Taken With the Wind

John's grip suffocated my side
"She has a dent, it needs
to be popped back into place."
Chase nodds,
puts out his cigarette
With the soles of his converse
"You couldn't do that by yourself,
Johnny Boy?
Let me guess, you're the one
Who dented it."
Silence
Tension
Screaming in my ears.
"Just fix it."
John handed him money,
Chase counted it.
"Four hundred?
For a door ding?
Or is this..
bribing?"
A smirk was held
On Chase's lips
He eyed me again
Then took a step closer.
"It's alright, Johnny. I won't take your girl.
Not unless she gives me permission"
Whispering last words
Lingering on my ear lobes
I couldn't breathe.
John noticed.
"Get the fuck away from her."