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Authors: Lucy Covington
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this fucking guy?” He looked at me once more. “Listen, buddy. I don’t know what you’ve been smoking, but we’re not interested in talking to you or either of these bitches. You’re all bruised and busted up already, so clearly you know how to get your ass kicked. I’d hate to have to do it to you again so soon.”
“I’m not going to get my ass kicked. But what I am going to do is walk inside right now and get those pictures you have.”
“Lenny, call the fucking cops right now,” the ringleader yelled over his shoulder, his eyes still trained on me. “We’ll just have them escort you off our private property.”
“Sure, go ahead,” I said.
Lindsay grabbed my arm. “Justin, come on. We should go.”
“Yeah Justin, listen to your broad and leave before we lose our fucking patience.”
I chuckled. “You’re not calling the police.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Because of all the illegal shit going on inside your house.” I stepped forward.
The dark haired ringleader cocked back to throw an obvious punch and I took the opportunity to leap forward and head-butt his face. He crumpled downwards and backwards with a shriek. Instantly, it was chaos.
But I was used to chaos when it came to fighting, and they weren’t.
Maybe they were used to playing basketball or football or baseball. Maybe they skied. All I’d been doing the last decade of my life was fighting. In streets, in bars, in school, and finally in the gym and then the cage.
Everything these idiots tried to do to hurt me was like nothing to me.
One of them tried to grab me and hold me, but I pivoted quickly aside and threw an elbow to his ribs as I went. He grunted in pain.
Another one threw a punch that I avoided with slight head movement. They were all sort of scrunched into the doorway, so they didn’t have much ability to spread out.
This allowed me to bulldoze forward. I began throwing combinations of hard punches meant to cause quick and total devastation. I didn’t care who I hit.
Each punch did maximum damage.
I got one of them in the nose and felt it crack. I hit another one in the mouth, and another in the stomach. I did a front kick that caught somebody’s knee.
Soon, there were four guys on the floor in front of me.
A thin blond haired kid, must have been a freshman, ran around the corner toward me wielding a baseball bat. “Get out of here,” he said, waving the bat menacingly.
“You threaten me again and I’ll break that bat off in your ass,” I told him.
“Get the fuck out!” he screamed. His voice cracked a little.
Nearby, a group of four or five guys stood watching silently.
I stepped into the house and calmly walked to the kid with the bat, keeping eye contact the whole way. He could have hit me at any point, but he just held it aloft, threatening to do it.
Finally I was within reach and I plucked the bat out of his hands.
He looked at me, terrified.
I slapped him, not terribly hard. “Don’t ever threaten someone with a goddamn baseball bat unless you mean to use it. Now show me where these fuck heads keep their computers and cameras and shit.”
“I don’t know where. I don’t know anything,” the blond kid said.
Lindsay and Rachel were still standing outside, horrified. Meanwhile, the four guys I’d beaten up were starting to gather themselves, slowly.
“Rachel, is this dude the one who messed with you?” I asked, pointing my bat at the dark haired shirtless dude.
She nodded. “That’s Henry.”
“Okay, Henry,” I said. “Get the fuck up right now.”
He looked at me fearfully. One eye had already swollen shut.
“Come on, big boy. Get up before I rip your good fucking eye out of your head.”
“Okay. Okay.”
I pushed him in his back with the baseball bat. “Come on, let’s be quick.”
He walked upstairs and took us into a large room with bunk beds. There were two desks, a television set, and empty beer cans and liquor bottles everywhere. And there was a laptop on
“I’m not going to get my ass kicked. But what I am going to do is walk inside right now and get those pictures you have.”
“Lenny, call the fucking cops right now,” the ringleader yelled over his shoulder, his eyes still trained on me. “We’ll just have them escort you off our private property.”
“Sure, go ahead,” I said.
Lindsay grabbed my arm. “Justin, come on. We should go.”
“Yeah Justin, listen to your broad and leave before we lose our fucking patience.”
I chuckled. “You’re not calling the police.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Because of all the illegal shit going on inside your house.” I stepped forward.
The dark haired ringleader cocked back to throw an obvious punch and I took the opportunity to leap forward and head-butt his face. He crumpled downwards and backwards with a shriek. Instantly, it was chaos.
But I was used to chaos when it came to fighting, and they weren’t.
Maybe they were used to playing basketball or football or baseball. Maybe they skied. All I’d been doing the last decade of my life was fighting. In streets, in bars, in school, and finally in the gym and then the cage.
Everything these idiots tried to do to hurt me was like nothing to me.
One of them tried to grab me and hold me, but I pivoted quickly aside and threw an elbow to his ribs as I went. He grunted in pain.
Another one threw a punch that I avoided with slight head movement. They were all sort of scrunched into the doorway, so they didn’t have much ability to spread out.
This allowed me to bulldoze forward. I began throwing combinations of hard punches meant to cause quick and total devastation. I didn’t care who I hit.
Each punch did maximum damage.
I got one of them in the nose and felt it crack. I hit another one in the mouth, and another in the stomach. I did a front kick that caught somebody’s knee.
Soon, there were four guys on the floor in front of me.
A thin blond haired kid, must have been a freshman, ran around the corner toward me wielding a baseball bat. “Get out of here,” he said, waving the bat menacingly.
“You threaten me again and I’ll break that bat off in your ass,” I told him.
“Get the fuck out!” he screamed. His voice cracked a little.
Nearby, a group of four or five guys stood watching silently.
I stepped into the house and calmly walked to the kid with the bat, keeping eye contact the whole way. He could have hit me at any point, but he just held it aloft, threatening to do it.
Finally I was within reach and I plucked the bat out of his hands.
He looked at me, terrified.
I slapped him, not terribly hard. “Don’t ever threaten someone with a goddamn baseball bat unless you mean to use it. Now show me where these fuck heads keep their computers and cameras and shit.”
“I don’t know where. I don’t know anything,” the blond kid said.
Lindsay and Rachel were still standing outside, horrified. Meanwhile, the four guys I’d beaten up were starting to gather themselves, slowly.
“Rachel, is this dude the one who messed with you?” I asked, pointing my bat at the dark haired shirtless dude.
She nodded. “That’s Henry.”
“Okay, Henry,” I said. “Get the fuck up right now.”
He looked at me fearfully. One eye had already swollen shut.
“Come on, big boy. Get up before I rip your good fucking eye out of your head.”
“Okay. Okay.”
I pushed him in his back with the baseball bat. “Come on, let’s be quick.”
He walked upstairs and took us into a large room with bunk beds. There were two desks, a television set, and empty beer cans and liquor bottles everywhere. And there was a laptop on
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