be the last time he saw a huge advertisement of her. His pace soon quickened into a run, away from her, but he knew she would still be there to screw with his head.

��������He ended things with her for a reason, it was the right thing to do then, it still was now. "Look at yourself down here on the ground while she's up there. That's how it's always been, you'll never be on the same level as her," he screamed in his head as he ran down the street. He had no idea where he was going, he just wanted to be far away from the stupid billboard. Out of breath he stopped at the first flower stand he saw, decorated with stupid Valentines Balloons, and cards for the holiday.

"A dozen roses please," Christian ordered.

"Seventy bucks," the clerk told him.

"Seventy bucks? Are you f*****g serious?"

"Sir, there is no need to use those words with me I-,"

"Alright, alright here," Christian said tossing some bills over. He couldn't believe the inflation on flowers during Valentines Day. Obviously he was in the wrong business.

He snatched the bouquet up, walked up the stairs to Krystal's complex, and let himself in with the key she had given him. He set the flowers on the kitchen table, and was surprised to see that no one was home, which was strange since it was still early morning and Krystal would have been long off of work by now. Just as he was wondering where she could possibly be, keys rattled from the other side, and the door swung open with Krystal holding a big bag of groceries.

With her free hand Krystal lowered her sunglasses to glare suspiciously at Christian. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"They told me to take the day off after they saw my face."

Krystal laughed proudly at herself and set the groceries on the kitchen counter.

"What the hell are those?" she sneered at the bouquet of roses.

"What the f**k do they look like? It's Valentines Day tomorrow."

"Ew, I hate roses! They are so clich�. I hope you don't think that I got you anything."

"A girl who hates roses. Are you sure you're a girl?"

"What does it look like?" Krystal asked flipping up her tank top to flash him.

" Fine you are a girl, a very f*****g weird girl."

"Hope you didn't spend too much on them," she said as she put the food away.

"Nope, I stole them," Christian lied, throwing them under the sink into the trash.

"Just because it's your day off doesn't mean you are going to get any. I'm going to sleep, its been a long night," Krystal yawned.

"Hell no your not," Christian said blocking her path and shutting the door to the bedroom.

Krystal rolled her eyes and tapped her heel impatiently on the floor for him to move. When she saw that he had no intention on letting her pass, she gave in.

"Fine," she rolled her eyes. "Take off your pants then."

After they were done with their romantic love making session, which consisted of Krystal sending text messages on her cell phone during most of it, she flopped onto the bed fast asleep, leaving Christian to be alone with his thoughts again.

Still standing in the kitchen with his pants down, he pulled them up, and found the remote for Krystal's mini TV.

��������He couldn't believe he'd spent so much on roses, the first time he ever bought flowers for a girl in his life, and Krystal couldn't have cared less. Valentines Day, love, it was all bullshit. The perfect relationship wasn't about being so out of control and in love with someone that you couldn't breathe every time you looked at them, even if they were wearing heavy dark eye make up, or on the opposite end of the country. No, the perfect relationship was sleeping in the next room, with no feelings attached, and therefore no let downs.


Just as he was about to click the power button on the remote, he decided against it, and instead went in the bedroom where Krystal was sleeping. He sat on top of the covers with his eyes closed, where it was impossible to see anything. No billboards, no TV screens of her, no one ranting about how hot his ex-childhood sweetheart was, just the darkness of the room, and the heaviness of pending sleep blocking out any images of her trying to creep their way into his mind. It was nice to be able to breathe again, at least until the next time he saw her.


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Reviews

[Mysteral - Night Prowle..]

A little humour in the chapter. I like it. Few words that need editing in the first two paragraphs, but they should be easy to spot. (I wish we still had the ability to add notes to the writing.) Well written.

[ape domenigoni]

I love it as always, can't believe I couldn't get to it before now. I still can't wait to see what happens!!

[ShadowWolf]

Interesting! Christian is hooked and no matter what he does the memories of Hallie will intrude.

[Loribeth215]

Hi Evil,

Another great chapter. I don't care what he says, Christian has got it bad. Good job!!!! :)

[thecoolone52]

uh oh is the krystal chick gona beat up halie??? Im predicting it it could probably go down..... anyway nice chapter

[Lia]

Really fantastic book so far! The characters are very well explained and you make the reader feel as though they've known them for years. I'm looking forward to the rest of the book! Please keep me updated!!!