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A Punch To The Face Should Do

1. I Have 'Slight' Violent Tendencies


Harry’s POV:
“Harry!” Mum shouted down the hall “before you go back home can you duck down the street and pick up you sister from school? She’d love to see you again darling”
“Yeah sure” I reply grabbing my jacket off the hook by the door, kissing my mother on the cheek and walking outside into the cold winter day. The smell of rain was everywhere, and the frigid air bit at my hands and face as I walked.
I reach into my pocket and pull out my car keys, spinning them around on my finger in an attempt to retain some warmth, as I headed towards the car and click the unlock button before hopping inside. I immediately blasted the heaters on full and drove off down the road.
My sister’s school isn’t too far away so she normally walks, but as the pitter-patter of rain falls upon the roof of the car something tells me that she wouldn’t feel like walking today.
I stop at a red light and tap my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the radio, humming the lyrics as I waited for the lights to change and when they did I began to drive forward, only to slam the breaks down hard as some fuck, decides to casually stroll across the lights. My eyes follow the guy with a heated glare and despite the still cold temperature inside the car, I felt my blood begin to bubble warmly through my veins. His hair was dark and wet because of the rain, making it nearly impossible to distinguish the colour and a pompous smirk decorated his slightly angled face.
The sudden screech of tires caught my attention before I was slammed forwards in my seat by what I can only assume to be the impact of another car crashing into the rear of mine. I growled lowly at the pain caused by the seatbelt across my chest before abruptly and violently unclicking it and slamming open my car door to inspect the damage. I glare after guy from earlier as he rolled off on his skateboard down the road before coming face to face with a giant she-beast of a women, who stood glaring at me, appearing to be in a mood much similar to mine.
“What the hell do you think you were doing stopping in the middle of the road?!” the she-beast shouted angrily,
“Avoiding fucking killing someone!” I shouted at the lady “I’m sorry if you’re to fucking stupid to stop your car in time and I have half a mind to make you pay for the bloody damages” I snapped, my hands tightening into fists at my sides.
“Why should I care about your shitty car?!” she-beast shouted “you’re the one who should be paying for stopping in the middle of the road”
“Excuse me?” I glared at her clenching my teeth, hundreds of foul words running through my mind at that second,
“You heard me boy” she stated, returning my glare as she did
I laughed, just out right laughed, it was harsh and deeming “you’re calling my car shit? Have you looked at yours it’s practically the epitome of shit on wheels” I snapped out watching in mild amusement as the she-beast glowered angrily at me, her fist clenching at her sides.
“What did you just say?” She asks and I could practically see the vein popping out of her neck
“You heard me” I repeated her earlier words, eying her car in disgust as I did, it looked like it was from 1957 and seemed to be carrying enough rust on it to fuel the industrial revolution. The bumper and the left rear view mirror were hanging on by a thread, the red paint was scratched and it looked like the collision with my car only helped the rust bucket look better.
The she-beast puffed up her chest and stood up straighter, her pride obviously wounded. She stood at around the same height as me when she wasn’t slightly hunched over and that was pretty big considering I’m 6ft3 currently, but it didn’t matter to me at all. “What did yo-“
“Look, I don’t have time for this shit anymore, I have a little sister to pick up” I stated, bluntly cutting her off and getting back in my car, I would just fix it later, by now Kelsey would probably be getting out of class. I shot one more glare at the cranky she-beast before driving off, leaving her standing where I had left her.
I could still feel the heat racing through my body fuelled by a burning anger, but it was more directed towards that guy, for getting me into that mess in the first place and almost making me late. Part of me hoped to never see him again but another part hoped I would, and that part was all but ready to seriously maim someone.
I pulled up at the school just as everyone began filing out of the big, brick building. Students rushed passed me as I climbed out of the car and I walked up to the school, taking up position against a wall near the entrance and began to scan the crowd for Kelsey. I was a bit older than the people that attended Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School, being 19 and all I had graduated last year. Everything seemed the same as when I left, perhaps a bit calmer and a couple people watched me curiously as they walked by. I opted to ignore them and placed my hands in my jacket pockets against the chill. I was just wearing some plain dark jeans, a beanie and a random jacket I had thrown carelessly over a grey shirt and I realise now I probably should have warn something warmer.
A couple girls sent flirtatious smiles in my direction and occasionally I would wink at a few of the better looking ones, making them blush or giggle at the attention. But I wasn’t really interested in any of them like they hoped I would be and levelled a glare on any that felt like approaching. I was definitely no longer in the mood for having to wait around for Kelsey to make it out of class and when she eventually walked out of the main building and I pushed off the wall and fell into step next to her. At first she didn’t notice me so I put my arm around her shoulders causing her to she jumped slightly in shock,
“I thought I told you not today” she said, not looking at me, her comment causing a confused frown to form on my face before I realised she still didn’t know it was me.
“What exactly are we not doing today?” I asked looking ahead as we walked, she glanced up at me a confused look on her face and then her eyes widened
“Harry!” she shouted practically tackling me in a hug, I stumbled under her sudden weight, before regaining my stance and she pulled back, “wait a minute…what are you doing here?” she asked confused
“I think the real question is who the hell were you expecting me to be?” I asked an angry expression settling in on my face,
“I thought you were my boyfriend, sorry” she explained and I raised an eyebrow
“Boyfriend? Since when are you allowed to have a boyfriend?” I asked sharply
I’m 16 Harry, and anyway like you can talk about that, how many different girls did you bang in a closet whilst you were here?” she countered earning a glare, “But either way what are you doing here? I thought you were leaving today” she asked swiftly changing the conversation, having obviously noticed my growing rage. I allowed the conversation to drop for now and instead opted for answering her question.
“I just dropped by to pick you up before I left” I stated and she smiled hugging me
“I’ve missed you Harry, you’ve only been here for 3 days and you hardly ever visit, why do you have to leave so soon?” She asked holding onto me tighter as though hoping that I wouldn’t leave just yet.
“I know I have missed you too” I replied, holding her too me tightly before releasing her when someone cleared their throat obnoxiously behind us. I turned around to look at who had interrupted us and raised an eyebrow when I saw some guy standing there with his arms folded, an angry expression on his face.
“What the fuck do you want?” I asked glancing towards Kelsey who now looked slightly pale and my expression turned into a glare when I returned to watching the guy in front of me. My anger was starting to build as the tension between us grew until I felt the unbearable need to hit something.
“Who the fuck is this?!” he snapped, glaring at me before looking towards Kelsey, obviously wanting answers. Before she had a chance to reply I snorted out a laugh and he bristled in anger at my obvious disrespect towards him. The glare on his face was hard and I was certain he was trying to intimidate me despite being a few inches shorter, and this fact didn’t bode over well with me and I took a menacing step forwards.
“Jam-“ Kelsey tried to talk but the guy cut her off
“Stay the fuck away from my girlfriend” The guy hiss out angrily and I couldn’t help but laugh,
“This little fuck is your boyfriend?”
The guys face reddened in anger as I smirked at him and he suddenly lurched forward to shove me but I instinctually brought my fist up to connect with his face harshly. He stumbled from the impact but came back for more, by now a small crowd had begun to grow around us and Kelsey tried to pull the guy back, but he pushed her back.
“James!” she shouted as he punched me in the jaw, but I didn’t even feel it through my rage, this ass just shoved my baby sister, and that’s when I saw red and tackled him to the ground, punching him in the face repeatedly, blood forming on my fists even as Kelsey tried to pull me off. I refused to let he pull me off, unwilling to stop until I had taught this guy a lesson
“Harry!” she shouted “Stop! You’re killing him!” tears had started streaming down her face and I looked down at the guy, James I think, to see what was I was certain was a broken nose, blood flowing from various cuts as well as his mouth, his eye starting to swell and his left cheek already darkening in a nasty bruise. I stared in almost an awed horror at what I had done and around about that time the campus police came onto the scene, pulling me off of him. I struggled against their hold as the crowd watched on, all trying to get a better view of what was going on, most with their phones out filming the fight. I attempted to hit one of the guards in the face, which was a bad move, I realized, as they slapped a pair of hand cuffs on my wrists.
*

I was shoved into a police car shortly after being handcuffed and locked in place in my seat, as James was put in beside me a wad of tissues in his hand pressed to his rapidly bleeding nose.
I sat glaring at him for a few minutes before I spoke “If you ever shove my sister again and I’ll do worse than break your nose” I growled out,
“Wait, what, sister?” he asked, his voice muffled by the tissues and nasal congestion, I nodded slightly in response not fully trusting myself to not attempt to attack him again and his face paled more if that was possible, “oh fuck” he cursed to himself and I chuckled darkly,
“Yeah, you fucked up” I stated, leaning back against the seat as he looked at me like I was insane, but I didn’t blame him considering I had just beaten the shit out of him and then threatened him.
“You’re the one that’s screwed up in the head right?” James asked after a little while but fell silent when I skewered him with a harsh glare.
We were silent the rest of the trip.
When we got to the station, I was led off to the holding cells and James was taken to the on-site doctor. I sat on one of the beds in my cell practically shaking with unreleased anger, ignoring my cell mates as they watched me curiously. There was three in total, one a large burly guy that looked about 50 with gang tattoos inked all over his arms and probably the rest of him, the second was a smaller guy that looked to be his partner or something and the third was sleeping on another bunk, oblivious to everything.
“Oi what you in here for?” the burly guy asked, but I ignored him in favour of not lashing out, I needed to calm down before I made this situation worse than it already was, “are you stupid or something boy?” he questioned when I didn’t answer and the other guy snickered in amusement.
“No” I replied bluntly
“Then answer the bloody question” he ordered, I could tell he was starting to get angry, you could see the red starting to come up his neck,
“It’s none of your fucking business” I snapped harshly before taking a breath to try and calm down again,
“Wrong answer” the buddy said shaking his head disapprovingly and I shot a glare in his direction,
“Oh I’m sorry, is he too stupid to understand?” I asked “Do I need to fucking spell it out for him?” I spat viciously, and you could see the redness swim up his burly face and suddenly he was charging at me. I felt my body moving swiftly on its own accord and the wind as he rushed passed me and into the spot where I was previously, his arm hooking out at me when he realized I had moved. I chuckled maliciously and grabbed it, dodging under his other arm, pinning the one I had behind him and pushing him up against the cell wall. I twisted his arm upwards violently until I felt the joint straining under the pressure and he released a pained yell at which point I held the limb in place “do you need me to tell you again?” I asked politely, but the guy failed to answer as he struggled against my hold and as a result I twisted his wrist harshly “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you” I spoke icily, cupping my ear with my free hand mockingly, he grunted in pain,
“N-yo- do- ahh-“the man stuttered confusingly
“Hmm, what was that?” I asked
“Behind you” a new voice spoke up causing me to I raised my head and turn around in time to see a fist coming towards my face. My head flinched to the side on instinct and the knuckle of the ‘buddy’ clipped my chin before following through with the punch and slamming into his partner.
“Shit, sorry Jo” the friend said and went to swing at me again but I rounded on him with a sucker punch in the abdomen that sent him crumpling to the ground.
A slow clapping filled the silence that before was only broken by grunts of pain. I blinked confused and turned around to see it was coming from the cell next to mine. Stretched out on one of the beds inside the cell, back resting against the wall; was the guy in the rain that caused the she-beast to crash into my car.

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I know you haven't written in a while but I would love it if you started to write again or even think about a co writer because I'm addicted to this and it's killing me that I can't read more

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