of Nikki.
I chuckled as I recognized the full circle of my life coming to the very beginning. From Emma to Emma, and now Nikki to Nikki. The only difference was that I had something concrete this time. Emma never loved me and that was all affection, but this time, I had felt Nikki’s heart, her love, her care—everything was so real, and yet I was sitting behind bars thinking about my miserable life. What could I have done differently to prevent all this?
I punched the ground and felt another pain shooting through my body. Those bouncers had destroyed every ounce of strength in me. Fuck you all.
“Hey, dude, why are you beating him?” I shouted finally.
“Do you want to take his place?” The bully stopped and stared at me.
“You can try me.” The recklessness I’d felt when I was in front of Chase’s gun spread through my body again. You can only kill my body, not my spirit.
He came forward, laughing. He bent down and lifted me as if I was a weightless bag. “You are going to get the beating of your life, man.” He chuckled at the other inmates.
He held me in his left hand and punched me with other, but he was playing with an MMA fighter. Though every inch of my body was throbbing, I stopped his hand with a swift blow of my left hand and punched his face with my head.
“Stop it, guys.” The door opened and an officer came in.
The bully threw me on ground and palmed his own face. He’d gotten the beating of his day. He may overpower me next time, but that round was won by me.
The officer caught me by my collar. “Are you nuts? Look at you and look at him. I don’t want anyone getting killed in here.” He released me and pushed me back. “Come on, call your lawyer and get your ass out of here. I don’t have time to deal with white collar jerks like you.”
“I’ll kill him,” that bully screamed as he saw me walking out of the cell.
“Next time, jerk.” The officer pushed him back.
I showed him my grin and walked to the telephone. Who could I call? I didn’t have my lawyer’s number, and the only numbers I remembered were Emma, Nikki and Trisha’s. I couldn’t call Nikki, and Emma was far away from here.
“Make it quick, jerk.” The officer pounded again.
“Trisha,” I said as she picked up the phone.
“Tristan, where are you? I’ve been trying your phone since last night and it keeps going to voice mail,” she said in a caring tone.
“I’m in jail. Do one thing for me. Go to my house. There is a window open on the back side. Get my phone and call my lawyer. It’s Peterson.”
“But...”
“Do it quick, Trisha. A guy here wants to kill me if I go back in that cell again.” I’d drained all my energy and I couldn’t fight with that bully again.
“Okay. You take care. I’ll be quick as I can.” She hung up the phone.
“Sit on that chair until your charming girlfriend comes to pick you up.” The officer pointed to a chair.
“Thanks.”
“One thing— is this your first time, or does your girlfriend get you out of here daily?” He chuckled at his own joke.
“First time.”
***
Two hours later, I was outside of the police station.
“Thanks a lot, Peterson, for coming on such short notice.”
“No worries. You’re paying me by the hour.” He chuckled; he was a nice person and had been with me from the day I started the book stores. He’d actually helped me, buying places around the city.
“How big is this?”
“Not to worry. I doubt that bar will file any charges on you. They might have just wanted to scare you so you won’t do it again.”
“Hell, yes. I’m gonna kick that bouncers ass, someday.” My hand turned into a fist. It was humiliating as well as insulting for me.
“Go and get some rest, then. You look like you came out of a sewer.” He slapped my shoulder hard.
“Ouch.” I shuddered in agony.
“What happened?” Peterson asked.
“Nothing, just a little pain.” I had to hold his shoulder for support. The world was
I chuckled as I recognized the full circle of my life coming to the very beginning. From Emma to Emma, and now Nikki to Nikki. The only difference was that I had something concrete this time. Emma never loved me and that was all affection, but this time, I had felt Nikki’s heart, her love, her care—everything was so real, and yet I was sitting behind bars thinking about my miserable life. What could I have done differently to prevent all this?
I punched the ground and felt another pain shooting through my body. Those bouncers had destroyed every ounce of strength in me. Fuck you all.
“Hey, dude, why are you beating him?” I shouted finally.
“Do you want to take his place?” The bully stopped and stared at me.
“You can try me.” The recklessness I’d felt when I was in front of Chase’s gun spread through my body again. You can only kill my body, not my spirit.
He came forward, laughing. He bent down and lifted me as if I was a weightless bag. “You are going to get the beating of your life, man.” He chuckled at the other inmates.
He held me in his left hand and punched me with other, but he was playing with an MMA fighter. Though every inch of my body was throbbing, I stopped his hand with a swift blow of my left hand and punched his face with my head.
“Stop it, guys.” The door opened and an officer came in.
The bully threw me on ground and palmed his own face. He’d gotten the beating of his day. He may overpower me next time, but that round was won by me.
The officer caught me by my collar. “Are you nuts? Look at you and look at him. I don’t want anyone getting killed in here.” He released me and pushed me back. “Come on, call your lawyer and get your ass out of here. I don’t have time to deal with white collar jerks like you.”
“I’ll kill him,” that bully screamed as he saw me walking out of the cell.
“Next time, jerk.” The officer pushed him back.
I showed him my grin and walked to the telephone. Who could I call? I didn’t have my lawyer’s number, and the only numbers I remembered were Emma, Nikki and Trisha’s. I couldn’t call Nikki, and Emma was far away from here.
“Make it quick, jerk.” The officer pounded again.
“Trisha,” I said as she picked up the phone.
“Tristan, where are you? I’ve been trying your phone since last night and it keeps going to voice mail,” she said in a caring tone.
“I’m in jail. Do one thing for me. Go to my house. There is a window open on the back side. Get my phone and call my lawyer. It’s Peterson.”
“But...”
“Do it quick, Trisha. A guy here wants to kill me if I go back in that cell again.” I’d drained all my energy and I couldn’t fight with that bully again.
“Okay. You take care. I’ll be quick as I can.” She hung up the phone.
“Sit on that chair until your charming girlfriend comes to pick you up.” The officer pointed to a chair.
“Thanks.”
“One thing— is this your first time, or does your girlfriend get you out of here daily?” He chuckled at his own joke.
“First time.”
***
Two hours later, I was outside of the police station.
“Thanks a lot, Peterson, for coming on such short notice.”
“No worries. You’re paying me by the hour.” He chuckled; he was a nice person and had been with me from the day I started the book stores. He’d actually helped me, buying places around the city.
“How big is this?”
“Not to worry. I doubt that bar will file any charges on you. They might have just wanted to scare you so you won’t do it again.”
“Hell, yes. I’m gonna kick that bouncers ass, someday.” My hand turned into a fist. It was humiliating as well as insulting for me.
“Go and get some rest, then. You look like you came out of a sewer.” He slapped my shoulder hard.
“Ouch.” I shuddered in agony.
“What happened?” Peterson asked.
“Nothing, just a little pain.” I had to hold his shoulder for support. The world was
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