The Way of the Fist 🐉Tory Nichols🐉

35: Payback

JACK
DAYS LATER

I finally got released from the hospital. After spending days cooped up inside of it. The best part...I somehow managed to leave without any broken limbs and only a few bruised ribs. Could've sworn that some of them were broken but maybe that was just the pain talking.

I looked at the bruises on my torso before pulling down my green tanktop as the doc walked in. "How ya feeling, Jack?" He asked. "Uh...wondering why humans weren't designed with a safety precaution if they ever went flying against their will." I said with a chuckle.

"Blame Icarus." Doc answered. "My guy flew too close to the sun and now we have to suffer because he was a dumbass." I explained stretching my arms. "You are all good to go, Mr. Holland." He told me before walking out the room.

JACK'S BEDROOM
FOLLOWING DAY

I stood by the mirror before scratching the back of my head. I ran a hand through my long hair pulling it out of my face. Putting it into a messy man bun.

I leaned against my dresser and let out a sigh. I dropped my head and closed my eyes. I immediately snapped my eyes open after reliving the near-death experience the moment I shut my eyes. I let out a gasp and blinked my eyes a few times and shook my head and walked away.

WEST VALLEY HIGH

I entered the school and looked around at all the staring faces. "Look who's back from the dead?" Kyler spat as he and the rest of the Cobras laughed. I rolled my eyes and passed them before Kyler tripped me and I crashed to the floor. "Oops. Maybe you should also learn where you going. Maybe then you wouldn't have got hit in the first place." Kyler teased before I got to my feet and walked off to my class.

I took a seat in the class and looked out the window before seeing a familiar vehicle. I squinted my eyes as the bell rang. I slowly rose to my feet and peered at the car. My eyes widened gradually as my brows furrowed. The car was damaged in the front. It was the same car that hit me and drove off.

A rage erupted within me as I watched a man exit the car. "Mr. Holland take your seat." The teacher told me. I looked at him before looking at the car outside. "No." I told him before walking out the room and headed outside to the guy.

I spotted the guy standing around his car. "HEY!" I shouted. The man turned around and looked. "Fuck off, kid." He spat. "This your car?" I asked. "Yeah." He answered. "What happened to it?" I asked. "None of your business." He growled. "Oh come on. You gotta tell me." I voiced. "Some jackass on a motorcycle pulled out in front of me and I clipped him. Sent him flying off the bike into another car. Probably dead. Not that I care. Maybe next time he should learn how to drive." He explained before revealing a bottle of whiskey.

My fingers curled into fists. "Hit a nerve have I? You know that fucker or something?" He asked swaying in his feet. "Yeah...I do...Because I am that fucker." I snarled. "Oh...then you owe me a new headlight, asshole." He said before swinging his fist into my face. I dropped to the ground holding my jaw.

I got to my feet picking him up and throwing him to the ground and drove punch after punch into the man. "I COULD HAVE DIED BECAUSE OF YOU!! YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!!" I raged. "Learn how to fucking drive, ass hat." He argued spitting blood. "Excuse me?" I asked. "You heard me." He growled before kicking me off and got to his feet. He ran to his car and climbed inside and revved the engine. My eyes went wide before I rolled out the way of the accelerating car. I got to my feet and watched him spin around and face me. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!" I shouted. "Depends on you ask!!" He answered from the window. He drove towards me before losing control and crashing into a prone parked vehicle.

I stormed over to him and kicked the door into his face. I grabbed him and yanked him out the car before slamming his head into the back window. I swung my fist repeatedly before I was pulled off of him by Miguel and Hawk. "YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD MAN!! YOU HEAR ME?! DEAD!!" I raged as the police showed up and tackled the standing man to the ground. I watched my dad exit the passenger side door of a police cruiser with furrowed brows. "This the guy?" Dad asked me. "Damn straight." I said spitting blood before the police shoved the man into the police car. "What about him?! He hit me!" The man shouted. "AND YOU NEARLY KILLED HIM!!" Dad shouted. "Twice, by the way." I added pointing a finger into the air. My dad looked back at me before slowly looking at the man with rageful eyes. The man's eyes widened with fear.

"Hey, man you good?" Miguel asked. "I am now. Come on. Let's get out of here." I said before walking away.