Two Beatings for the Price of None

A Story by OmenPhaze

Beatings and police

Smack, a good right hook smashed right into my face turning me sideways. I see stars and my head spins. Without thought my foot rose off the ground and kicked the f****r in the gut! I could barely keep my breath anymore, but I wanted to kill this a*****e for what he did. My broken heart was pounding out of my chest and felt like it was going to pop outta my mouth.

This fight has only been going on for a couple minutes, most of which we were just screaming and pushing like a pair of fairies, and I’m already wiped out.

Slap, my right hand moved quickly over his guard and smashed his nose. I could see the blood starting to trickle down the b*****d’s stupid face. I knew I was going to win this fight!

I heard someone screaming at me in the background but the adrenaline was rushing through my brain rendering me primitive. I could only respond with the instincts of a rabid animal to things around me.

“Chris! Watch out!” said someone from the crowd.

I heard someone rush up on my side, but before I could do anything I was on the ground of the schoolyard.

Wah, Wah, Wah, Wah rung through my ears, swoooooooosh I regained sight and some basic thought process, but couldn’t move my body.

“S**t” I thought to myself as I examined the pavement from close up.

The schoolyard is quite interesting from this perspective. On this grey, steaming, summer afternoon I could smell the pavement all around me. This distinct smell is only around on these types of days in the city. The pungent smell of quicklime mixed with stone and black tar could be tasted just by breathing the air it was so humid.

My spinning head made the ground look like an amazing abstract piece of artwork. Thousands of kids over many school years spit their different colored gum out on it, leaving a beautiful pattern of odd shaped ovals smashed into the pavement. Broken green glass beer bottles that were ground back into sand by trampling feet lay in tiny cracks that gave shelter to whatever plant life that had the courage to grow there. When I looked sideways I could see endless numbers of small rocks, shells and whatever else was used to make the cement, not two of the same shape. A drop of red, another drop, a pool of red started to form in front of my eyes.

“Chris, wake up, wake up”!

I felt a warm sensation of a thick liquid running down the side of my head. A feeling of confusion took me over.

“Chris, wake up, wake up”!

I stood up and tried to look around. Everyone who stayed to see the fight had their mouths hanging open like they were trying to catch flies.

“What!” I screamed.

“Your f*****g ear is dangling off the side of your head, man. You’re covered in blood”.

My head was still spinning and the blood in my eyes made me loopy. I could barely make out what was going on let alone see who was around me. All I could hear was the loud heckling of the human hyenas that came to feast on my anguish.

“F*****g animals”! Is all I could think to myself.

The blood continued to run down my face like warm water from a faucet. Stupidly, I put my dirty hand up to feel the wound. When I touched where my ear used to be I felt an immense pang shoot from my mangled head through my spine, down to my toes. I felt my stomach turn upside down from the salty metallic taste of the thick blood that ran into my mouth. I tried to keep myself from blowing chunks but had no luck.

“Ha, ha, look at em, he’s gonna fucken blow”. Said some a*****e in the crowd.

My eyes started to tear and when my mouth opened projectile vomit spewed out of me like water from a fire hydrant. Everything my stomach was now on the ground adding a nice pale lime-ish green color from the lemon lime slushie I slurped down earlier to the deep crimson swirls of red I had already painted the ground with. I wiped my mouth and took a few steps towards the exit of the schoolyard and I fell, smacking my head directly into the pavement.

I was out for the count.

When I finally woke up I was handcuffed to a small bed that was obviously in a hospital. Two nurses were in the corner of the sterile white room talking to my father who looked even more pissed than usual. I knew another beating followed the one I just took.

I heard one of the nurses say to my father.” He’s lucky he got here quickly he could’ve lost that ear”.

“Yeah, he’s a lucky s**t”. Said my father while starring at me with a look of hatred.

A fat slovenly piece of s**t cop schleped his way into room just as my father said that. The room went silent. Even the two annoyingly chatty nurses who haven’t shut the f**k up since I woke up went dumb. I could feel my father’s anger shoot through the room, like a shotgun blast. My pops fuuuuuuucking hates cops! We have cops in the family and my father makes a point never to talk to them, calling them pigs behind their backs at family parties. Whenever I used to ask my father why he hated them he always gave the same response.

“ They don’t know how to mind their own f*****g business they’re all crooks in disguise, the b******s will rob you any chance they get”.

The fat cop pulled out a note pad and started writing.

My Fathers head started glowing bright red, he looked like he was going to pop. I started to wish that my head was dangling off instead of my ear. My father’s eyes were beaming hatred at me. He had a habit of grinding his crooked teeth when he wanted to smack the s**t out somebody and I could swear I saw sparks coming from his mouth. I knew the only thing keeping him from kicking the s**t out of me and the cop, was that he knew he would’ve went to jail.

“ Sooooo, What happened”? Said the cop.

I looked at my father in the back of the room he stared me directly in the eyes and put his hand over his mouth signaling me to keep mine shut.

I put my wounded head down and replied. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember officer”.