"Spitfire" is a fictional story, it's based on a character named Spitfire who, indeed messes his life up at a very early age of 20!
But his best friend and Future partner save his life in an ever so exhausting survival against the world as we know i...
Baked catfish stuffed with lemon and herbs was brought out on a platter,
The whole family was so eager to sink their teeth into this delicious fish,
Spitfire sat at his vanity stand,
gazing at the mirror reflecting his black tears running down his cheeks,
he sniffled,
His heart Skipped a beat as he tried to catch his wind and keep his breathing calm, " it's ok, Spitfire... Don't listen to your dad... Don't let him get to you," he says to himself with a nod,
Spitfire did nothing the following hour but watched the minutes tick by, Surprisingly, eight hours flashed before his dark brown eyes,
he was caught off guard, standing at the window in his room when his door crashed open, the doorknob busted a hole in the side of the wall when he turned around frightened,
A sharp smack was planted across his face before Adam doubled up his fist and struck again,
Spitfire grabbed his reddened cheek in pain,
Adam threw a left this time,
knocking Spitfire off balance,
" STOP IT, DAD!" Spitfire screamed, leaning against the wall
he stumbled about by the force of the hit,
Adam tightens his jaw, throwing a right,
slamming Spitfires head against the wall,
A trickle of blood dripped down Spitfires lips as he grabbed it,
he was never one to fight back or lift a hand to try to defend himself, especially from his Father,
"You are going to pay for humiliating me this evening," Adam shrieks, grabbing Spitfires black hair in a fist hold,
Spitfire grabbed Adam's hands,
trying to pry his fingers from his head and hair,
" Like hell I am," Spitfire snarls back,
kneeing Adam between the legs,
Spitfire wouldn't hit a person because he was scared he wouldn't have the strength to finish the fight, but kicking and kneeing was a different story,
Adam sighed in pain as Spitfire stood up straight,
blood still running down his lips,
as he talked, his teeth stained red, " I hate you," he added.
After the pain settled, Adam stood once again, powerful,
Spitfire was headed to his dresser slowly to try and stop the bleeding inside his mouth,
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