me and father walk out the dark wooden front door, i spot that the lock is scratched up from the outside, he must've broke in, fucking asshole.
"put the gloves on." his voice cold
"so you're sure you really want to do this?" I ask my keeping my voice calm and collected, I glance towards his roman city red Harley Davidson, a bike he doesn't deserve. my heart seemed to be calm my chest lightening.
"I'm sure boy now get them fucking gloves on u scrawny dog!" he commanded
"okay okay" I exclaim calmly, I pull my gloves on feeling the fabric on my finger tips, the soft leather around my wrist. "I'm ready when you are"
"Mmhmm" he mumbles
we begin the brawl. a harsh hit locks in with my jaw, my head goes fuzzy for a second. as soon as I recover I hit him back linking with his temples. he steps back, wavering back and fourth. he lunges towards me fast, i dodge swiftly, twisting my body like a feather in the air. he swings his arms back slashing me across the back. I let out a whine, grasping onto my back.
"nah I fucking done" I mumble silently, I lunge attacking to his head, he drops heavily to the ground. I kept on going rage rushing in and out through my heart. throwing hits across his chest now.
"get off of me boy!" he yelps like a wounded dog.
I step back.
"were finished here!" I exclaim, my heart slowing again, grip loosening.
"uh.. yeah..." he agrees.
"never come back or ill do worse then what i did then." i ordered
"understood" his voice scarce he scrambles to his bike. he switches on the engine, revs it a couple times and heads off. I walk inside, blood running down my face as I turn my head to look back, making sure he was gone.
"Corey? did you win?" mum asked hopefully
"uh yeah I'm pretty sure. mum you need call me if he ever comes back." I protest my voice shaky
"I will I promise." she claims
"thankyou mum" I say.
to be continued