Post by Stevie-Rae on Feb 23, 2016 17:52:47 GMT -8
I paced the room, wondering when he would arrive. I needed to blow off steam. I needed to hurt someone. I needed to vent. I walked this way and that. To one side, then the other. I needed this. He did not even know how badly. To be perfectly honest, I did not either. I waited. I paced. I sighed impatiently, making my way over to the punching bag. Hitting it softly once, i smiled. This would do for now.
Moving back a few steps, i grinned as i took a quick step forward and hit it again. Again. Again. One-two, step. One two, step. One two three, step. Before too awful long, the punching bag was swinging back and forth while i was dodging it, almost like it was hitting back. Step, One two. Step, one two. Dodge. Step, one two, dodge. The bag swung and hit my shoulder, I spun and kicked it as it was behind me. Turning around just in time to see it swinging back, i punched again. It swung.
The door opened but i didn't even notice. I was taking out all my frustrations on the bag. It was so happy to take it all. It begged me to continue. It wanted it as much as I did. I needed more. It needed more. I dodged and it read my mind, almost changing directions. I dodged back and punched. It swung away and back. Almost as if sassing me this time. I hit it again, it swung back.
"Alright, pal."
I hit it harder this time, harder than i should have. It swung and broke the hinge. Falling to the floor, the side of it ripped open and spilled it's blood contents on the floor. Well, crap. I should have known better. Applause was heard behind me, I spun jetting out my leg, hitting the intruder in the side and sending him into the wall that separated us from the beds. He sailed through it, landing beside one of the beds. Oops. Getting out he yelled something about 'What was that for' and charged at me. I smiled. Finally, something more challenging than a punching bag.
He came at me with a swinging fist for my head, I ducked and punched for his right ribs. Upon contact, i heard a small crack. He winced in pain and brought his elbow down on the back of my head. I let out a small cry of pain and threw my shoulder into his stomach, plowing him to the ground. Landing on top of him, i would situate myself atop his chest and pound my fists into his face. How dare he try to take me out with such an amateur move like that. I was sure I was winning until i heard laughter from beneath me. Looking down i saw a huge grin as he pulled his fist back and punched me in the face.
I sailed back, landing on my back near the workout equipment. My eyes shot up, eyeing the figure that came towards me. This was going to be way too much fun. A smile ripped it's way over my face as I stood up, grabbing a few of the forty five pound weights and hurling them at the man. He dodged the first, but the second hit his arm causing a large bruise to surface. His face snapped from his arm back to me.
"You are gonna regret that, little girl."
My grin grew bigger. This only got better and better.
"Girl, huh? I'll show you who the girl is!"
I leaped off my back foot at him, I knew I was not super fast, but I would be fast enough to catch him off guard. My first fist slammed into his collar bone at the same time my other fist breaking into his peripheral vision. A sneak attack on his left temple. The first fist was a distraction but the second was what got it done. He stumbled back and grabbed the left side of his face. The moans he gave were music to my ears. Another fight that I had won. Then, he dropped his hand.
"Little girl, I will kill you. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
He raced at me, both arms ready to tear me apart. His first hand that got to me grabbed a hold of my left arm. It squeezed so hard I was afraid he was going to rip it off. Before I could do anything, he grabbed a hold of my other arm and squeezed it just as hard. I frantically looked around for something to do. Some way of getting out. He only laughed.
"I think I will break your arms first."
His breath smelled rotten. Like he had just eaten a bunch of nasty apples. I winced and turned my head. He squeezed harder and i felt one snap. I screamed out in pain.
"LET ME GO!"
"I ain't done yet, sweet heart." Another snap. He only smiled at me.
I could only scream. He had broken both my arms. I did the only thing i could do. My last weapon. I leaned my head back as if to suggest I ha given up, only to harshly bring it back against his nose. Hearing the loud crack, i smiled and brought by knee up to hit him as hard as i could in his junk. Jetting it back down, i would bounce it off the floor and bring it back up to knee him hard in the pressure point lying in his high inner thigh.
As he stumbled back I would look at my broken arms. There was not much I could do right now. I looked around to try something, but nothing. There was nothing. The man stood back up and slowly made his way toward me. The smile that played on his face was not what I would call friendly. I could do nothing but use my legs to stop him.
Before I could even get my leg back up off the floor he had brought his up and kicked me square in the chest. I bounced off the floor before coming to a crashing halt into the dumb bells behind me. I let out another cry as my arms bounced along the floor and finally stopped at odd angles. I looked up at my worst nightmare coming to be as his hands moved to his belt buckle. Loosening it he got down on his knees over my legs so I could do nothing to stop him.
"I told you I would break you, little girl."
I stared directly into his eyes. I would not look away. If this was to happen, I wanted to remember it. I would kill him later. I would have my revenge. My arms started to burn. Not the same burn I had felt as my arms bumped and dragged along the floor, a different burn. A kind of burn that demanded to be looked at. I turned my head from the man to look at my arms. Where it had turned purple and blue from being broken now turned a bright pink.
As i continued to stare, the man took it as a sign I was letting him continue and moved closer. There was a sickening snap as my arms snapped back one right after the other, back to where they were supposed to be. I let out a small cry. It hurt, but they were usable. The man obviously didn't notice because he was still moving closer. I shot my hands out and removed his most precious item from his body and punched him as hard as i could in the side of his neck. He went down and i clambered to my feet, gasping for air.
I threw myself to my jacket and ripped out my phone calling 911 then my momma. Letting both them know what just happened and then sunk back into a chair. Soon after, my arms fell broken again. Shit. Luckily the guy was out cold and would not be coming about any time soon. I sat in the chair and waited for someone to come. I would not be going any where any time soon either.
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Moving back a few steps, i grinned as i took a quick step forward and hit it again. Again. Again. One-two, step. One two, step. One two three, step. Before too awful long, the punching bag was swinging back and forth while i was dodging it, almost like it was hitting back. Step, One two. Step, one two. Dodge. Step, one two, dodge. The bag swung and hit my shoulder, I spun and kicked it as it was behind me. Turning around just in time to see it swinging back, i punched again. It swung.
The door opened but i didn't even notice. I was taking out all my frustrations on the bag. It was so happy to take it all. It begged me to continue. It wanted it as much as I did. I needed more. It needed more. I dodged and it read my mind, almost changing directions. I dodged back and punched. It swung away and back. Almost as if sassing me this time. I hit it again, it swung back.
"Alright, pal."
I hit it harder this time, harder than i should have. It swung and broke the hinge. Falling to the floor, the side of it ripped open and spilled it's
He came at me with a swinging fist for my head, I ducked and punched for his right ribs. Upon contact, i heard a small crack. He winced in pain and brought his elbow down on the back of my head. I let out a small cry of pain and threw my shoulder into his stomach, plowing him to the ground. Landing on top of him, i would situate myself atop his chest and pound my fists into his face. How dare he try to take me out with such an amateur move like that. I was sure I was winning until i heard laughter from beneath me. Looking down i saw a huge grin as he pulled his fist back and punched me in the face.
I sailed back, landing on my back near the workout equipment. My eyes shot up, eyeing the figure that came towards me. This was going to be way too much fun. A smile ripped it's way over my face as I stood up, grabbing a few of the forty five pound weights and hurling them at the man. He dodged the first, but the second hit his arm causing a large bruise to surface. His face snapped from his arm back to me.
"You are gonna regret that, little girl."
My grin grew bigger. This only got better and better.
"Girl, huh? I'll show you who the girl is!"
I leaped off my back foot at him, I knew I was not super fast, but I would be fast enough to catch him off guard. My first fist slammed into his collar bone at the same time my other fist breaking into his peripheral vision. A sneak attack on his left temple. The first fist was a distraction but the second was what got it done. He stumbled back and grabbed the left side of his face. The moans he gave were music to my ears. Another fight that I had won. Then, he dropped his hand.
"Little girl, I will kill you. I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!"
He raced at me, both arms ready to tear me apart. His first hand that got to me grabbed a hold of my left arm. It squeezed so hard I was afraid he was going to rip it off. Before I could do anything, he grabbed a hold of my other arm and squeezed it just as hard. I frantically looked around for something to do. Some way of getting out. He only laughed.
"I think I will break your arms first."
His breath smelled rotten. Like he had just eaten a bunch of nasty apples. I winced and turned my head. He squeezed harder and i felt one snap. I screamed out in pain.
"LET ME GO!"
"I ain't done yet, sweet heart." Another snap. He only smiled at me.
I could only scream. He had broken both my arms. I did the only thing i could do. My last weapon. I leaned my head back as if to suggest I ha given up, only to harshly bring it back against his nose. Hearing the loud crack, i smiled and brought by knee up to hit him as hard as i could in his junk. Jetting it back down, i would bounce it off the floor and bring it back up to knee him hard in the pressure point lying in his high inner thigh.
As he stumbled back I would look at my broken arms. There was not much I could do right now. I looked around to try something, but nothing. There was nothing. The man stood back up and slowly made his way toward me. The smile that played on his face was not what I would call friendly. I could do nothing but use my legs to stop him.
Before I could even get my leg back up off the floor he had brought his up and kicked me square in the chest. I bounced off the floor before coming to a crashing halt into the dumb bells behind me. I let out another cry as my arms bounced along the floor and finally stopped at odd angles. I looked up at my worst nightmare coming to be as his hands moved to his belt buckle. Loosening it he got down on his knees over my legs so I could do nothing to stop him.
"I told you I would break you, little girl."
I stared directly into his eyes. I would not look away. If this was to happen, I wanted to remember it. I would kill him later. I would have my revenge. My arms started to burn. Not the same burn I had felt as my arms bumped and dragged along the floor, a different burn. A kind of burn that demanded to be looked at. I turned my head from the man to look at my arms. Where it had turned purple and blue from being broken now turned a bright pink.
As i continued to stare, the man took it as a sign I was letting him continue and moved closer. There was a sickening snap as my arms snapped back one right after the other, back to where they were supposed to be. I let out a small cry. It hurt, but they were usable. The man obviously didn't notice because he was still moving closer. I shot my hands out and removed his most precious item from his body and punched him as hard as i could in the side of his neck. He went down and i clambered to my feet, gasping for air.
I threw myself to my jacket and ripped out my phone calling 911 then my momma. Letting both them know what just happened and then sunk back into a chair. Soon after, my arms fell broken again. Shit. Luckily the guy was out cold and would not be coming about any time soon. I sat in the chair and waited for someone to come. I would not be going any where any time soon either.
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