The Way of the Fist 🐉Tory Nichols🐉

32: History Repeats Itself

THE FOLLOWING DAY

I stood in the middle of the new dojo my dad bought. I was haunted by the events that happened last night as I looked down at my bruised knuckles. I flexed my fingers briefly wincing at the pain that erupted in my hand. My dad entering the main dojo wearing a black gi with green accents. A large patch of a green traditional Japanese dragon was embroidered on the back. I wore a similar gi of my own. The only real differences was that I had green and yellow accents. I had a sleeveless gi as opposed to a complete one. The large dragon patch in the back accompanied by a smaller logo on the front on the left chest.

"Ready to train?" Dad asked holding up a punching glove. "I'm ready..." I started. "But...today...I just...I need some time to breathe." I said before picking up a duffel bag and and going to change into regular clothes. I left the dojo and got on my motorcycle.

I drove out the parking lot and sped down the street before pulling into the mini mart. I had to see Tory. I sat in my bike and looked into the window to see Tory fighting Robby before tackling him to the mat. I lowered my head before putting my helmet back on. I kicked the stand before speeding away.

I sat at the red light and couldn't stop thinking about Tory. She looked so hurt. I hurt her. Because I betrayed Cobra Kai. It was all my fault. None of this would have happened if I never joined Cobra Kai in the first place. I let out a sigh as the light turned green. I crossed the intersection before a loud horn blared in my left ear. The back end of my bike fishtailed as I was hit by a speeding car that ran a red light. I was thrown from the bike and sent flying into the air.

Time slowed as I soared helplessly through the air.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

I careened into the windshield of a parked car before rolling to the ground below and everything went black.