The man who changed everything: Part Two

I quickly stumbled awake, hearing the key inserted and the unmistakable click that always comes after. She's back, I still have my head and my composure. I can still fix this, it's not too late.

The door opened swiftly the air blew past me and the harsh yellow light blinded me immediately. The light around her body gave her an almost angelic aura, complemented by her beauty.

This image was immediately tarnished by a man, a stranger walking in with her. He was tall and his complexion was surprisingly pale, almost as white as the concrete outside.

What was really unbelievable about him was his overwhelming height, easily two heads taller than both me and her. He was wearing baggy clothes, so I couldn't really tell his build, but just from the way he stood, I could tell he looked down on me.

I immediately looked down and saw his uncovered feet, both feet were as full of toes as the day he was born actually he had one more.

Eleven toes, that Bitch! Trying to guilt me into thinking I was the problem when the real reason is staring at me from right below.

"What are you still doing here? I told you to get out hours ago!" She screamed obviously overwhelmed.

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She probably expected to bring him home immediately after kicking me out.

Despite that she looked at him with an almost scared expression, obviously, she was trying to spin this around and manipulate him into "protecting her".

"I knew you looked down on me for only having two toes!" I shouted with all my unspent rage and vitriol coming out at once.

I don't care anymore, my life is already over. I'll kill you both!

"I'll say it again we are through! He is more of a man than you'll ever be!" She spat out, her face now more red than white.

The man looked visibly surprised at this, but quickly smirked and tried to hold back a chuckle.

"You just see men for their toes, that's all you are!" I screamed, tears filled my vision until all I could see was the distorted forms of them. In this state they loomed over me like monsters and then the man actually started to laugh.

"If that's what you think then, sure! Look at him he has eleven toes, he can support me while I am constantly supporting you for what?"

.........

Just then I looked up at the man and saw he had muscles bulging out of the arm of his baggy shirt, you could see his abs poking through.

He took a step towards me and picked me up with one hand as if I was just a child. His arm clamped down on my chest restricting my breath I struggled to maintain my consciousnesses as he carried me towards the front door.

He then sets me down on the porch as I struggle to breathe, the pain was enough to make my vision dim as I felt my heart rate accelerate at an alarming rate. I looked up at his body and then down at the toes of one of his feet.

Where was his other foot?

A kick strong enough to send me flying into the street came out of nowhere, and the back of my head harshly hit the pavement with a thud. I felt my entire being shake from the impact, only then did the pain start to trickle in.

Why?

Tears again began to well up in my eyes as I slowly sit up, without warning my own backpack hit me again in the head knocking me down once again onto the pavement.