The Pink Haired Woman

by Seran

The bully

John was just about ready to make his purchases, having forgotten about his cares with a new button down shirt and work shirts. Unfortunately that bliss disappeared as he remembered why he was here in here first place. ‘Fluttershy,’ he quickly remembered.

Heading to the lingerie, he wondered what could come of this situation. He couldn’t keep her in his house forever. People would think badly of him, especially with her pink hair. He remembered how angry she got if he ate meat. He hoped he can eat some meat soon, fearing he would go into a protein deficiency state. ‘This is some deep shit I got myself into,’ he thought to himself.

As soon as he lifted his head, he found them. The pink hair was as obvious as a cold sore.

Martha walked over with the basket in hand. John, remembering every other instance they meet, braced himself for a remark about his sexuality or perversions.

“Here are her undergarments. I’ll ring you up.”

‘What, no comebacks? No claims about my personality?’ John didn’t say this aloud. He was mostly relieved that she had a calm conversation after five months.

At the register, the clothes were being brought through the scanner, and the damage was showing. $28.95, $40.52, $57.42, the number just went higher and higher. John expected something like this, but the after seeing the pile, he only hoped Fluttershy wasn’t going to bleed him dry.

As Martha rang up the clothing she continued to gaze over at the pink haired woman. Coming to a sudden pause, she expressed a concern. “Hey, Mary.”

Fluttershy didn’t respond immediately so John poked her in the arm to get her attention. Confused, she turned to Martha.

“Since you just moved in, you probably don’t have many friends.” Martha continued scanning the clothing. “How’s about we hang out some more sometime? You know, I could show you around town and stuff, just so you don’t get lonely with mister one date here.”

‘And here come the insults again,’ John thought.

Fluttershy took some time to think. With a shy smile, she responded. “That would be nice.” Martha smiled and rang up the final price.

“A hundred and fifty seven dollars on clothing?” John muttered to himself, in disbelief of how much he had to spend on an uninvited guest. Martha smiled at him. It was a dark burning expression, as if she was telling him, ‘you better take good care of her or I will find you and do horrible things to you’.

Whilst exiting the store, John couldn’t help but look at the receipt. The sheer number items weren’t the only problem, but also the cost of them. It was nice of them the let her walk out wearing a pair, something only done in big emergencies.Yet John couldn’t help but think that Martha was the one selecting the items.

Walking to the Civic, John heard a voice that always made him want to leave the vicinity. This voice only meant one thing.

“Juanito!” Sounded the voice of a rather large brown-haired white man. “What are you doing out of your hut?” The man stood behind him, grinning at his conquest of being an annoyance to John.

“Joshua, please leave me alone. Your father already told you to stay away from me.” John slowly turned to make sure he kept his distance. He was not.

“C’mon Juanito, you know that’s only at work,” he gripped John by the shoulders. Shivers ran down John’s spine like a troop of fire ants. “Speaking of which, you do well for only being a translator.”

“I am a freelance human resource manager.” John corrected.

“Yeah, but still, you’re only a wetback like the rest of them.” Joshua whispered malice in his ear.

“Get off me!” John took offence to that. Shaking him off, he looked Joshua in the eye, which were now directed at the pink haired woman. The woman hid behind John expecting something bad to happen.

“Well hello there…” with a semi-seductive voice he called. “What’s your name, precious?”

Fluttershy receded back further behind John. Joshua noticed the tone and frowned in displeasure.

“What’s this bitch’s name?” He bluntly asked John

“Her name is Mary,” John tried to settle the issue, “and she’s not a bitch, she’s just new to the place, you ass.”

“What is she doing with you?” Joshua pressed.

“What does it matter to you?”

“Well, I would think it is my civic duty to protect any civilian from murderers.” The smug look on his face brought anger to the man he was insulting.

“You don’t know anything, so just piss off.” John shouted.

“Yeah, well, what are you going to do ‘bout it if I don’t?” Joshua’s face was now inches away from John’s.

John took this as a clear sign of aggression. ‘I mustn’t react.’ he continued to tell himself, ‘Remember the law.’

“Huh, chicken.” The tall man backed away, a smug look ran across his face from another win. But something felt unfinished. He felt the need to win a few more on the score. Seeing the angry look on his face, Joshua felt like he needed to scare him a little. He took his fist from his side and swung it at John’s face.

John did not hesitate as his police training caught up with him. He grabbed the arm, twisting it slowly, followed punch in the gut from the right hook. Watching him collapse in pain, John could only think of one thing, ‘Maybe I went a bit too far with this?’

John took a look around. A few townsfolk were looking at him, though one was searing into his heart more than the others. Her soft blue eyes, now filled with fear and confusion, cut through him.

“W-w-w…why did you hurt him?” Fluttershy asked.

“He was trying to assault me.” John pointed out, “what should I do, let him strike me?”

“Then it would have been assault for him,” Interrupted an eastern European voice. The voice was one John was familiar with, but in this situation he was hoping not to hear. “Sorry, but I have to bring you in.”

“Why am I not surprised?” John asked sarcastically. “Now do I still have to get in the car, Sven? Or should we walk the half block to the police station?”

“Do you have your gun with you?” Sven was taking this seriously. John didn’t like it.

“No, I do not,” John raised his arms above his head. “Now let’s head over to the station.”

Sheriff Sven reached over to the two men, but stopped when he noticed the strange woman standing behind John. She held the bag defensively. She was gazing at the three men ahead of her in tears. She understood clearly what was happening.

“Miss, are you with either of them?” Sven asked as he cuffed John.

The pink haired woman pointed at John, her hand shaking like an elderly woman with arthritis.

“Then come with me,” he said, “we’ll need your statement.” Fluttershy complied with his order. Joshua, still writhing on the ground, obviously exaggerating, was told to pick himself up and get to the station. Complying, Joshua rolled himself up, feigning his pains and headed towards the officer, lightly holding his stomach.

They soon arrived at the police station. Though it was smaller than other cities’, they were quite busy with their work. The inside view was a small fence separating receptionist’s desk and the officers’ desks which filled the inner areas.

The three sat down in separate desks. Each had to give their statements, as was the custom in law. They couldn’t contact each other. Each told their stories as they remembered it.

Fluttershy was placed in the far right desk. She could feel the eyes burning into the back of her head. The tacking and rustling of the workers doing paperwork brought an uneasy feeling to her stomach. She sat down, twirling her fingers on her lap. As a burly man gawked at her, her mind only went to one thought, ‘run, get out of here’. But she couldn’t, not if it meant leaving John in danger.

“Name?” Asked the officer behind the desk. The officer was young. His head was full of distaste for the world. Focused on the paperwork he had not noticed who sat down. He wielded his pen preparing to make his start. “Name?” he repeated. His flat tone expressed a longing he had, something was missing and he had lost all hope of gaining it.

Fluttershy was about to respond with her true name but remembering what John said, she acted otherwise. “I’m Mary.”

“Mary what?” asked the man.

Fluttershy could not remember the second name she was given. The man was getting edgy. His pencil tapping showed his impatience. Fluttershy thought back to last night. ‘pisso? Posse? Po…’ She remembered. “Posa,” she said in her soft voice.

“Can you spell that?”

She tried to enunciate the word. “Pah, O~, Sih…”

“In English please.” The man was getting irritated. “This is America, not Kachinkistan.” Looking up, he saw the woman trembling in her seat. His loud voice startled her to the point where she almost fell off. Seeing the errors of his ways, he dropped the pen and took some deep breaths to calm down. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.” Taking a glance at the neon pink hair, he was baffled. ‘So beautiful,’ he told himself.

Shaking his way out of the trance, he looked back down at his desk. Fluttershy was able to catch a breath and recede from her state of shock.

“I’ll just spell it out the best I can.” He told her in a sighing tone as he scribbled down the name. “So,” he continued, “in your best words I need you describe the incident.” The officer tried to keep it professional. The attractive woman sitting across the desk was a distraction to him.

“Well… um…” Fluttershy had difficulty getting started.

“Please be calm. There are no right or wrong answers here.” He assured her. “Just tell it like you saw it.”

“Okay.” She took a deep breath, “John and I were coming out of the boutique, when… the stallion over there,” she pointed at Joshua, “called him a murderer and other words I didn’t understand.” She gave a pause to catch her breath. “John stood there until the stallion threw a punch. John defended himself by stopping the hit and striking him.”

The officer paused as he heard the word ‘stallion’. In confusion, he didn’t know whether she meant Joshua or a horse. Seeing as horses are not allowed in the shopping areas, he replaced the word ‘stallion’ with ‘man’, fixing her strange speech pattern, though he still remained confused.

There was a new issue in which he had to deal with. “What is your relation to John?”

“Relation?” She asked herself, her face turning a light shade of pink. “Well… I live with him.”

The officer shattered like a glass ball.

“He took me in when I had nowhere else to go.” She was silent for a moment, contemplating the next phrase. “I would say he is a friend.” she said softly with a smile.

The officer had hope. His eyes glimmered in the ambient lighting, signaling his hope for romance. He had the urge to make his move. “Come on Mickey,” he whispered to himself. “Make your move. She may be out of your life before you know it.”

“Mike,” interrupted the voice of his superior, who had been standing behind him for quite some time. “Hurry up with this one. We need her statement to clarify what had occurred.”

“Sure thing, Officer Leiber.” He said coming out of his trance, “we just need to clarify some things.”

“Just as long as it’s official; I don’t want any more screw ups.” The sheriff made his exit back to the other desk.

Focused back on the job at hand, the Officer had some last questions to ask. “What would you say the man’s intentions were?”

“Umm… I would say he wanted to anger John.” Pausing for a moment her eyes became heavy in thought. “What does ‘wetback’ mean?”

Officer Mike flinched. He didn’t know how he should respond. Biting his lip, he contemplated the words to come out of his mouth. “It’s a derogatory term for an immigrant from Mexico.” He didn’t feel right explaining it. “Did he call him that?”

She gave a nod. Officer Mike scribbled down some last notes. He grumbled as he wrote down the phrase ‘possibly motivated by racial factor’. This was something he wasn’t expecting to write.

“Is Mr. John going to be okay?” the scared woman asked. “I mean, he’s the only one I know here.”

The officer slowly set his pen on the table, looking for an answer on the paperwork he had filled out. “How can I say this…?” Reading it over, he hoped to find good news for this beautiful woman.

Her reaction to him was something new. She treated him with respect, something the no one else had done. Her shy reactions were calming to him, rather than the hurtful remarks he received on a daily basis. He didn’t want to make her feel worse.

“I’ll do my best,” He answered. “Don’t you worry.” He stood to hand his statement to the Sheriff. Walking over he noticed the Latino man handcuffed to the seat, wallowing in his self pity. ‘This must be John.’ Mike thought to himself. Sheriff Leiber was standing over him with disappointment in his eyes.

The tall eastern European man held the other statements. He had finished a conversation with the accused and was ready to call it in.

“Sir,” Mike called interrupting the sheriff’s train of thought. “I got my papers done.”

The sheriff took the papers. Taking a look at them the corner of his mouth rose in a quizzical sense. “Don’t move, John,” he said as he headed to the back of the station, to a door marked ‘Sheriff Sven Leiber.’

“Believe me Sven: I won’t be going anywhere.” John tried raising his cuffed arm in jest of his order.

Officer Mike glanced over to the lonely woman sitting at her desk. His heart sank as he watched her run her fingers through her hair. He felt compelled to know more about her. He then noticed the man she came in with sitting next to him handcuffed to the seat. He reacted on an unprofessional impulse and asked him about her.

“How long have you two known each other?” He asked.

“I say about three years.” John said confused by his actions. “You shouldn’t be talking to me, I’m a suspect right now.” John clarified the ruling from his past experience.

“Sorry, I just wanted to know about her.” Mike turned towards Fluttershy expressing some guilt from his actions. John saw what he meant now. The woman was attractive, beautiful actually. Yet his cold heart couldn’t break out of its icy shell.

“This can’t be good.”

Author's Note:

Note from the author. As of this moment I have stopped writing chapters. But that does not mean the story is over. I just need to spend time on my new projects Including a comic and a business venture. This is not a hiatus from posting. I had time to write up to chapter 10 and will update at usual times, 2-3 weeks. I will return to writing before the chapters run out.

Comments

[spetsnaz pinkie pie]

I will brake that officers balls if he even tried!!!

[Seran]

2443447 don't be mean to the rookie. He means no harm.

I'm more worried about the racist bully.

[spetsnaz pinkie pie]

2444098

Dont worry about the bully he'll get a 45. Up his ass

[verypeeved]

actually, his threats and attempt to punch him does count as assault, if he had succeeded in hitting him it would be battery